**fluff** but occasional swear words

Imagine going on a date with Sebastian and things go bad.

(Y/S/C= Your skin color)

"No! Star Trek is way better than Star Wars!" You yelled back at your boyfriend playfully, swatting his arm in the process.

"No it's not! That is such a lie!" Your boyfriend, Sebastian, yelled back. You two were currently walking back to your shared apartment, coming home from a date night at the theater.

You both stopped at the traffic pole thing, which you had no idea what it was called, and you pressed the button so you two could cross.

The walking person icon turned green and you both started to cross.

Sebastian was looking at you, deep in conversation, when you noticed a car coming which wasn't slowing down. Your eyes bulged, and acting quickly, you threw yourself at Sebastian, getting him out of the way.

Suddenly, you felt a new kind of pain surge through you. It was like one thousand needles being shot through every inch of your body. Your world went black, but not before you heard a loud "Y/N!" come from your boyfriend, Sebastian. Sebastian. Sebastian. Sebastian.

**

You woke up in a bed, a strange one. You looked around you and there were a mild shade of green walls surrounding you, enclosing you in a room. You looked to your left and there was a machine monitoring your heart rate.

You tried to reach up or sit up but you couldn't move. A searing pain shot itself through you when you tried, causing you to let out a noiseless groan. You couldn't comprehend the pain that was going through you, for it was so unreal. Your heart rate jumped and in ran a nurse, injecting you with something in a syringe, causing the world to turn all warm and fuzzy.

When you woke up again, you figured out where you were. I'm at a hospital, you thought to yourself. But why? You looked more at your body, tilting your head upwards to get a good look at yourself. Your whole right arm was bruised,  deep, deep purple replacing the once Y/S/C. Your left arm was almost ok, with one stitch in it. You looked father down and what you saw almost made you vomit. Your legs were deep, deep, purple and red, but surprisingly not in casts. Yet. And you felt a kind of numbness in your stomach, but couldn't see the wound because it was covered by your white hospital gown. And if you tried to move the fabric, you would've only had a searing pain shoot through you again, and you wanted none of that.

You understood that something bad happened to you, but you had no idea what. So, when the next nurse came in, you asked her, "What happened to me?"

She gave you a sad look before hesitantly saying, "You were hit by a car, Y/N. I'm so sorry."

You looked down to your feet, as best as you could, and sat in silence. "I don't remember." You finally added, a hint of sadness and confusion filling your words.

Her breath hitched. "Does this mean I have amnesia?" You asked, causing her to walk out of the room. Rude, you thought.

The nurse walked back in with the Doctor, who looked slightly worried. "Y/N, I'm going to take a few tests and you're going to have to answer some questions for me. Understood?"

You answered back a small 'yes' and he nodded, smiling sympathetically.

He took the tests, and then began asking you a few questions.

"Y/N, how old are you?"

"I'm Y/A, Doctor."

He smiled and scribbled something on the sheet. "Do you have a boyfriend, or significant other, or fiancè, or none of the above?" He asked, a slight fear in his tone, you thought.

You didn't hesitate when saying, "None of the above."

He froze for a moment before writing something very slowly on his notepad.

"What year is it?" He asked without warning.

"Um, 2014?" You said, questioningly.

He nodded, and wrote something down.

"Did I answer them all correctly?" You asked.

He smiled sympathetically before turning to the nurse and saying, "Maybe visual cues will help."

He turned to you. "Y/N, would you mind going on a walk with me?" You nodded, confused, but obliged.

**

As you were rounding the corner to what seemed like the waiting room, a man perked up when he saw you. "Y/N!" He yelled, running up to you and hugging you, carefully. You didn't know who he was, but he was careful. You had been wobbling by the doctor for the whole walk and suddenly this man, whom you didn't know, pops out of no where. Hmmm.

"Oh, thank god you're ok, baby!" He said, thankfully, leaning down to kiss you when you pulled away, rather clumsily. You ended up stumbling into the doctor who then caught you, making sure to not put pressure on any of your wounds. The man, who you didn't know, looked confused.

