Requested by -NoraAdeline: Y/N gets amnesia, and Tom has to make her remember him.

*Just a little note. This chapter is going to be the first of a few, BUT I don't know where to take it apart from the obvious of Y/N regaining her memory. SO, if you have any ideas, or if you want to see it go in a certain direction / want to see certain things happen, you can either message me, comment it on this chapter (which tbh is probs the most practical way lol) or leave a comment on the conversations bit of my page. Thank you, and enjoy :)* 

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The agonising sound was all that I could take in as pain rushed through me, and the same sound that had been tormenting me for god knows how long filled my brain. I started to force my eyes open, a quiet groan leaving my lips as my entire body was overcome by pain.

"Tom, look, she's waking up." I heard a soft, female voice speak. I tried again to peel my eyelids up, the harsh luminescent light filling my vision as I forced them to stay open.

"Y/N? Sweetheart, can you hear me?" A male voice spoke this time, the voice accompanied by a soft hand being placed on my cheek.

"They told you not to call her anything that could suggest what you are to her...they said she needs to figure it out herself." The female voice countered the male one. I choked and forced my eyes to stay open, pain surging through my body as my eyes stayed on the ceiling.

"What's...what's going on?" I whispered, my body not having the energy to be any louder. The girl who was beside my bed gulped and looked at the guy on the other side. The guy, I had to admit, was hot as fuck, his brown curls and hazel eyes making him my exact type as he looked at the girl whose hair was cut into a cute, brunette bob. The girl looked back down at me with a smile.

"You, um...well, you were in a car accident. You're okay, but you hit your head pretty badly. Do you remember anything?" The girl asked. I scoffed and shook my head, my mind completely blank as I looked between her, and the admittedly extremely attractive guy. I had to confess that I was feeling some serious butterflies from the way that he was looking at me, his gorgeous doe eyes pricked with tears for some reason, and also somehow full of love as they stayed on my face. Of course I had no idea who this guy was, who he was to me, and so all I could assume was that I was feeling this because of the intense way that he was looking at me.

"I'm sorry, no. I don't recognise either of you. Should I?" I gulped as I looked between them.

"Darling, please-."

"Tom." The girl cut him off, making the guy clench his jaw and look down in clear anger as he ran a hand over his chin. The girl sighed and pulled her eyes away from him to instead look at me.

"I hope that you at least remember your own name, but in case you don't, you're Y/N. I'm Zendaya, and that's Tom." Zendaya nodded as she gestured to this 'Tom' guy. I sighed and bit my lip, my head still completely devoid of any information regarding these two people, or myself for that matter. This was scaring the shit out of me. I didn't like not knowing anything, not remembering anything. All I had right now was the feeling that I was safe with these people, and I had no idea why I had that feeling. I didn't know if we were friends, siblings, I didn't know if I was dating one of them, or was more with one of them. I had no idea, I had no memory. And that was terrifying me.

"Who are you to me? I'm sorry, I really don't remember anything, I just need you to tell me more than just your names." I choked and shook my head.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, we can't do that." Zendaya returned the head shake, making my eyes widen.

"Why not?" I scoffed.

"Yeah, Z, why the fuck not?" Tom narrowed his eyes and cocked his head at Zendaya, making her clench her jaw and shoot him another glare.

"Tom, this isn't helpful to the situation, or to Y/N." She shook her head before looking back at me.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I can't even imagine how scary this is to you. But the doctors have told us not to tell you who we are to you. We, um...we're allowed to tell you that we're all friends, but because of our...um...deeper relationships with you...we've been told that you have to figure it out for yourself, you have to remember for yourself. They say it isn't fair to force...certain...relationships onto you, that it'll affect your mental health if you feel forced to be something to us that you may no longer want, or remember." Zendaya nodded, her eyes full of sympathy for me as she explained.

"What utter bullshit." Tom scoffed and shook his head, the comment having been muttered under his breath. But we still heard it. I bit my lip and looked at him, Zendaya once again sighing as a tear left my eye.

"Do you want to go and get some coffee, Tom?" She hinted with a nod. Tom sighed and returned the nod, the boy not even looking at me anymore as he stood from the chair.

"Yeah, right. Do you want anything, my love-." He stopped himself and shook his head, his jaw clenching as he clearly mentally went back on what he'd just said. I just had no idea why, why he wasn't allowed to call me affectionate nicknames.

"Do you want anything, Y/N?" Tom repeated, his eyes slightly glancing at me. I bit my lip and shook my head, tears now streaming freely down my face at this whole situation. He sighed and nodded, the boy throwing the room door open before leaving hurriedly. I choked as the door shut behind him, my eyes squeezing shut as I looked down.

