Written in my Memory *complete*

After a tragic accident that nearly caused her death, Lia loses her memory. She can't remember anything that happened to her before that fatal day; anything except one name. One name she keeps repeating over and over again: Zayn.


12. Again ~ Zayn

Zayn's POV


"I know something happened but you just don't want to tell me," I sighed while standing up. Harry, who was sitting in front of me, kept looking at the floor without speaking.

Lia had left a few hours ago after repeating many times she would come another time and that she didn't want me to feel like she was throwing me out. Then, she had become completely silent for a few seconds, turning blank, before rushing outside without adding any other words.

That's why we had spent almost all the time afterwards wondering what had happened to her.
But what I had found the weirdest was her coming here to see Harry. If she knew we both were sick, why had she chosen to see him first? Yes, I was jealous.

I wish I hadn't ran away from her. It has been the worst decision I have ever taken. But it was necessary, although it hurt to see her every day without being able to hold her close to me, to kiss her lips, to smell her perfume. It just hurt to know she wasn't mine anymore.

If she had come here, it meant she had something important to tell to Harry. But he didn't want to tell me what it could be about. I knew he was lying; it was written on his face. What had he done?

I knew Harry and her were very close. After all, we met thanks to him. She was an old friend of his before we met. She always told me he just was a friend but it was obvious he was someone special to her. However, I never knew what Harry thought about her. He always avoided the true answer though whenever I tried to ask him. But maybe it would be better for her to be with Harry. He would take care of her, unlike I did. I don't deserve her, do I? And she would probably hate me if she remembered us.

Harry's voice took me out of my thoughts, "do you think she remembered something?"

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"I mean... maybe she has remembered something about you and your relationship. What would you tell her if she remembers?"

But his phone ringing suddenly prevented me from replying to the question I hadn't the answer to.

I stared at Harry as he listened to the other person talking. Seriousness on his face turned into anxiety as he answered,

"No, I don't. Why? What's wrong?"

He stood up and started pacing around the living room.

"Yes, she was here. But she stayed less than five minutes before leaving. You weren't waiting for her outside?" he shouted almost angrily from the other side of the room. He was talking about Lia with whoever just called. What was wrong? What did she do?

"I don't know... she came here a few times before but I don't know where she could be." He stayed silent for a while and said before hanging up, "Zayn is with me. We'll look for her!"

He passes his hand many times through his hair as he walks back toward me.

"Lia is gone. Riley is more worried than ever."

I froze, looking at Harry. She couldn't be gone. Not again.

I felt Harry's hands on my shoulders, shaking me lightly.

"Zayn, do you know a place where she could have gone. She left her phone at home so Riley can't call her. She said she would come back to their flat soon but she didn't. Please, tell me you know where she went!"

While looking at Harry who seemed about to collapse, I tried to think of a place but I couldn't think of one. I only knew she sometimes came here when we had an argument.

"I'm sorry, I don't know," I whispered.

Harry released me and went to sit down on the couch, his head in his hands.

"It's all my fault," I heard him muttering. I stared at him for a short while, feeling jealously growing in me. I knew something had happened between them and he seemed to regret it, whatever it was. But seeing him blaming himself that way made me sad for him. He didn't have to blame himself. I was and I will always be the one to blame. If I had stayed by her side, she wouldn't have been put into coma and she wouldn't be missing today.

"We'll look for her, Harry. Even if we have to search in each and every street of the city for the whole night, we'll do it. We shall find her, don't worry." I patted his back as he nodded.

"Yes, you're right. Let's go!" he exclaimed so suddenly that it made me jump.

I walked outside to get into my car while Harry decided to walk around his neighbourhood. I waved at him before started to drive away to go to another part of the city.



I soon found myself stuck in the traffic jam. I looked through the window, trying to see if she was somewhere on the crowded sidewalk. But her figure didn't appear and I started thinking about her.


"I don't want you to go," she complained, leaning her head against my chest. We were standing in the crowded airport though it seemed there were only the two of us right now.

"I wish I could take you with me," I muttered in her ear and she giggled.

"Maybe I can get discreetly in to your suitcase?"

We laughed, trying to imagine her sneaking with us for the tour, before Liam yelled my name. It was time to go.

I hugged her a last time, feeling tears streaming down her face as she placed her cheek against mine.

"Don't cry," I whispered.

She sobbed, "If I don't stop, will you start crying too?" I nodded, feeling sadness growing in me, as she tried to smile through her tears.

"I will go everyday to where we met so it will be like having a piece of us together." I smiled and she carried on, "It will be as if you still are by my side."

"Zayn!" Liam called me again and I rolled my eyes.

"I will miss you," she whispered. I leaned in and kissed her lips gently.

"I will miss you more." And then I walked away, turning around a short while later to wave at her. I noticed she was crying harder though she tried to smile widely to hide her tears.



Hang on... She couldn't... No. Why would she be there? I knew that place meant a lot to her; she liked going there. But I didn't see any reason why she would be there. Did she remember that place? Even if she did, why would she go there? Why would she care about the memories of us?

I doubted she would be there but I had to check out.

I didn't want to lose her again.

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