"Mr. Stan, you and I are going to have to talk, immediately." The doctor said to the man who was called Mr. Stan. The doctor didn't leave you alone, however. There was a different nurse than before to care for you, or rather make conversation with you in the waiting room, while you were waiting for your doctor to be done talking to this man.

All of the sudden, you heard a loud sob coming from the man and the doctor trying to comfort him the best he could. Mr. Stan looked over to you, crying, and started crying harder, covering his face with his hands. You felt the need to apologize, but you didn't know what for.

The doctor said something final to the man and then got up, walking back over to you. "You don't remember him at all, do you?" He asked, hesitantly. You shook your head 'no' the best you could. "Well, I'll bring you back to your room now." He started to walk you back to your room, hooking his arm through yours for support. He then asked, "Would you like to see any visitors?"

You thought for a moment. "Sure, yes. I bet my family would really like to see me."

The doctor smiled sadly. "Seb-er, Mr. Stan called your family earlier, telling them of the accident, and they said they'd be here in a few hours. So, it's going to be a little while." He smiled sympathetically. "But, would you be comfortable with seeing the man?"

You stopped breathing for a moment as you reached your room. "But he's a complete stranger." You said, dumbfounded.

"But he cares a lot about you, trust me. But you don't have to see him if you don't want to, it's all up to you." He said and then opened the door to your room, leading you in. Maybe he's the man that hit me, you thought.

"Sure, I'd like to see him."

**

You were lying in your hospital bed when the man walked in, eyes red and puffy from crying. He closed the door behind him, and pulled a chair that was near the wall to next to your bed. You waited for him to be the first person to say something.

"This is all my fault," he sniffled, "I'm so sorry." He covered his face with his hands, sobbing harder than before. His cries made your heart break.

"It's ok! I swear, it's ok! You didn't mean to hit me with your car, and that's ok! It was probably my fault anyway, I always have been on the clumsy side." You said, trying to cheer him up.

This only made him cry harder. "You seriously don't remember?" He asked, depressingly. You shook your head no.

He covered his face in his hands and shook his head. "I....you pushed me out of the way, Y/N." He said, looking up to you. "We were on our way home from a date."

His words shocked you, and before you could process what you were saying, this flew out of your mouth: "But I don't even know you."

Your words caused his lip to start quivering, but he didn't let any fresh tears fall. "I love you. And you loved me. Please, please remember me." He whispered.

He looked at you hopefully, but you remembered nothing. You were looking into his crystal blue eyes, but still nothing. "I'm sorry," you started, "but I don't know you." His lip started to quiver again, but this time he let out a loud sob. He dropped his face to your bed, slightly holding your hand with his.

The doctor walked in. Mr. Stan turned to the doctor and shook his head. The doctor smiled sadly at him. "I'm sorry" the doctor mouthed to him, and he turned back to you. He looked at you one last time before leaving the room.

You were in the hospital for 1 1/2 months, and the man visited the first few weekends before giving up. He tried to make you remember, but you just couldn't. It would mainly end up in him crying and you feeling like an asshole afterwards.

The weekend he didn't show up is when you started to realize that you were being given a fresh start, even if your original start wasn't even that bad. Week after week passed and still no mystery man. The hospital staff would talk to you, along with your family. Your family was befuddled as well that you couldn't remember this man, and you were beginning to get frustrated. "He's just a man! I don't get why everyone is so hung up on him!" You would yell back to them, and that would be the end of the conversation about him.

**8 months later**

(btw, I kept imagining Adam as Adam Levine, which made this even harder to write. Though, in this imagine, Adam is not famous)

You were walking through a park with your boyfriend of 7 months when he turned to you. "Y/N," Adam asked, "I know you've been through shit this year, and I'm so glad that I got to be the one that helped you through it. You are beautiful, smart, and caring. And fucking amazing in bed." This made you giggle. He smiled. "You're my best friend, and I could never begin to imagine letting you go." He began to get down on one knee. Your eyes began to tear up and you covered your now smiling mouth with your hand. "And, for the rest of our lives, I want to make you feel the way I feel about you, every damn day. So, Y/F/N, will you marry me?" He asked, teary eyed, and hopeful as well.

