Styles Inc.

I met someone.
He made me feel something. He made me feel my feelings. He wanted to show me the true meaning of love feelings. But he was a player. Could I trust him? Am I willing to trust him? What if I'm too late to tell him that I care?

Read to find out Emma Warren's and Harry Styles' story of how they built up a wall of trust, loyalty, love, lust, passion and so on....


21. Chapter Twenty-One


Emma's P.O.V.


I haven't seen Harry in a while. He looked changed for sure. 

His long hair was now short, probably because it was burned in the explosion. His jawline wasn't shaved so there was a sign of a beard emerging.

I sighed and sat down beside him, putting my hand on his healthy one.

I saw bandages wrapped around his chest, going down to his abdomen, covering up his tattoos.

I stroked my thumb against his hand.

"Hey Haz...," I whispered.

He didn't budge.

"The moment I heard what happened, I flew over here with Niall. I....I don't know what to say.....," I said, biting my lip.

"I wish that on our last call I said something else. Not that I think I love you....but that I'm truly, madly, deeply in love with know? I don't think that there's any other man on this planet that can make me feel the way that you do. No other man is capable of doing that. The butterflies....the everything. Harry, please, you need to stay strong for me. You need to fight. Because I know that we have a long life ahead of cannot end now," I said.

I listened to the silence, and to the slow breathing of Harry.

After a while Niall stuck his head in.

"Heya," he said, walking in.

"Hey," I whispered.

"How are you bro?," Niall asked Harry.

Harry still didn't budge.

"Thought so," Niall said, as if Harry did in fact respond.

I looked at him, and he grinned.

"Bro, I need you to fight. You have one hell of a woman here, who would take your place if she could. She would go through hell and back for your sake. You can't just leave her. She loves you, and needs you, you hear me?," Niall said.

Tears brimmed my eyes as he said that, and I held onto Harry's hand tighter.

Niall put his hand on my back.

"Want me to book us a room at the hotel for the night coming?," Niall asked.

"I don't know...I want to stay here," I said, stroking Harry's hand.

"He won't wake up you know. They're keeping him in a coma for a reason...," he said.

"Yes, I know. But I don't want to leave just yet," I said.

"I understand, I'll go and book us a room then," he said.

I nodded but didn't say anything. 

Once he left there was complete silence.

"I miss you. I miss you so much," I said, taking Harry's hand and pressing it to my cheek, and kissing it gently.



     *                                   *                      Two and a Half Weeks Later                                *                              *



I haven't left London to go back to the company. The only two places where I stayed was either Harry's side or my hotel room. 

Niall left to record his album back to Los Angeles. Lily and Louis were running the company pretty fine.

Zayn...hasn't responded since Niall told him to leave me alone.

Today was the nineteenth day after the whole explosion and Harry's coma.

As usual I walked into the hospital, everyone greeting me along the way. Everyone has learned my name and who I am and what I was doing here.

Uncle Luke, Dr. Warren, met me at Harry's door, his eyes bewildered.

"Is everything okay?," I asked him.

" awake. But I'm afraid he doesn't remember anything," he said.

I froze. This is what I feared that might happen.

"Can I go in?," I asked, trying not to break down in tears. I don't even know if I had any left, I've been crying so much these past days.

"Go ahead," Uncle Luke said.

I peek in and saw Harry sitting up, prompted up on some pillows.

"Hi Harry," I said, smiling.

He looked at me blinking.

I sat down on the chair next to his bed.

"I'm sorry, who are you?," he asked.

I gulped.

"I'm Em-Emma. Emma Warren," I said, tears forming in my eyes.

"Emma?," he asked.

I nodded. 

He looked down at his broken arm and tried to remember.

"Sorry...I don't remember you," he said.

"It's okay. What's important is that you're awake and getting better," I said, biting my lip afterwords. 

No. HELL NO, was it NOT okay.

"What happened to me?," he asked, looking into my eyes.

Those green sparkling eyes. Gosh how I missed them! 

"You were in a plane explosion. You were on your way back to New York, since you came here on a business trip," I explained.

"A business trip? What business trip?," he asked.

"You have a company back in New York. It's called the Styles Company. I'm the manager there. You came to London after we had...well it's a long story....but yeah, you came here to meet with investors of our company," I said.

"We? Are you my girlfriend or something?," he asked.

Tears started to form.

"That's what you told me, while I was still in Los Angeles visiting my family," I said, looking down at my clasped hands on my lap.

"Oh. I'm sorry, that I don't remember you," he said.

"Stop apologizing!," I said.

He grinned a bit, making me half smile

"So I have a company?," he asked.

"Yes, you inherited it from your father," I said.

"Interesting," he said, leaning his head back on the pillow, so that he was looking up at the ceiling.

"Do you remember anything at all?," I asked.

"Well that woman who was in here earlier, Anne I think, I sorta remember her. And she says she's my mother so she must be right. Anne is my mom right?," he asked.

Anne! Oh my gosh, I need to find her and comfort her!

"Harry, excuse me for a second," I said, getting up and going to the door quickly.

"Wait!," Harry yelled after me. 

I heard the machine that he was connected to start beeping faster.

"Yes?," I said, calmly walking back to him.

"She's my mom right?," he asked again.

"Yes Harry, she is," I answered.

He took a deep breath in.

"Okay," he said.

"C-can I go now?," I asked.

"Yes, go ahead," he said, the machine slowing down again.

I half smiled and left, looking for Anne in the hallways.

I found her in the waiting room, starring at the wall in front of her.

"Anne?," I asked.

She looked at me and slightly smiled.

I sat down next to her and she leaned against my shoulder.

"It's so hard for a mother when her child can't remember who she is," she sighed.

