Retracing Blue Eyes (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

A One Direction fan fiction! Monica has suffered a terrible concussion and has lost the last two years of her memory, including anything about her boyfriend, Niall Horan. The two of them struggle together to try and retrace their love story, and Niall has to make Monica fall in love with him all over again. Will she give up? Or will she try to live out the rest of their relationship in a confused state?


1. Chapter 1

I’ve lost my mind. I can’t seem to remember much about anything. And even now as I sit in this hospital bed, I don’t know who I am. I’ve been told that my name is Monica Evelyn Roe. I know I have brown hair and eyes; and my parents told me that my birthday is in May and I am 17. I apparently suffered a concussion in a car accident, which I can believe seeing as I don’t remember anything. I don’t know what to believe or who to trust anymore though.


            Niall Horan walked through the bland hospital corridors, his hands in his pockets, staring at the floor. He was sure his face still had tear streaks from crying for so long, but he didn’t care. The nurses around him didn’t seem to take notice either. It was early on Sunday morning and he had tried not to stay at home for long after receiving a call. It was Monica’s parents, telling him the tragic news that she had been involved in a major car accident the night before. They said she was still unconscious when they had left at 5 a.m. this morning. Niall didn’t know what to do. It was as if the floorboards on which he stood and been ripped out from under him and he was plummeting into nothingness.

Niall and Monica had been together for a year now, and he loved her more than anything. They were similar in many ways too. They both loved food for one thing, cuddling, telling jokes, playing video games, walking in nature, and spending time with each other. Niall knew that she cared about him as well, so he deeply hoped her state of being would be better than the worst. He continued down the tiled floor until he reached room 213 where he had been told Monica was staying. He paced quietly through the door after taking a deep breath, trying not to dread what he might witness.

There sat in the peaceful room, on a hospital bed that had also had no color, was the most heart wrenching thing he had ever seen. He knelt quickly beside her bed and cried into his arms as he laid them on her bed sheets. Her eyes were closed, bandages wrapped around her head and left wrist. Her face was bruised on the right side and seemed pale with many needles and bags of liquids attached to her left arm. Niall took her hand and held the soft, delicate palm and stroked it gently, hoping the slight movements would wake her from the sleep.

“Momo?” He said her nickname softly, more tears lining his cheeks. “I- I’m sorry... I’m sorry that I wasn’t there...” Niall broke into more tears. “I wasn’t there to help you.” He held his forehead to the bed linens again and breathed deeply, trying to calm himself, he had to try and be strong for her; after all she wasn’t going to die, but he didn’t know to what extent her injuries would leave her in for the rest of her life. It was nearly lunch time but he dared not leave her side. He pulled one of the chairs from the corridor into the room and sat down, still holding her hand. He stroked her cheek, wishing that his fingers could wipe away all the pain that he could see from the bruises. “I love you,” Niall whispered to her. He closed his eyes and lay back in the chair for a moment and when he opened his eyes again, a tear was slowly rolling down Monica’s soft, pained cheek.

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