Here For You (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

Chapter 23

*Niall's POV*

"Believe me son, you want to be sitting down for this."

I sat in the nearest chair and waited for my father to start explaining. He took a deep breath before he spoke, distress lined his face. He spoke with his eyes closed as if it pained him to get the words out.

"Three weeks ago, Cara was riding her bike back home.. Until a teenage boy was texting and driving, causing him to swerve and hit her. The boy called 911, but left her on the side of the road. She lost a lot of blood and practically shattered the back of her skull, causing brain damage and she lost her long term memory. She was unconscious for six days and when she woke up, she didn't even remember her own name, let alone the people in her life. She doesn't know about her mother and she doesn't know about you. Losing both of you was a traumatic memory for her, and if all of that emotion and memory were to be dumped on her it would put her brain into overdrive and kill her."

I just couldn't seem to process the things he was telling me. I say in silence for at least five minutes until I finally spoke.

"What happened to the guy that hit her?" I said as my voice cracked.

"They tracked his number and found him, he went on trial and since he's 18, he's going in a adult penitentiary for five years. He would've gotten life if Cara had die-"

"No. No don't even say that." I interrupted him.

The fact that she doesn't remember who I am kills me, but the thought of her not even surviving the accident did something unfathomable to me.

"So when can I see her..?" The fear of not even being able to get to see her washed through me. I only had about three weeks of a break, but what if she needed more than three weeks? I don't think I can handle going off again without seeing her, or talking to her.

"That's completely up to her." My mother spoke up.

"It also depends on how your run-in with her today went."

"He ran up to her and kissed her. Terrifying the poor girl from what I could see." Greg said, coming into the kitchen.

I hung my head in shame. Why couldn't they just tell me when they found out or when they picked me up?

Now I've fucked everything up, like I always do.

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*Cara's POV*

I ran and I didn't stop running until I got to the hotel.

Niall Horan.

The name rang through my head as if fighting to dig up past memories but I just couldn't seem to have any luck.

I was wheezing as I reached the front doors and the memory of the encounter that just happened replayed through my head.

Once I reached my room, I opened the door and John's face automatically turned into concern.

"Cara? Cara what happened? You look like you're about to be sick!" He led me over to my bed and sat me down on the edge.

"I-um-I'm okay. I'm okay." I choked out.

"Just.. Let me go.. Splash my face really quick." I got up and walked into the bathroom, holding back the frustrated tears.

I could feel a memory, teasing me, sitting at the very front of my brain. But every time I tried to reach out and grab it, I'd miss.

And it's all because of one name.

Niall Horan.

I knew from the way my head was beginning to throb that he is some significant past memory that my brain was on the verge of bringing up. I could feel it coming. I just hoped it was soon.