You nodded frantically, before saying, "Yes! Yes! A million times yes!" He smiled, sliding the ring onto your finger. You smiled at how beautiful it was before flinging yourself into his arms, when he was standing, of course. You hugged each other for a few moments before landing your lips on each other's. You both smiled into the kiss. You had never felt more alive, at least not that you could remember. "I love you so much!" You whispered, crying.

"I love you, too." He whispered back, teary eyed, but happy.

You two kissed again, you stroking your fingers through his dark brown, almost black hair. His hands were at your sides, being a complete gentleman as always.

You broke the kiss and looked into his green eyes. You smiled. "You know, they say that engagement sex is almost as good as wedding night sex." He laughed.

"Well, we should probably prove that theory true, Y/N. But we will only know for sure when we get married."

You smiled at him. "Which I cannot wait for."

He giggled adorably, like always. You grabbed each other's hand and ran to your car.

Needless to say, you were both very excited for engagement sex.

**

You were walking through the same exact park that you got engaged in with Adam. You two were laughing at something you watched on tv earlier when you saw the man that you hadn't seen in a little over a year. He was sitting on a bench, and suddenly looked up and over to you two. You watched his face droop, reminding you of all the times that you made him cry.

Adam saw you and Mr. Stan staring at each other. He looked to you sympathetically and asked, "Is that him? Is that the man that.." He didn't know how to phrase his question, so you finished it for him.

"The man that I forgot about? Yes." You flicked your gaze to Adam, who was giving you a reassuring smile, letting you know that it was ok for you to go talk to this man.

You squeezed Adam's hand. "I want you to come with me. He deserves to know that I'm happy."

Adam smiled, and you both started to walk towards the man who was sitting on the bench.

The man scooted over some, giving the both of you enough room to sit down. You sat down next to Mr. Stan. "Hi." You whispered to him, earning a reassuring hand squeeze from Adam.

The man whispered back, "Hi." He moved his gaze over to Adam, and then your left hand, settling his gaze on the ring. His face drooped even more, if that was possible.

"So you two are engaged?" He whispered.

You nodded your head and looked back to Adam, who hadn't said a word the whole time. He smiled at you, sympathetically.

"Mr. Stan, this is my fiancé, Adam." You squeezed Adam's hand and motioned over to him.

Adam smiled at Mr. Stan. "Hi." He said, reaching his hand over to shake Mr. Stan's. Mr. Stan took his hand in his hesitantly, shaking it slowly. At one point, you could've sworn you saw Mr. Stan glare at Adam, but maybe it was just your imagination.

"Hi." The man said back, rather lowly.

The awkward handshake ended and you were left in between two men, one of whom which was your fiancé.

You had an idea, but hopefully Adam wouldn't hate it. "Mr. Stan, thank you for the weekends you spent in the hospital with me, and I'm sorry that I made you cry all those times. So, um, would you like to come to our wedding?" You asked the man hopefully.

Adam stroked his index finger on your hand, letting you know that it was ok.

The man looked shocked, but then finally said, "Um, yeah. I'd love to." He said, not really believably.

You smiled at him. "Great! I'll just need your address so we can mail you the invitation for when everything is planned out and ready."

He smiled a sad smile at you. "Ok." And he gave you everything you needed to know.

"Thank you." You murmured, getting up from the bench with your fiancé. You reached down and hugged Mr. Stan, who hugged back as if you were his lifeline.

Adam was standing somewhere behind you, probably smiling. Adam always smiled, at least around you. You two were what made each other the happiest. And that's why you loved him. And that's why you were marrying him.

**Night before Wedding**

You and Adam had planned your wedding at the park where he proposed, seeing as that was the most romantic place to be. You two originally met at a coffee shop, and you didn't see how you two could have a wedding with 250+ guests in one small coffee shop. So, the park was the best option.

You were in your bridal suite with your best friend staying in there with you. "I can hardly wait until he sees you in that dress, Y/N!" She said excitedly.

