Sad sweet cute and funny... I might take some ideas from kpop fanfic but I'll try my best to write it in my way.xoxoxo love you so much xxxxx.Sorry for not updating the storry

Taylor's pov

I awoke by the ringing alarm rumbling across the room,well it's weird when Harry wasn't beside me,snuggling into his warm body.My phone buzzed for the hundredth times, and I slowly picked the phone up knowing Annie had been planned for another date or meeting..

From Annie,9:00-Meet at Coffee Bean cafe at 12

To Annie,9:05-Not interested.Not in a mood for god sake's

From Annie,9:06-THIS IS IMPORTANT !Don't late. I'll message Harry

Harry . Oh GOD I don't want to hear his name again.Yesterday, I had  relationship argument between us,and Louis suddenly out of control punching him in the face in front of a bunch of cameras. I rather die than meeting him after the  last night incident .

I pulled up a simple floral dress and a scarf,putting on a natural makeup and slipping red lipstick on my lips.

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"Sorry I'm late for 15 minutes"I said,feeling guilty. I glanced at Harry,he just smiled brightly.

"Nope.Its nothing. I don't mind.I glad you finally meet me here"he said,asking me to seat across from him.

"Haha"

"Haha"I replied awkwardly

"Hahaha"

"Why are you laughing?"I questioned,slightly frowning at him

He seemed so relieved."Don't worry. I'm not thinking about someone else. I just thought about you."

"Hopefully,It's not a thought of the kiss with the slut.We're going to end up this relationship"I said sarcastically,rolling my eyes.

"You should close your mouth shut before I kiss you in front of people"

"I currently not working for your contract as a payed girlfriend.We are done,Harry."

"You need to renew it"he pouted,winking an eye on me.

"Never"I shouted,standing up as I shaking my head and let my hand go.He looked sad. I walked into the cafe .He just stared at me from far away.

I came back with 2 mocha frappe in my hands. I walked to the seat that we sat earlier but he was not there.Where did he go? I randomly looked around,searching for him.But he's not there. I walked further and further.But then, I saw a crowded of people gathering at the middle of the road. I had bad feeling about this. It was an accident

"The boy got hit by a car when he tried to save a girl crossing the road."the woman beside me told me, while the rest of the crowd frantically trying to call the ambulance.

I suddenly got a goosebumps."The boy?Is he... no no no.He's not the same person.Nope.Not him. I gotta find Harry as soon as possible or this coffee would melt. I walked away from the crowd and walked passing through. I walked beside the ambulance and saw..s-saw...Harry?!B-but when he got hurts, and the blood pouring out of his body.My hands was shaking so much.

"ha..hazza??hey get up.Don't playing jokes on me,it's totally not funny."I squealed,caressing either side of his cheek.His blood stick all over my hands.

"Harry Edward Styles!Get up,you idiot.Get up!Get up!Please...wake up..for my sake..please dear"I shook his body over and over again.

"Miss?Do you know this victim?"One of the medic stuff asked and I nodded as the tears streamed down on my face.

"He's in critical condition.We need to get him to the hospital as soon as possible.Can you please contact his family?"Said the medic stuff

I pulled out the phone and called Gemma and Anna to inform that Harry got into an accident. I jumped into the ambulance and slid  the seat.

Now,Harry was still in the emergency room. I shuffled myself in seat,nervous and scared.Its been 2 hours but no news from the doctor.
Suddenly, the door of emergency room swung opened.A man with a green outfit and surgeon mask came out.He must be a doctor

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We approached by his side."He's fine and save.Now,he's still unconscious so he still didn't awake.You both can visit him for a while"the doctor said,smiling and walked away.when I walked in the room,my tears started streaming down again.I saw his head were being covered with a white a white bandage.God,why was this happening to you,Harry....

The next morning ,I ready to visit him.I bought some souvenir and his favorites fruits,hoping he likes them.I finally arrived infront of his room.I could his raspy and deep voice,laughing.How cute.I pushed the door and every eyes glued at me.I smiled back.Our eyes met and I stepped closer to him.I took out his favorite fruits and placed it on the desk beside him.He was still looking at me.

"Hey,Haz,How are you?Is your muscles okay?It must be painful ,right?"I asked him slowly,grazing his skin as I threw a smile but he rolled his eyes and slightly shoved me away.

"Who the hell are you?"He shot.Everyone in the room looked at us,confused with harry's question.I awkwardly scratched my neck because I don't have the right answer to respond his question.

"I'm your girl..friend"I managed to spoke up without a word stuck inside my throat.Someone cleared his throat before knocking the door"It's Doctor Lebeau"

"come in"harry shouted limply,and the doctor came in,holding a sheet of paper.

"Brain Trauma"He explained,"Physical symptoms of this include Amnesia but in most cases,the memories will be treated in a few months.Judging by the bruising of your brain,it would be an expected four weeks for the swelling to heal and please have good rest"

"Amnesia?"harry questioned

there a short pause and I assumed to exchanged glances between Anna and Gemma."Harry,in the most cases,the memory will heal up after the swelling has completely gone down.You will remember again.I promise"

There was a heavy sigh from Anna(his mom),an I turned to where she was sitting."I think ,I'll stay here,home will be too hard"she whispered and offered a hug to him.He hugged back but didn't answer.

"Harry,you can't stress.It'll only make it worse"Gemma said softly

"What am I supposed to do in four weeks?"he gulped

"I'll help you"I said,gazing into his eyes."Stay strong alright?"i whispered so that he could hear.He only managed a weak nod.I stood up from his bed but Harry pulled my arms."Where are you going?"

I shook my head."I'll be back".And walked out of the room