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?


4. Chapter 4

2 weeks later


            This couch is getting more and more un-comfy everyday...  I’ve only been home a week but that boy with he blue eyes keeps visiting me every day. Every time I wake up there is always a new daisy flower in the vase on our coffee table too. I know that he is the one who brings them... especially because they are my favorite flower. My mom even tells me he visits when I’m asleep and waits in the arm chair on the other side of the living room. But every time I open my eyes I don’t see the figure sitting in the chair. I don’t know why I get my hopes up, it’s not like I remember much about him. My parents tell me various details that they know about him, maybe in hopes that I will remember him or maybe it’s just to get my mind off of how bored I am. Laying around the house doing nothing for a month isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. I have hardly moved since I got back last Saturday, exactly a week from checking into the hospital.


            Niall clutched the stem of the familiar velvety flower and knocked lightly on the door and Mrs. Roe promptly opened it as if she was expecting him. It was no doubt that she was in fact because he had visited everyday at almost the same time for the last week. It was almost 2 p.m. on this sunny Sunday afternoon and he hoped Monica would be awake. He walked quietly into the room and nodded to Monica’s mom. She closed the door behind him and whispered close to him, “You’re in luck; I believe she is awake at the moment.” Niall’s heart skipped a beat. He kept getting his hopes up on that she would remember him, and the love that they had shared, but every time he talked to her, it was like talking to a stranger and meeting them for the first time. Niall shuffled over to the coffee table and gently placed the daisy into the clear vase. He set it down next to the others that were gradually wilting. He sighed and sat down, only this time when he looked over at her commonly solemn, sleeping face, it stared straight back at him with an intensity that brought back memories. He smiled lightly to her as she looked back. Her bruises were pretty much gone and the glow around her face became more beauteous every day.


“Good morning... er, afternoon I mean.” Niall said leaning his elbows on his knees in anticipation. Monica was seated almost upright and could talk with a more fluent speech pattern than before.


“Hi...” Monica said quietly, still looking at him. “You brought me flowers,” she said blatantly but Niall could make out the hint of a smile on her face..


“Yeah... I did. I know they’re your favorites.” Niall smiled lightly.


“Well you got that right,” she smiled with a light chuckle, then a cringe. He could tell that when she laughed her head still ached. Her face straightened as her gaze focused towards the flowers, “Why do you keep visiting me?” Niall looked at her in thought for a moment,


“Because I don’t ever want you to forget, but I guess that I’m already a bit late for that...” He went silent for a moment. “Have you been able to go out at all yet?” Monica turned to him again.


“No, the doctors said to take it really easy. I don’t even know if it hurts to walk yet or not. But I’m so bored sitting here all day I wouldn’t mind trying,” she said with a small movement. She swung her legs slowly over the side of the couch without another word and braced herself for standing with her hands; but Niall could tell how much it hurt seeing as her wrist was still sprained. He leapt off his chair and slipped her arm over his shoulder to support her. She tried to stand up slowly and sat back down with a cringe.


“Maybe that’s not a good idea, I think...”


“No I am going to stand up,” Monica said defiantly. That was the fighting spirit Niall had come to know, he smiled at her eagerness. She lifted herself, putting more weight on his shoulders this time and stood up. Her right ankle had been banged up pretty good too, but wasn’t sprained or bruised, just sore. She tentatively placed her foot on the floor and sighed. She looked around gently, not to move her neck so much. She glanced over at Niall who was now beaming with happiness and watching her feet. She couldn’t help but wonder if he was truly happy that she was standing, or he was just being supportive. So she placed her left foot forward a foot and walked ever so slowly to the door, feeling as if she was clinging for dear life to Niall’s shoulders in case her ankle gave way or she passed out.


Niall’s hand was tightly gripped around her waist so that she would not fall. They made their way around the couch to the door and he opened it as they stepped outside. He was so proud that she could walk... and that he was helping her to do it.


Monica walked with him to the old bench on their porch and sat down slowly. She breathed deeply at the fresh air which was so nice.


Niall watched her as he released her waist. Her eyes twinkled in the sunlight that shone behind the row of houses. Right then, with the hope in her smile and the happiness at being free in her eyes, he knew that he would not give up on her... ever.


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