"Hey, hey, you're okay, honey, you're alright." Zendaya cooed, making me breathe out shakily and look back at her as she gently took my hand into hers and rested them both joined against my bed.

"I'm sorry about him. He's not normally like this, he's just...what's happened is already really hard on everyone, and he cares about you a lot, Y/N. We all do. But...especially him." She spoke. I kept my eyes on her face, my mind already knowing that she wouldn't be allowed to tell me the answer to my next question. But I had to fucking try. I had to.

"Zendaya, please. What is he to me? Because, I don't know why, but every time he speaks, every time he looks at me, I get insane butterflies, I see a love in his eyes for me. But I have no idea who he is to me, so I have no idea if that's what I'm meant to see." I sobbed and shook my head, everything fucking hurting as I continued to try, and fail, to understand the situation. Understand who Zendaya was to me. Who Tom was to me. Because I was already suspecting that Tom wasn't just a friend to me. But I didn't know if that was just wishful thinking. Zendaya sighed and shook her head, tears now in her eyes too as her thumb soothingly rubbed over the back of my hand.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I really am." She choked, making me return it and try to ignore the pounding in my head as we just sat there, and I continued to wonder if I was right about Tom.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom stood at the coffee machine in the hospital corridor, tears rolling down his face and a level of anger that he'd never had before bubbling inside of him as he watched the machine release the saddest coffee that he'd ever seen into two of the equally sad plastic cups that hospitals had. But Tom knew that him being so judgemental of the hot liquid was just him trying to ignore the hole in his chest that was coming from the fact that his love of a life was currently completely oblivious as to who he was, what he was to her. And that was that he was the love of her life, he was her boyfriend, and he had planned to propose to her tonight. But then the car accident happened. Tom clenched his jaw and took a couple of steps away from the machine, the boy feeling an unimaginable urge to punch something, and knowing that punching hot coffee wouldn't be a good idea.

"FUCK!" He yelled, his fist swinging and colliding with the corridor wall instead. Pain rushed through his hand, making Tom groan as his back made contact with the wall, and sunk to the floor. He couldn't help but just cry, his eyes squeezing shut as he raised his hands to his head. Tom couldn't even process how ten years of friendship, and three years of love...had all been erased from Y/N's mind by the accident. All of that love, all of the lazy Sunday mornings spent in bed together, all of the late night sex, all of the meaningless arguments that they both knew would never break them had all been forgotten, just like that. It was breaking Tom, he had no idea what to do. Because like Zendaya had told Y/N, Tom had been strictly told by the doctors not to tell her that he was her boyfriend, and that he had planned to become her fiance, had the accident not happened. The universe certainly had a good way of fucking things up right when life was perfect. He knew that he wasn't allowed to tell Y/N who he was, and that was fucking breaking him. He breathed out shakily and wiped his eyes with his sleeve, the boy trying to compose himself as he stood back up, and grabbed the coffees that he'd got for him and Zendaya before turning and heading back to Y/N's hospital room. He just about managed to get the door open with a coffee in each hand, Y/N and Zendaya looking up at him as he walked into the room. He sighed and gave them both a small smile, Zendaya returning it but Y/N looking just as upset as she did when he left. Not that he could blame her.

"Here, Z." Tom mumbled, handing his best friend the coffee before sitting back down in the chair by the bed.

"Thanks, Tom. I, um, I'm going to go find a bathroom, and leave you two alone for a couple of minutes. That okay?" She checked as she stood up.

"Yeah, yeah, sure." He nodded. Zendaya returned it and gave Y/N a small smile, the girl returning it as Zendaya headed for the door. But before she did, she stopped at Tom and leant down, making his eyebrows furrow as she put her lips by his ear.

"I know it's hard, but remember what the doctors said. Don't tell her who you are." She reminded him in a whisper before straightening back up. Tom sighed and nodded as he looked up at her, Zendaya giving them both one more smile and reassuringly placing her hand on his shoulder before she left the room. Tom sighed and looked at Y/N, the poor girl still looking shell-shocked as Tom moved the chair that he was sitting on closer to the bed so that he could be closer to the love of his life.

"How are you feeling? Is it just your head that hurts?" He checked, his eyes flicking over her in concern as he checked her. Normally, Tom would have taken her face into his hands, would have checked every inch of her body to make sure that she was okay, that the love of his life was alright. But of course he couldn't. He couldn't take her face and kiss her like he never had before, he couldn't ask to join her in the bed so that they could cuddle. Tom just had to act like Y/N was nothing more than a friend, he had to act like he was just there to be supportive, and not that he was there because he had truly thought that he'd lost her. In a way, he had. At least it wasn't in a permanent way, or so Tom hoped.

