What Would I Give?

What would I give to feel her squeeze my hand again? To feel her lips press against mine? To hear her sweet laugh? To look into her beautiful eyes? Or even to just say one last goodbye? The answer young 16 year old Niall Horan is simple, anything. Now three years later does he still mean it? Would he be willing to start all over? Or will her give up? Love always comes with a price. People say they would do anything for the ones they love. Do they really mean it though?


12. Home Sweet Home

Fay's Prospective:


I got discharged finally and I was given some of Kate's old cloths. They are a little big one me, but it's okay. I walk out of the room and see everyone staring at me. I wrap my arms around myself, feeling more then a little self conscious.

Niall is the first one to snap out of the daze that everyone seems to be in and says, "How about we take you home?"

I nod and all of us walk out of the hospital. There are tow cars, one I'm guessing is Niall's and one is my families van. They all claim into the van and I just kinda stand to the side.

"Come on Fay!" Ronan says.

"It looks really crowded... I'll just ride with Niall if that's okay?" I ask looking to the man I was told to be my father.

"Okay sweetie. I understand." he says and shuts the door.

Niall runs to the passenger side of the door and opens it for me. I cliam in and say, "Thank you."

He runs to the diver side and hops in. He gives me a smile. "You are very welcome!" he says with a laugh.

I can see the love in his eyes. I can tell he really cared for this girl I used to be. "I'm sorry." I mumble as we drive.

"Why are you sorry?" he asks.

"I just don't remember. It must be hard for you and I'm sorry." I say as we pull in front of a little tow story house.

He turns to face me and say, "Listen, there is still a chance you will remember, and I'm going to do everything in my power to help you." With that he kisses me on the cheek and hops out of the car, running over and opening my door.

"Thanks Niall." I say as he helps me out of his car. "So this is my house?" I ask.

He nods and says, "It used to belong to your grandparents, before they were put in a nursing home. I live right across the street, well I used to."

"What do you mean 'used to'?" I ask him as we walk up to the house. "Why is everyone talking in past tense?"

"You see Fay, you've been in a coma for three years." he says turning to look at me.

"What? So not only have I lost all my memories, but I also lost three years of my life?" I ask him as my eyes start to watter.

His hand cups my face as he says, "It's okay Fay. We'll get them back." He leans down to kiss me, but I turn my head. "I-I'm sorry." he mumbles turning away from me.

"Niall," I say. "Listen it's me that should be sorry. I just... I don't remember you. I know I should, but I just can't remember. And I'm so so so sorry for that."

"I understand." he says, but I can see the pain in his eyes.

"I should go inside." I say looking down at my feet. I feel like I'm about to cry. How could I not remember someone like him?

"Okay." he says and turns to walk away.

"Niall," I call after him.

He turns and I can see he's on the verger of tears as well. "Yes?"

"Tomorrow, could you show me around?" I ask.

He gives me a small smile and says, "I would love to."

I turn to face the door and open it.




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