Harry's P.O.V

"What?" I am absolutely dumbfounded. "Please tell me you're joking."

"Who are you?" she repeats, her eyes wild.

"I'm Harry. Your boyfriend, love," I tell her slowly. A doctor rushes in, making her jump. I can tell she's absolutely terrified. It breaks my heart.

"Wh-what?" she shakes her head. "I-I need--what?" She looks like she's on the verge of tears. The look on her face makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry. She doesn't remember me. She doesn't remember me. Oh my God. "I-is Tyler here?"

"Yes," I whisper, my voice cracking. "She's talking to Liam outside. Her boyfriend."

"I need to talk to her," Clara says shakily.

"Okay, love. I'll go get her," I try to smile. I walk outside to get Tyler. "Tyler, she doesn't remember me. She lost her memory."

"WHAT?" Tyler is absolutely shocked.

"She-she remembers people from her childhood, though, and she wants to see you," I tell her. She nods.

"Of course I'll go in," Tyler agrees, walking into the room. I stay outside with Liam, who leads me to a bench. The minute my bum hits the bench, I break.

Tyler's P.O.V

"Clara?" I ask cautiously when I get inside.

"Tyler!" Clara sobs in relief. "I-I don't understand. Where am I? How did I get here? Who the fuck is that guy who was in here, Harry?"

"Whoa, girl," I let out a sob when I reach her bed. "One question at a time. First, you're in the hospital. Second, you got here because someone drugged you and landed you in a coma. Third, wait--you really don't remember Harry?"

"No, should I?" Clara asks me, confused.

"Yes," I answer bluntly. "Do you remember One Direction?"

"I...yes," Clara nods. "I think so. Wait--you're not telling me...?"

"He's Harry Styles. From One Direction," I tell her.

"Wh-what?" she keeps stuttering. I roll my eyes.

"Yes, you fell in love with Harry Styles," I confirm. "And he loves you, too."

"H-how did we even meet? I-I don't remember anything. What's going on?" Clara cries, tears falling. 

"Don't cry, Clara," I sigh, taking her hand. "Look, they're having another concert tonight, Clara. Why don't we go together and you can be reintroduced to everyone. We'll figure this out, I promise."

"Okay," Clara whimpers.

Eleanor's P.O.V

 "Clara woke up," Harry mutters when he walks inside. Without Clara, I might add. What the fuck?

"Wow, you look happy," I sarcastically remark.

"Yeah, I'm just jolly," Harry rolls his eyes.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?" I ask.

"She doesn't remember me. She doesn't remember anything until before she decided to come meet us," Harry tells me, plopping down next to me on the sofa.

"What?" I ask dubiously. "You're kidding, right?"

"No," Harry says monotonously. I can tell he's already cried. His eyes are red and he has his "I'm Harry, I don't get upset" vibe going on, which always means that he already cried. I sigh. This is my least favourite Harry attitude.

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