Someday I will Remember

Isabella, is your typical, everyday teenager, whom discovers the reality surrounding her. At the same time, meets 4 new guys and one in particular has her attention... but with all the truth and the corruption unfolding with her families past... will she become a victim? With her mum deceased and dad missing, the only person she has left is her brother, Louis. She slowly, over times has flashbacks, which makes her becomes more curious each time and the more curious she becomes she places everyone around her at risk. Will she like her family past? Or will she fall into pieces ... ~♥~ Author's Notes : Read... comment :) ... We love to hear your perspectives on the story. Fan us, Favorite & Like... It would really meant a lot to us ♥ We also uploaded it on 'Wattpad' ... so please don't say we copied it *we don't own the images, all rights goes to the copyright holder(s)*

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20. Chapter Nineteen: Healing Pt.1

(A/N: Sadly this is soon coming at its end, we are gladly like to say we are writing a sequel in which we be coming soon... thanks for all your comments, support and patience. We are really busy with other commitments and appreciate that you be patient with us, but like I said before... the more favorites and likes... the more I want to write.
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Isabella's P.O.V

~ one month later ~

Waking to up to the blaring sun shining into my eyes; strange but yet familiar sound as I listen... bird chirping and singing along outside the windowsill and the sound of the soft breeze in which the trees and leaves swoosh around. Gradually I began to open my eyes and lift up my body. Turning my head toward my right direction; hearing someone’s footsteps slowly increasing in loudness. Then suddenly, an individual wearing a plain and simple white and blue uniform enters the room. Examining her appearance to place an answer towards my question 'who is she?’ Around her neck hold a stethoscope, in which I was presuming she was a doctor and placing an answer to my question. She walked silently across the room, with only the 'beeping' sound coming out of the machine was the noise in which filled the room.

She came close to me and examining my appearance, then headed and analyse the machine towards the left of me. Realizing it had been connected with it, looking down the stream of line which ended at the machine. A needle had been pierced into my hand. As I clutch my fits, I can feel the pain in which runs through it.

"Hello, I am Dr. Robinson. You have been in an accident in which placed you in a grave situation..." she said calmly, trying to stop me from freaking out. There at the moment, I looked at myself and I was become aware I was in a bed with white sheets and was dress in a plain dress.

But in reality I was thinking what happened and wear am I?

Ever since she mentions 'accident', I blanked out of her conversation and concentrated on the past events. I focus my vision at one spot of the bed, rewinding the past events... I vaguely in my mind see it, but it is not clear. I only get a glimpse... dehydrated, I began to lick my lips... feeling claustrophobic, looking around the room and seeing a large amount of space and remember feeling weak.

Scratching and rubbing my eyes as the sunlight beams on my face and in tuned back into the conversation as the sound of her voice was not blurred to my ears anymore.

"... please get some rest." she said as she place her hand on my shoulder and smiled. Giving me sympathy to something but what...

Remembering that at that moment Lou was with me during that time. "Louis?”

The moment I had mention his name; she looked back; trying not to say anything. Just sadness ran through his face. 
"Please tell me" as I feared for impossible.

She sighed and let out a single breath "he is stable but in a grave condition, he was shot which tore through some of his ligaments. But he would need rest and so do you" she said before departing the room, shutting the door behind her to let me be alone.

Wondering and thinking back to the day...
Flash backing and rewinding, remembering walking home and just listening to music. But everything else after that just blurred out. Then I was back to the hospital bed; reality. I try to remember hard and dig deeper in what happen but all I can envision is being trapped in a confined space. Pushing my thoughts array and focusing on now.

Harry's P.O.V

It has been one week since I saw her. Just every second we are a part is slowly killing me inside... I miss her. Staring at a photo of us two; when we were on the beach, her last day before leaving to go to Hawaii. I sighed and can feel a shear of a tear rolling down my cheek, it was the last day she remembered me. Holding back any further tears... I love her. Slowly curling up into a ball and look outside the windowsill. Watching as rain drops fall down; with the weather depicting my mood, flicking my hair to the side and contemplate. Doubting everything, what if she never remembers... what I am to her... just another guy at her school. Turning my head and close my eyes because to me, she is everything. My life is dull and worthless within her, without her knowing and like this is slowly killing me. Sometimes I wonder, could it just be easy for me just to walk away and maybe do the same thing she is doing... forgetting

