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.

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11. Lost in the crowd ~ Lia


 

Lia's POV

 

"Here you are," Riley said, pointing out the house behind the portal. "Harry hasn't changed the code of the portal so if you remember it, it's still the same!"

I nodded shyly, my eyes focusing on the house in front of me.

"I'll take the underground to come back home so there's no need to wait for me," I said gently, knowing she would ask about taking be home.

She smiled weakly, nodding, before I got out of the car to make my way toward the portal, wondering what the code was.

I looked at the small board on the wall and tried to remember the last time I came here before my accident. Then I remembered the flashback I had that night and as my fingers touched the buttons, it was as if I had never forgotten the code.

The portal opened and I walked toward the front door. What would happen next? I didn't know what I would say but I had to talk to him. I stepped closer toward the front door and knocked, hoping he would be feeling good enough to come and open it.

To my surprise, I heard someone running behind the door and a healthy Harry opened the door, though he froze when his eyes lay on me.

"Hi Lia!" His voice shook a little when he greeted me in a whisper, as if he didn't want to be heard.

"Hi! I thought you'd be almost dying in your bed but I'm glad to see you're still alive," I replied awkwardly.

"Yes... I feel slightly better. I think I'll come in tomorrow!" He wasn't good at lying.

He glanced over his shoulder before telling me to come in to the house. Was there something I shouldn't see?

It was only when I heard footsteps walking toward the door and when I turned around that I realized why Harry was acting awkwardly.

With a surprised expression on his face, Zayn now was standing in front of me.

"Hi Lia!" He greeted me shyly, looking toward Harry. I saw the latter shrug his shoulders without saying anything.

"Sick are you, huh?" I stared at the two of them and they just looked down at the floor.

"I won't tell anyone, but please tell me why are you here?" I asked Zayn who didn't reply straight away.

"I just had to talk with Harry. He's my mate, you know?" He shrugged his shoulders and I didn't ask any further. If I did, he would probably become all moody like he did all the time when I was around.

"And why are you here?" Harry asked me, though I could see on his face he knew perfectly well why I was here.

"Just wondering if you were alright," I said simply and Zayn raised an eyebrow. Why did he do so? I didn't see what was wrong with me being here.

"I think I'll leave then!" he suddenly exclaimed, sadness in his voice. "I'll let you two talk."

Harry didn't call him back as he started to walk toward the door so I grabbed his hand to stop him. I wish I didn't though as memories suddenly appeared in my mind.

 


The crowd around us was getting wider and wider. Paps, fans and pedestrians trying to escape the wave of people that had just invaded the street. We shouldn't have gone outside today. We knew it would happen.

Tears started to form in my eyes as panic overran me quickly. I tried to look around me for him but he was nowhere to be seen, as if snapped up by the crowd. I tried to call him but my voice got lost in the screams of the fans. People shouted his name whilst others were laughing and shouting at me things I wished I wasn't able to understand.

Suddenly, I felt an arm around my waist and his hand hold mine tightly, squeezing it. His body pressed against mine and I felt relief filling me as the warmth of his hand overran me. I felt safer by his side.

"Stay close to me. We're almost there," he whispered in my ear and I felt his breath against my skin. I nodded, tying to fight back the tears and squeezed his hand, not wanting to let it go.

We slowly made our way through the crowd and finally reached the entrance of the building after what seemed to be hours. I didn't release his hand while we walked toward the lift.

Once in, I rested my head on his chest and he stroke my hair, hugging me tightly.

"It's fine, Lia. It's over," his voice whispered gently.

"I thought I had lost you."

He kissed my forehead. "I will always find you, even in a crowded place. I won't let you go, Lia. Never." He lifted my chin up and wiped away a single tear which had started to roll down my cheek.

"You promise?"

I looked deeply into Zayn's eyes as he nodded, smiling gently.
 

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