"Y-yeah, it's just my head. To be honest, it doesn't even hurt that much, I just...it's scary, Tom. It's really fucking scary not knowing who I am, not knowing who you and Zendaya are. All I have is the feeling that I know you two, that I'm safe with you. That's all I fucking have." She cried and shook her head. The sight of her crying fucking broke Tom's heart, his eyes wavering and a sigh leaving his lips as he leant forward and gently took her hand.

"Hey, hey, don't cry, it's okay, I'm sorry." He tried to soothe her.

"It's not your fault, Tommy, of course it isn't." She mumbled in return. The use of the nickname made his heart jump in his chest. Tom knew that Y/N wouldn't remember how much meaning there was behind that nickname for them, that it had probably just been a meaningless slip to her. But he had to admit that that gave him hope, even if it was just a slither, that she was already feeling something.

"Listen, Y/N. I know that you're scared, I completely understand that. But trust that gut feeling, because I promise that you are safe with us. You're safe with me. You always have been and you always will be. And we will get through this. We'll get through it together, okay?" He nodded, his eyes staring into the ones that he'd fallen in love with as he desperately tried to get Y/N to remember something, anything, about what he was to her. Y/N's eyes wavered and she nodded, neither of them breaking the other's gaze as it took every ounce of self control that Tom had to not lean in and just kiss her. Because now, he had no idea when he'd next get to. He had no idea if he'd ever get his Y/N back. And that was killing Tom right now. Even if he couldn't admit that to her.

Y/N's P.O.V

The door opened again, Zendaya and I looking up at Tom as he walked into the room. He sighed and gave us both a small smile, Zendaya returning it but me not giving him the courtesy. I wasn't trying to be rude, I wasn't trying to make Tom feel like I didn't care, or didn't appreciate what he and Zendaya were doing, but I was still no closer to knowing more about these two than their names, and the fact that I just felt safe with them. But that wasn't enough for me.

"Here, Z." Tom mumbled, handing the girl the coffee before sitting back down in the chair by the bed.

"Thanks, Tom. I, um, I'm going to go find a bathroom, and leave you two alone for a couple of minutes. That okay?" She checked as she stood up.

"Yeah, yeah, sure." He nodded. Zendaya returned it and gave me a small smile, me returning it forcedly as Zendaya headed for the door. But before she did, she stopped at Tom and leant down, making my eyebrows furrow as she clearly whispered something to him. I knew that I had no right to feel it, but I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy at the seemingly intimate moment that the pair were having. I had been reading the looks that Tom had been giving me as us having had something more, but maybe I was wrong. She whispered something to him before straightening back up. Tom sighed and nodded at whatever she'd said as he looked up at her, Zendaya giving us both one more smile and reassuringly placing her hand on his shoulder before she left the room. Tom sighed and looked at me, though I didn't have the mental strength to smile and pretend that I was in any way okay as Tom moved the chair that he was sitting on closer to the bed so that he was closer to me.

"How are you feeling? Is it just your head that hurts?" He checked, his eyes flicking over me in concern as he visually checked that I was okay. I had to admit that I did appreciate how caring he was being. It backed my gut feeling that he was a good person, and that he was going to look after me until I finally got my memories back. However long that would take.

"Y-yeah, it's just my head. To be honest, it doesn't even hurt that much, I just...it's scary, Tom. It's really fucking scary not knowing who I am, not knowing who you and Zendaya are. All I have is the feeling that I know you two, that I'm safe with you. That's all I fucking have." I cried and shook my head. Tom's eyes wavered and a sigh left his lips as he leant forward and gently took my hand into his larger, soft one.

"Hey, hey, don't cry, it's okay, I'm sorry." He tried to soothe me, though his words admittedly had little meaning to me until I knew who he was.

"It's not your fault, Tommy, of course it isn't." I mumbled in return. Tom's eyes wavered again, and he sighed.

"Listen, Y/N. I know that you're scared, I completely understand that. But trust that gut feeling, because I promise that you are safe with us. You're safe with me. You always have been and you always will be. And we will get through this. We'll get through it together, okay?" He nodded, his gorgeous eyes staring into mine as he reassured me. My eyes wavered just like Tom's had a moment ago and I nodded, neither of us breaking the other's gaze as it took every ounce of self control that I had to not ask Tom again who he was to me, to somehow break him down and get him to confess. Because I was desperate to fucking know. I needed to know who he was to me because I felt safe with him, I felt loved, I felt like we had something together. But I had no idea what that was, and I couldn't remember any of it either. Right now, all I could hope for was my memory coming back, and coming back soon. Because I didn't know how long I could go feeling safe around Tom, but not knowing why. I had to know. I had to fucking know.