"Oh Anne," I said, turning to her and hugging her tightly, letting myself tear up again.

"Out of all the people in the world, why did my baby have to be on that plane!?," Anne cried.

I rubbed circles on her back trying to soothe her.

She pulled away and looked at me with sad eyes.

"Does he remember you at all?," she asked.

"No. He just asked me if you're really his mom. He doesn't remember anything at all, even the company," I said.

Anne bit her lip, as more tears streamed down her face.

Uncle Luke walked into the room.

"Anne, Emma," he said.

We both looked at him.

"Could I speak with you in my office?," he asked.

"Sure," I said, helping Anne up and walking with her to his office.

"Sit down please," he said, gesturing us to sit down in front of his desk, whilst he sat down behind it.

"Got any good news?," I asked.

"Well, besides his loss of memory, everything else is healing well. He'll be able to walk in three or four days, but he might need crutches. I know this sounds crazy, but he needs to go back to New York. He needs to be taken to the places where he used to spend most of his time at, which I assume are his office, his house, or some place that might jog his memory. I'm worried that if we don't act soon, he won't be able to remember at all," Uncle Luke said.

"But....he'll have to go on a plane......I don't think I could-.."

"Niall has a private jet that can transport him to New York," I interrupted Anne.

"Do you think I should go with you?," Anne asked.

"If you're ready and willing to, I don't see why not," I said.

Uncle Luke nodded his head.

"So, when will he fully be able to leave the hospital?," I asked.

"Around next week. Yes, his arm is still in a cast and he'll have to keep those bandages on his chest, but I think I could teach you both how to change them," he said.

"You can teach Anne....she's his mom," I said, thinking that no way would I be able to undress Harry, change the bandages and see his smooth chest and abs and...

"Very well then," Uncle Luke said.

"What about his broken leg?," I asked suddenly.

"His leg wasn't terribly broken, we'll take it out of the cast and he'll try to walk, but as I mentioned, he might need crutches," he said.

I nodded.

"Yeah. So what do we do now?," Anne asked.

"Family albums. Pictures on phones. Talking with him. Anything. But we Need. To. Act. Now," he said.

"I'll go home and bring him the family albums. And I'll cook him his favorite dinner too," Anne said, getting up.

"He's still being fed by the tubes ma'am. You could bring him a snack, but not a whole dinner," Uncle Luke said.

"Ah, okay," she said, nodding, then walking out.

"I'll go back to Harry and talk with him," I said.

Uncle Luke nodded.

I made my way out of his office and back to Room 473. The room where I spent most of time in these past two and a half weeks, and where I'll spend another week at.

I walked into the room to find Harry starring out the window.

"Hey," I said, trying to sound happy.

He looked at me.

"Emma, right?," he asked.

"Yes, that's me," I smiled, trying to make him smile too, but failing.

"How long have I been here?," he asked.

"About two and a half weeks," I said.

"So I was in a coma?," he asked.

"Yes, the doctors kept you in it, in order for your wounds and bones to heal faster," I said.

Harry looked at his broken arm, frowning.

"Is something wrong?," I asked.

"No, it's just that my mind is so blank.....I want to remember but I can't," he said.

"It's okay Harry, don't force it. We'll try everything to help you remember," I said.

He sighed and starred at the window again.

"Is there anything you need or want?," I asked.

"Stay with me," he said, looking at me, straight into my eyes.

I gulped, but nodded.

"Okay," I said, above a whisper.

"I feel like I know you, but I don't," he explained.

I nodded.

"Tell me about yourself," he said.



My mind flashed back to my first meeting with Harry.


"Tell me about yourself," Harry asked, getting up.

"Wh-what?," I asked, kind of shocked at his question.

He chuckled.

"Tell me about you," he repeated himself.

"There is not much to know about me. I'm just me," I said.

"Just you?"

"Yeah," I said, looking up to meet his eyes.

"How do you judge people?," he asked, leaning against the desk in front of me.

"I try not to judge them...but if I do, I always judge them by their personality not by their looks."

"Are you single?," he asked.

"Yes," I said, a little above a whisper.

He nodded and looked out the window.

"Are you?," I said, still in a tiny voice.

He quickly turned to look at me.

"I'd prefer not to state," he said, straightening up and walking back behind his desk.



I shook my head. 

"I'm originally from California, where I live, well lived, with my parents and two sisters, May and Jasmine. I currently live in New York in an apartment with my friend Lily, and I attend New York University...."

I went on, on how I got my first job and lost it, and of how I found out that there was an open place at the Styles Company to be a manager. I told him how we met and stopped before I told him about how he came over to my house and I thought we'd end up having sex.

Somehow I just couldn't.

"That night....that night...," I kept repeating.

Harry looked at me worried.

"Sorry...I just can't," I said, trying not to cry.

"It's okay, take a deep breath in and continue when you can," he said.

I looked at him. The man that was known as a womanizer. The man that fucked up so much in his life. That man that somehow was able to steal my heart, make it flutter, make butterflies appear in my stomach...that man....didn't know me anymore. He really doesn't remember anything. Anything at all. All the memories, all our memories, were gone. It's as if I'm starting to know him again, it's like as if we just met again. Except I know what happened before, but he doesn't.

I burst out in tears and ran out of the room, down that hallway, out of the hospital, to my car.

I sat there crying for what felt like forever, before I became quiet.

I know I can't break down like this. I eventually can help him regain his memory. But was I strong enough? 


My phone rang, but I didn't answer.

I turned the car on and drove to the hotel. I packed my bags, and drove to the airport.

I need to leave...I don't know why but I just need to leave now.











O.M.G. I'm so sorry for being away so long. It's just got. complicated. a. lot.

But, guess who's back, back again!? I am. :)

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