"What?! You can't be serious?! Amnesia?!" Anne declared. "We're serious mum, Kiyle is suffering from extreme memory loss." Harry explained running a hand through his messy curls.
We had returned back to Anne's flat, to explain the situation that was going on. Louis went out to pick up Kiyle, and while he did that, we thought it was the right time to explain the situation to Anne.
"I-I can't believe this... After a year of torture and hurt for you boys, she wakes up to find out she knows nothing about her best friends." Anne gripped the cup of coffee in her hand tightly and looked at the ground sadly.
"I'm so sorry boys . . . This must be hard for all of you."
No one responded to her comment, the room grew in tension and it felt like you couldn't breathe at some points. Anne reached a hand out to me and gripped my hand tightly,
"How are you holding up, Niall?" I looked into Anne's eyes and could see the worry in them. I could tell that she was worried about me and seeing her caring eyes brought some tears to mine.
"I-I'm hanging in there, it's hard to see your best friend finally awake after a year, and she doesn't remember you."
She squeezed my hand a little harder, as if to reassure me. "Don't worry, love, we're going to get her memory back in no time." She have a faint smile and looked back to Harry. "In the meantime, is there anything I can do to help?"
"That's what we came here to talk about mum." Harry says in a serious tone. "We were hoping that Kiyle could stay with you until she gets most of her memory back."
"Have her stay with me? Doesn't she have an apartment?"
"She did. Until the landlord got angry because he didn't want to give rent to someone that wasn't even using it." Liam began "So he canceled the contract and left us to getting a storage unit to keep all her stuff in."
"Ah, yes, I remember this conversation. You were all very angry that day, Harry almost put a hole through my wall."
"Anyway, do you think you could do that mum?" Anne stayed quiet at Harry's question and looked into her coffee, as if she could have an answer reveal itself in the brown liquid. After a couple of moments she looks back at me and then to Zayn.
"How bad is the memory loss?"
"The only thing she remembers is her age, birthday, and she graduated from college with a major in Nursing."
Anne sighed hearing the explanation, and with another moments of silence, she nodded her head. "I guess I can look after her for a while, after all, she's like another daughter to me."
All of us sighed in relief and Anne grew irate at our reaction. "What?! Are you telling me that I was your backup plan to have her stay here?!" Harry laughed at his mum's comment and the rest of us chuckled, "what would you do if I said no?!"
"Yeah, we didn't get that far . . ."
We all laughed at Liam's comment and the sound of a doorbell sounds through the house. Anne gets up from her seat and goes to the door saying "I bet that's Louis with Kiyle."
I unlocked the door and there standing on the doorstep was Louis with a faint smile on his face. "Louis, so glad to have you back!"
"Thanks Anne, it's good to see you too." He said, I smiled one more time and saw some movement behind his back. With a puzzled look on my face, I looked hard to see what was behind him. "Come on Kiy, she won't hurt you." Louis cooed gently as he looked over his shoulder. With that encouragement, a head popped up behind his shoulder.
It was Kiyle, and she looked scared. Her bright blue eyes warily looked at me and looked around the house, as if something was going to attack her at any moment.
"Kiyle, this is Anne. She's a good friend of yours, and Harry's mum."
"H-Harry's mum?" Louis nodded and with a smile, he stepped away so Kiyle wasn't shielded by Louis body. Kiyle looked the same as she always did before the crash. Long brown hair, bright blue eyes and soft cheekbones. She always was happy and full of life and you would think that she didn't have a care in the world. If you could describe her with one word it would be happy.
But that word didn't describe her at all. By the way she looked, she was frightened, confused, and looked at everything a threat that could hurt her.
"Kiyle?" Her eyes finally met mine once I called her name, her hands drew together and she started to tremble slightly. I took a couple steps toward her, and she broke eye contact with me. The last time I saw her like this, was when her parents passed. She was so afraid of everything and she didn't dare to talk with anyone.
With a gentle smile, I reach out and embrace her with a gentle hug, "oh..." She says as it escaped from her mouth. After a couple of moments of embracing her, I finally draw back and look her in the eye.
"Welcome home, Kiyle."