Reminiscing Memories

*Pandora’s POV*

I stood in Hazel’s bedroom, tapping on my chin, debating on what to take to the hospital for her. “Any ideas?” Niall asked, sitting on her bed.

I saw Harry standing by her dresser, picking up a photo frame. “I’m not sure where she keeps her stuff.” I said.

“Closet?” Harry asked, looking over towards me.

“It’s a start.” I agreed, walking over to her closet.

Liam and Zayn decided to stay behind at the hospital to keep Hazel company, Louis went out to get food for all of us, and Niall, Harry, and I came back to her place to bring some personal items to the hospital. I knew she loved to draw, so I was definitely going to take her drawing utensils and sketch pads. I looked into her closet, only seeing clothes.

“Well, her stuff is definitely not in here.” Harry said. I turned around, seeing him holding up a bra.

“Put that away!” I scolded.

Harry stuck the bra back in and closed the drawer. He held up his hands in the air in surrender at me. “What’s this?” I heard Niall ask by the bed.

He was lying across the bed, pulling out a box from under the bed. Curious, Harry and I walked over. Niall pulled out two more boxes. “Whoa…” Harry said, dropping his knees onto the floor.

In the boxes was multiple sketchpads. Harry picked one up from out of the box, flipping through it. I grabbed another pad and looked inside, seeing sketches. Each sketch had her name in a corner, along with a date when she sketched it. The sketches were made day by day.

“Hey, there’s more drawings.” Niall said, taking out a stack of pads and putting them on the floor.

Harry and I looked over, seeing separate drawn pictures in sheet covers. I pulled one out, seeing how the paper was stiff with age. Three apparent figures were there holding each other’s hands. ‘Mom, Dad, and Me’ written on top. On the back it was dated in pen. I noted the year. She was almost four years old when she drew this.

“I can’t believe she would keep all of this.” Harry said, amazed by all the drawings.

“She told me one time…” I started, putting the picture back in its box. “Her dad told her that with her memory, she had the ability to remember everything, but if there was ever a specific memory she wanted to keep forever and never forget, she should get out a notebook and began drawing.”

“That’s a lot of drawings.” Niall said, staring at the boxes.

“Does she keep everything?” Harry asked.

“Looks like it. She’s been drawing ever since she was two.” I replied, putting the sketchpad back in the bag.

“Think they’ll help her?” Niall asked, picking up the stack of sketchpads to put them back in the box.

“I think it’s worth the shot.” Harry said, bending down to pick up a box. “Let’s take them back.”

I nodded in agreement. “Will her mom be okay with it?” Niall asked, reaching down to get the second box.

I got the third. “I don’t know, but if it involves in getting her daughter’s memory back, she shouldn’t be bothered by it.”

The boys nodded. To be honest, the words of what Hazel said earlier came to mind. “Mom won’t tell me what’s going on. I don’t know why, but I feel like she doesn’t want me to remember anything.” Why wouldn’t Karen want her only child to remember her past? Her only childhood?

“Hey, Pan?” Harry asked as we walked out of the house.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been curious about this for a while… but where is Hazel’s father?”

To be honest, I didn’t know. I’ve only heard Hazel speak about him, but never said where he was. I shrugged at Harry. “I don’t know.”

We made it to my car and Niall opened the back door. “Well, I hope Louis got the food. I’m starving.”

Harry rolled his eyes as he put the box in the seat. I was last to do so and I shut the door. “I call shotgun!” Niall said, jumping up front.

I got into the driver’s side and turned on the engine. Niall started fussing with the radio, turning it on to an old rock station. Now that I was calm down after the whole news of Hazel and her issues, I could actually feel myself think. One Direction was here. Two of the boys were riding in my car. Not only was that surprising, but my favorite boy from the band was sitting right next to me.

I should’ve been excited out of my wits. I should’ve been fangirling and screaming my head off. I wasn’t. I was calm. After spending a few hours with these boys, I could tell all they wanted was to make Hazel better. Harry and Niall came to me though, supporting me as we worked through this. As Hazel’s best friend, they understood the pain I was in. She couldn’t remember me, but that wouldn’t stop me. I would do anything to make her remember.

Anything.