NIALL'S POV
The next day, I wake up in my hotel bed. I don't remember coming here last night.
I thought I fell asleep there...
I walk out into the main room, taking a seat onto the couch.
"Hey, Niall." Liam sits beside me.
" What happened last night? I thought I stayed there?" Liam sighs, looking down at his feet.
"How did I end up here?" I try to meet his eyes.
He finally looks at me, taking a deep breath before speaking.
"Lad, I took you home." I raise my eyebrows.
"How? You couldn't of carried me."
He looks at me funny. "Well, obviously."
"Then..How did I end up here?"
"Paul came to visit Adrianna last night but, was told to leave by the nurses. Just before he left, He saw you curled up in the corner asleep."
"Okay..But, did he carry me out?" Now, I give him a funny look.
"Let me finish, he tried waking you but you had a hard time waking up. So, when he got you to be at least half asleep, he walked you out and took you here." I leave a few moments of silence, thinking about last night and all what was going on.
"Is Adrianna okay!?" I randomly blurt, shaking his shoulder.
"Uh..well..She..." My heart starts to pound.
"She what!" my eyes start feeling wet.
"She's not..doing so well mate." a tear drops from his eye.
"What do you mean!?" my eyes start filling.
"When she hit her head, he said she had these very detailed illusions when she was passed out."
"So, like dreams or something? How is that bad?..."
"That's not all, it's a bad sign for memory loss." my chest starts to ache.
"No! This can't be happening!" my heart drops.
"I'm sorry mate, lets hope it isn't all of her memory." He face goes red.
"What if it's gone forever!? She won't know who I am..! She won't even feel this way about me anymore!...." I start to cry even harder.
"Who knows, she might fall for you again.." He tries to remain positive.
"Most likely not! We won't have that special feeling around each other anymore! It will be all gone!" I start to feel a mix of anger and bad anxiety.
"Well, it's not like you've known her all your life!" So, it feels like I have.
"Why does that matter! When do I ever get into finding a girl! I won't ever again after her! Never!" I punch the couch.
"Calm down Niall, There are plenty of girls that you could fall for.." He puts his feet up.
"No! I will never love someone as much as I love her! I don't care how long I've known her or about all the girls in the world!"
"Well, we have to leave here after summer anyways, so it won't be so bad.."
"I'm not going. Are you kidding! I'm staying here, famous or not." She means more to me than my fame.
"Are you crazy Niall?! What about all those fans , who worship the ground you walk on? All of the girls who work so hard and wait so long to go to your concert?! If you're just going to give all that up, think about how many people your disappointing!" He shakes his head, tensing up.
"Well, they still have you four! You don't need me, I don't really fit anyways." I cross my arms.
"Since when have you felt that way?" he lowers his voice.
"Look, I love the band and I'm more than thankful to be in it but.. You guys don't need me, I'm an extra piece that hangs on the side." I think about all the music videos, where I'm always put in the background or most the time hidden.
"If you just leave the band, do you know how selfish you will look!?" he never leaves my eyes.
"Selfish?! I'm giving it up, so I can stay here and be with the love of my life!" This fight is getting pointless and tiring.
"Okay Niall.. Do whatever you want. I'm done trying to show you an obvious point." He bends his back, standing up.
"Thanks for the comfort." I sarcastically remark. He grabs his phone laying on the counter, then leaves the apartment.
"What's going on in here?" Harry opens his bedroom door.
"Nothing, fuck. Nothing." I silently cry. I can't let her go.
"Niall? Are you alright?.." He takes a drink form the milk carton.
"Does it matter? I'm just being selfish." I shrug my shoulders.
"Selfish? Who said you were selfish?" he takes a seat on the chair in front of me.
"Let's not talk about it. I have more things to be upset about." he looks confused, then nods his head, understanding why.
"So, How's Adrianna?" He puts a bandana in his hair. My heart aches every time someone says her name.
"She's not doing very well." I sniff my nose. He gives me a frown, stretching his dimples.
"That's terrible. I hope thing get better."
"Me too, but they probably won't Harry. She shows signs of memory loss."
"Did she get a concussion?"
"Um, of course. She did more damage than that." I give him a 'duh' look.
"How did she fall?" I wish he would quit asking questions.
"When I took her up to that lake, we swam a little, then she ran from me all of a sudden so I could chase her. She ran about fifty feet, then tripped over a lump of sand and slammed her head against a heavy rock."
"Wow, did she pass out right away?"
"Well, when I got to where she was, her eyes were shut but she opened them a little and closed them again. I was terrified, i tried calling an ambulance but there was no service.
So, I picked her up and rushed her to the hospital."
"I'm glad she wasn't hurt worse." he Twists his curl on his finger.
"Well, anyways. I'm going to the hospital, I need to see whats new." I rub my nose, headind out the door.
ADRIANNA'S POV
"What's going on? Where's my mom?" Do I even have a mom? Or dad?
"Hi baby, you're awake." some unfamiliar, tall woman comes over to me.
"Uh, hi.." she kisses me on the cheek.
"I just got here, I got a call saying you hit your head?" she sits on the side of my bed.
"I don't remember that, I hit my head?! I rub my hand over the top of my head, going over a wide bump.
"Yes, the doctor only told me about you hitting it somewhere on the top and back."
"Um, okay. Not to be rude, but.. Who are you?" I look at her widening eyes.
"This is your mom, silly. Don't play games, you remember me." What games?
"I'm not, I've never met my mother. Do you know where she is?"
"Are you serious? Hold on a second.." She quickly runs out of my room.
Right out my door, I listen to the conversation she and the doctor are having.
"She lost her memory! For how long!?"
"Ma'm, I'm afraid she won't be getting it back." I can hear this lady bawling.
"There's no chance at all!?"
"Well, it's very unlikely. She has a five percent chance of getting it back, pieces at a time."
"How long will she be in here?" I hear her panic.
"For about a week, we have to keep an eye on her."
"What for?"
"We have to make sure her mental state is alright and make sure she doesn't go into a coma."
"How many visitors can she have at a time?"
"Only three in the day, and only two at night."
"Oh, my poor baby." she starts crying again.
"Well, I have another patient to see. I will drop by later to give her some pain killers."
"Thank you, that was very helpful." she makes her way to my room again.
"I know you don't remember me sweetheart, but I am your mother." she looks me in the eyes.
"I think I would know if you were my mother." this can't be my mom.
"I am, and you have a father, and sister." she rubs her eyes.
"Um, I don't think so..Can you please leave my room, so I can rest?"
"Yes, I'll drop back here later. Bye sweetie, sleep well." she give me a tight hug, then leaves the room.
Nothing at all makes sense to me. I don't remember where I came from, or where my real family is."
I find a little button on the side of my bed, to make it lean back more. I push it and I feel the bed stretch back. I grab an extra blanket in the cabinet, and layer the blankets around me.
I close my eyes, with no trouble of falling fast asleep.