Isabella's P.O.V

Lying down on my bed, wondering what could be happening with Louis. The nurse has not allowed me to go anywhere; being trapped inside her, just wanting to escape these four white walls in which limits me from seeing Lou. Quietly I tip-toed my way to the door, hoping no one would hear my movement; but actually knocking over everything, but the funny part, no one notices or comes in to check up on me. Finally I had reached the door and opening it and no watching where I was going, headed straight first into him.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned in surprise, without even saying a ‘hi’ or ‘hello’. Still in shock that the fact he was here, I couldn’t even contain myself and end up blushing until my cheeks were as bright as a tomato.

 

~♥~

 

Zayn’s P.O.V

For some reason I was here, wanting to sort out my feeling for her, there was no denying the fact I had feeling for her; however still madly and deeply in love with my girlfriend back home. Maybe it was my comfort of missing her, Abby. But I knew I would find my answers here. The minute I was walking down those white corridors, feeling my heart beating incredibly fast. Breathed in one deep breath before entering to her room; but as soon as I was about to place my hand on the doorknob, there before me, Isabella.

Stood there in shock, speechless and wanting to say something but no word were coming out… not even one. Immediately fired a question at me, the question in which I was hoping she would never ask… but did.

“What are you doing here?” not even a ‘hello’ and was straight to the question

“… um, uh. Wanted to give you these and see how you are doing. Can’t a friend do that?” I said, hiding the true meaning of me here. Handling her the bouquet of yellow daisy flowers

“There from everyone” I add, not wanting to sound like an obsessed person.

“Thanks, would you like to come in” she slowly started to smile.

“Sure, I hope I wasn’t interrupting you or something”

“No, I was just… ah, never mind.” She said as she sat back on the bed.

Looking around, trying to avoid the awkward silences between us. The room was quiet simple, in the middle laid a bed with each side with machines in which I was unfamiliar with, painting of flowers which hanged opposite towards the bed. Turning my head and looked further left, with had another door, in which probably lead towards the bathroom.

Trying to have a conversation starter “so, how are you?”

“Alright, so how is everything with school?”

“Okay, I mean, school is school”

Then the conversation turned out to something in which was never ending, some part was hilarious and others serious. It felt like we were just friends. But at the end of the day, I got my answer and cleared up the confused questions in which I was having earlier today. This could be the start of a good friendship.

Harry’s P.O.V

After hours of deciding in which I should visit Isa, I finally choose too. I wanted to make an impression. I a single purple rose, remembering the in which she told me that she never liked any other. Attaching a short poem

 

“Roses are red

Violets are blue

…” could even think of what could come next. Worrying so much on the poem I just settled with the single rose. I mean, isn’t the thought in which counts. My chance to see there is hope after dwelling in the gloomy.

Getting ready and about to head out, walking my way there.

~ ♥ 10 minutes later ♥ ~

I had arrived at the hospital and walking through the front doors.

“Hello, I was wondering where I could find Isabella Tomlinson’s room” I asked kindly

“Before I respond what is your relationship with Ms. Tomlinson?”

“Boy-… friend, just a close friend in her school” killing me inside saying that, knowing the fact that we shared something more that ‘friendship’

“She is ward C room 12”

“Thank you”

I headed my way towards the ward C; I was on walking down the corridor. Then suddenly, from the glimpse from the window, I saw him in her arms. In the corner, seeing a bouquet of flowers; I look down at my flowers or should I say rose. Couldn’t help but tears begin running down my face. I bolted out of there to avoid anymore, throwing the rose to the nearest bin in which I saw. My best friend was falling for the girl I love. I paused and curled up and bawled my eyes out, wanting to wake up from this nightmare in which we call reality.

Isabella’s P.O.V

As I was hugging Zayn goodbye and hoping he was a safe trip home.

“Bye”

“Bye, I hope you get better” he replied

“Thanks” and he left, shutting the door behind him; leaving me to think alone, to really contemplate.  

I couldn’t deny I had feeling from him, but I could never act upon them, we were just friends. Thinking on that topic, Harry ran through my mind. Wanting to hear his voice, there was something about him in which made me in a better mood. But he too was just my friend, I just met Harry and apparently we were in a ‘relationship’. But how can I love someone who I just met. I mean, I don’t know him properly. Maybe in time…

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