How It's Going To Be [h.s.]

Chapter 2

"She said she was worried about you, but that she knows you'll be well soon."

"That's sweet," I wasn't sure how to respond. I nodded to Harry a few times before looking away. There was something about the way he looked at me that made me nervous. His eyes held so much more emotion when he saw me than mine held when I saw him. I felt inadequate.

"I figured we could hold off having people visit until you feel a little more...yourself."

"Thank you," I gave a weak smile. "I don't really feel like answering people's questions right now."

There was a short knock on the door that drew our attention immediately. The doctor walked in the room and smiled. He crossed the room to the end of my bed and placed his hands in his pockets. "How are you feeling?"

"My pain is a lot better."

"Good! That's very good. Unfortunately, we still don't have a good idea of what caused you to pass out. We're still waiting on some test results, but based on your condition under our watch, you are stable enough to go home."

"So you don't know what caused me to lose consciousness?"

"Not yet. We suspect it has to do with a rapid change in blood pressure or perhaps your heart rate. We can't be certain until the final test results are finished."

"But she is free to go home?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Mr. Styles, if I could have you gather the paperwork for her. I would also like to talk to you about proper care and what to expect."

"Sure," Harry stood up and walked with the doctor out of the room.

I felt a lot of frustration. I had amnesia preventing me from remembering one of the most important times of my life. On top of that, the doctors couldn't figure out why I had passed out in the first place. Frustration aside, I felt fear. I didn't want to pass out again and have more of my memory taken from me.

I also realized I was afraid of what was to come. I was afraid of staying in my flat myself, but I was also afraid of being with Harry, too. I really didn't know him and being with him came with a lot of extras. We would be followed by the media and attract a lot of attention. The world knew about us, but I didn't know about us at all.

Harry came back in the room carrying a clipboard and pen. "These are your discharge papers. You'll need to sign here and there."

I signed the papers easily and handed the pen back to Harry. "Thanks."

"I'll be right outside in the hallway speaking with the doctor if you need anything." I nodded and he left the room.

As soon as I was alone, a nurse walked in. It was a different nurse, yet again. She was short and thin with a wide smile and eyes that were close together. She made small talk as she removed my IV and wrapped a bandage around where the needle had been in my skin.

"Do you have clothes to change into?" she asked.

"Yes," I pointed to the bag.

The nurse pulled out a pair of athletic leggings, a t-shirt, and a quarter zip pullover. Without words, she helped me out of the hospital gown and into the clothes Harry had kindly brought me.

"I have to ask," she giggled. "What's it like dating Harry Styles?"

I was completely taken off guard. She obviously hadn't been warned about my memory loss. I wasn't expecting anyone to ask questions about Harry. The truth was, her guess as to what it was like dating Harry was as good as mine. I didn't know him. As far as I was concerned, I knew him as well as she did. I couldn't possibly disappoint her with that answer. I took a second to think of what to say. I cleared my throat, "Harry is very supportive and loving. Dating him makes me feel like a queen."