Our Three Years

Harry Styles fanfic. Want more? Read it.
This is my first fanfic, so any comments would be appreciated.


11. Chapter 11

Harry's POV
The next few days went by slowly, Adriana still didn't remember anything and it hurt everytime she said "I'm sorry, I don't remember."
But the following week, me and her were talking about her family.
"Do you know if my mum will come and see me?" she says. "Erm, Adriana your mum died.. 11 years ago." I say hesitantly. Adriana looks up at me, blinks really hard a few times, then the same sparkle in her eyes comes back. The one I haven't seen in more than a month.
"Oh, Harry!" she says, an kisses me. I was taken by surprise. "Do you remember everything now?!" I ask happily. "Yeah, it sort of all hit me at once, when you said that my mum was dead.."
Honestly, that was one of the happiest days of my life. I text Niall and the boys all come diwn to the hospital in about 20 minutes.
To: Niall(: hey mate adriana remembers everything get the boys and come down here! :D xx
From: Niall(: we're on our way!!!! xxx

Just then my mum walks in, I haven't seem her since the day if the accident more than a month ago. She comes and hugs me, then rushes to Adriana.
"Oh hun, I'm so sorry for everything I've said, please forgive me. I just can't believe this happened to you." she says, with a frown at the end.
"It's erm, okay.." she says awkwardly. My mum leaves right when the boys come.
"Adriana!" Louis yells, and rushes up to hug her. "It seems like you guys haven't seen me for ages!" Adriana says, and we all laugh a bit. We start talking about everything we needed to cath up on with her. Then the doctor walks in. He examines her and tells us the predigament.
"Well, you can't exactly walk right now so you'll have to stay here untill you can walk around a bit on crutches. But you can't leave any earlier." he says. I see Adriana's face sadden, knowing that she'll have to stay in the hospital for a lot longer than she expected. Everyone leaves so me and Adriana can talk.
Adriana's POV
The tears come instantly. "Harry, I don't want to stay, what if I practiced back at your house or something everyday, instead of staying here." I say, leaning my head on his shoulder. "That's an idea, we can ask, but uh.. yeah." Harry says, stroking my hair. At that moment I knew that I liked Harry, and over the course of the next week, I knew I had to try my hardest to walk again. Harry spent every hour he could at the hospital with me, just walking slowly beside me incase I fell or something while practicing. By the end of the second week, I was walking around the hospital, with crutches, but sweating like crazy. I did it though, and I managed to do what the doctor asked me to do. I left the hospital, and we went to Harry's flat in Central London instead of his mum's house, but we would visit her often. Harry had heard that she was becoming sober and that she was trying really hard to please him. But I don't think Harry would ever forgive her.
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