You smiled back at her. "Me too, but right now I am going to take a walk."

She smiled at you. "Is everything ok?" She asked, wholeheartedly.

You smiled at her, reassuringly. "Of course! I just want some fresh air, that's all."

She smiled back and nodded.

You left your room and closed the door, moving down the hallway to the elevator. You opened it and pressed '1.'

You were deep in thought when the elevator bell rang, letting you know that you were on your desired floor. You exited the elevator and made your way outside.

You were walking along one of the paths in the park when you heard the soft sniffling of a man crying. You looked up and saw that it was the man, Mr. Stan.

You walked over to him and whispered a soft "Hey."

He looked up immediately, noticing it was you. This made him even more embarrassed, and he began to frantically wipe his eyes.

"May I sit?" You asked, smiling.

He tried to smile a wholehearted smile, but it ended up being a plastered on one. "Yes, please." He said.

You sat next to him and looked up at the stars. "They're beautiful." You murmured, deep in thought once again.

"Yes, they are." He murmured, but he had been looking at you the whole time.

You looked over to him and smiled. "May I ask, what's wrong?" You asked, sadly and worriedly.

He looked down to his feet and began to cry even more. You rested your arm around his shoulders and he leaned into you, resting his head on your shoulder. "You still don't remember me." He murmured.

You smiled sadly down at him. "I'm sorry." You whispered, almost crying. He sniffled.

"We were walking back from The Revenant when I almost got hit by a car, but then you pushed me out of the way and you got hit instead." So that's why he always said that it was his fault.

You closed your eyes, stroking his shoulder with your hand, when you remembered. It all came in a whir, and made your sight blurry, even though your eyes were closed.

You started to remember everything. From the first time you kissed to the first time you two had sex. You were remembering everything.

Your breath hitched in your throat and you nudged him off of you. "I'm sorry." He murmured.

You looked at him and whispered, "Sebastian."

He looked up to you, eyes glittering with hope. This was the one thing that he never mentioned, and no one else did either. His first name.

"How did you-"

"I remember." You whispered back.

His eyes bulged, slightly. In a happy way, though. "What do you remember?" He asked, cautiously.

"Everything." You murmured back.

He smiled, as did you. Then, he frowned. "The wedding.."

"The only wedding I wanna have is with you." You said, rushed, and leaned over to kiss him.

He was shocked at first, but then kissed back as if you were his lifeline.

"I love you, Sebastian Stan. So, so, so much." You said in between kisses.

"I love you too, Y/N. And this past year has been like hell for me, not being with you." He said, sadly.

"I'm sorry." You said, almost crying.

He shook his head. "No! It's not your fault, I promise." He said, trying to give you a reassuring smile.

You smiled back. And then frowned. "How do I tell everyone that the wedding is off?" You asked him. He was thinking about it when you had an idea.

You pulled out your phone, as dumb as it may sound, and texted your fiancé. The text read:

Y/N: I remember everything.

And nothing else. He soon texted back, saying.

Adam: What does this mean? :/

You replied back:

Y/N: I'm sorry. But I love him.

And you closed the conversation and looked over to Sebastian, who had been reading your conversation the whole time. He looked slightly guilty from reading it, though.

"Do you wanna run away with me?" You asked him, hopefully. You didn't mean "off the grid," you only meant from the wedding. He seemed to understand.

"Yes!" He said, almost too excitedly. You both got up from the bench, but before you two could run away, you took off your engagement ring and left it on the bench.

"You're a wedding ruiner, you know that?" You asked him, rather playfully.

He laughed. "Only for you." He murmured and kissed your cheek.

You sighed into his touch. "You know, we do have a lot of catching up to do." You said, winking at him.

He seemed to understand the reference. He replied, "Yes, it seems that we do, Miss Y/L/N."

You giggled and entered your car, as did he. "I'll just have to pick up my car tomorrow." He shrugged and you burst out laughing.

"I missed you." You murmured and he smiled.

"I missed you, too."

THE END!!!

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