That Brunette And Me

Amelia just moved to Britain from a small town, after having a terrible relationship with a past boyfriend. She meets superstar Liam Payne, but can she get over heartbreak, the wrath of Directioners, and being in fame? Or will she break under the pressure?



92. Still Afraid.

*Liam's POV*

Amelia and I waited for the doctors to come back, so they could checkup on her memory and such. She was quiet, but I was chatty. I wanted to tell her everything about the week and a half she was asleep. It might not have been very long, but it felt like a lifetime without her.

"Well, first when we took you off the plane, I yelled at some paparazzi for being rude." I laughed, watching as Amelia shook her head, snickering as well.

"What did you say to them?" Amelia inquired, looking at her nails, surprised that they were painted. "And when did I paint my nails?"

"Elle painted them." I answered, then tried to recall what I'd said to the paparazzi. "I believe I said something along the lines of 'you are very disrespectful' and 'you are out of line' and maybe some more. I was too angry to actually think about what I was saying."

Amelia laughed, shaking her head. "I've probably never seen you that angry. I mean, if I'd seen it." She smiled, rubbing her hands together.

"Are you cold?" I asked, worried. I moved my chair closer to her, taking her small hands in mine. She smiled, closing her eyes.

"I wanted to hold your hands so badly. You were the reason I kept going. I wanted to just sit on a couch with some tea and watch a movie. That was basically my motivation the entire time." Amelia recalled, her eyes still squeezed shut. She shivered, opening her eyes. She looked almost afraid when she looked at me.

"What's wrong?" I questioned, squeezing her hands tighter. She took a wavering breath as she answered, biting the inside of her cheek and looking at our hands weaved together on the hospital sheets.

"I'm afraid to close my eyes again. What if they don't open?" Amelia whispered, a tear cascading down her rosy cheek. I frowned, shaking my head.

"I won't let that happen, Amelia. I promise." I smiled, looking at our hands again. "Remember, I'll follow you wherever you go. No matter what."

"Home is wherever I'm alone with you." She murmured, her glassy eyes holding my gaze once again. She grinned, sniffing gently. I unfolded one of my hands from hers to wipe a tear away, then both when the doctors came in.

"Hello, Amelia. I'm Dr. Hatfield. I'm a neurosurgeon from America, visiting this hospital." Dr. Hatfield held his hand out for Amelia to shake, which she took bravely, smiling.

"And I'm a therapist here, Dr. Davies." A woman doctor, who I didn't recognize at all, shook both Amelia and my hands. She seemed nice enough. "Just call me Sophie, please!"

"Alright, Sophie." Amelia smiled, her hands resting daintily in her lap. First, Sophie asked the basic questions, testing Amelia's memory.

"What is your name?"

"Amelia Marie Harding."

"Where were you born, and what is your birthdate?"

"I was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota on November 26th, 1994."

"What are your parents first names?"

"Candace, or Candy, and George."

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Yes; two. Darren and Alexis."

"Do you know who he is?" Dr. Davies pointed to me in the corner, and Amelia grinned. She nodded.

"That's my boyfriend, Liam Payne." I loved the sound of that. I smiled, looking back to Sophie.

"Alright, you seem to remember all of that basic memories. Now a little harder," Sophie cleared her throat and began on the next section of questions. "What did you do for your sixteenth birthday?"

Amelia smiled, looking at her hands as she remembered her past. "Well, I actually had a surprise party. My parents and almost my entire school, which wasn't very large, popped out of nowhere and surprised me. I got a brand new Volkswagen Bug, which was bright red. We ate cake, and I opened more presents, which mostly consisted of nail polish and money. It was one of my favorite birthdays."

Sophie nodded, writing more on her clipboard. I strained, trying to see what she was writing. Amelia was answering perfectly, wasn't she?

"Alright, now I'm going to ask you to answer all of these. in the order I say. What is your mum's birthday, your dad's birthday, your brothers birthday and your sisters birthday?"

Amelia looked stunned a second, and uncertain. She picked at her fingernail, then looked up. "Um, my mom's birthday is January 10th, 1971, and my dad's birthday is March 20th 1971. My brother's birthday was July 30th 1991, and my younger sister was born January 26th, 1999."

"No need to be worried, dear! You got all of those correct!" Sophie said, her eyes full of happiness. Amelia breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes shutting, then fluttering open again. She was still afraid to close her eyes.

"Well, I'm going to let you rest a bit, honey. See you tomorrow, alright! Your friend can come back in now." Sophie said, leaving the room. Dr. Hatfield bid us goodbye, then followed Dr. Davies through the white door.

"Good job, Amelia." I smiled, moving right back next to her. She smiled back, gripping my hand again.

"Liam," She took a deep breath. "I'm still afraid."

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