CHAPTER 2

Zayn and Niall began eating the sandwiches that they had bought, Zayn made a face, used to the good food, but the fact that Niall was eating it happily with out an issue made the bad food taste a little bit better.

"Full name?"

"Zayn Jawaad Malik."

"Birthday, and age?"

"January 12th. I'm nineteen," Zayn responded laughing at this game that he'd played with Niall so long ago, but it had went both ways that time.

"Men, women, or both?"

"Both I guess," Zayn shrugged.

"Alright, boyfriend? Or girlfriend? Wait, if it's a boy… It'd probably be in the band… Liam?" Niall asked smirking.

Zayn laughed and shook his head, neither boy seeing a girl coming up. "No I'm not dating Liam. I'm dating Perry, she's from a girl band called Little Mix. You'll see them once Haz brings the DVD's."

"Ex-Excuse me?" A quiet voice asked.

Zayn and Niall turned to look at a girl who had a pink band-aid on her cheek and held a pen and a napkin. The girl was a small, young, and she had short hair, ear length and was wearing a flowing, flowery dress.

"You want a signature, darling? What's your name?" Zayn asked smiling kindly at the girl. The girl nodded. Zayn motioned for her to come over by him and sit down with them. Zayn took the pen and slowly began to do his signature. "Why are you in the hospital today?"

"I'm Annalisa. My mum is having a baby, but I'm not allowed to be in the room, so my brother is with me until we're allowed to see the baby," The girl said in a feeble voice. "Why are you in the hospital?"

"Niall here bonked his head and lost a few memories, but he's alright, he'll be up and running in a few days," Zayn said encouragingly, smiling up at Niall and handed him the napkin and pen.

"Do I… What if it's not right?" Niall asked softly, blushing darkly.

"It will be. We didn't really have much time to figure out how to do our signatures, we just did it, so go for it. It's muscle memory," Zayn encouraged.

"How did Niall hit his head?" A girl asked from behind, sitting down at the table, on the same bench as Niall, but at a proper distance.

Zayn looked up at smiled brilliantly at the girl, causing her to flush and look to Niall, flushing a bit more, who had his tongue sticking out, focused on signing his name properly. Niall slid the napkin back over to the little girl, smiling at her, his eyebrows furrowed a bit at the unusualness of the situation.

"He got hit by a car when him and Harry were out," Zayn explained, scratching his cheek as Niall looked up at Zayn.

"Oh my god," The girl's eyes became watery. These girls obviously cared about them, it was strange to see a girl he'd never met get so teary eyed over his accident even though she didn't know him, "Poor Harry. He must have been so scared when you got hit. So what… What memories did you loose?" The girl asked.

"All memories between boot camp in X-Factor to the moment I woke up today," Niall recalled with a little frustration, his head was beginning to hurt.

"No way… So you're still. Solo artist Niall Horan with big dreams of becoming the Irish Justin Bieber?" The girl exclaimed shocked.

Niall looked away his eyebrows furrowing more, his head beginning to pound. The unnamed guard kept his eyes on the girl as Paul noticed Niall's pain. Slowly Paul stood up, the girl noticing the man, and becoming afraid that she might have done something inappropriate.

"Zayn, I'm taking Niall back to the room, finish up and come back up. He needs some rest, he's had a big day," Paul said helping Niall back to his feet, gathering the food in a bag for Niall to hold, to make him feel like he wasn't completely helpless.

"Right. I'll be right back up Kyle, don't let Ian lecture you," Zayn said, using the code names so that they didn't get any more girls crowding them.

"Fuck… Who's Kyle? Ian?" Niall asked softly, looking up at Paul for an answer.

"Code names, rhyme with your real names. You guys used them when you didn't want to be noticed," Paul explained quickly as he helped Niall up the stairs. He helped him through the halls until they came into his hospital room.

Louis and Liam stood up when they saw Paul practically holding Niall up. Liam went over to Niall and gingerly wrapped his arm around the younger boy's waist, and draped Niall's arm over his broad shoulders, and Louis helped get him into the bed, laying Niall down.

"We must be really close…" Niall murmured, shutting his eyes and sighed out, holding the bag of food close.

"Thanks Paul," Louis said to the man that looked over their shoulder's making sure that Niall was alright.

"No problem boys. I'm going to sit outside." And with that left the room to make sure no girls were going to try to break into the room.

"Should we take that bag from him?" Liam asked looking down at Niall with a chuckle.

"No, let him keep it, he'll wake up and realize that he's soiled his food. That is the first time I've ever seen him do it, so he's got to learn that he can't snuggle food," Louis laughed sitting down on the couch, and then lied down.

Liam sat back down in the seat next to Niall's bed. Zayn came back into the room, Harry following him in. Zayn sat in the chair next to Niall's bed, and Harry stood, unsure of where to go and settled for laying the opposite way on the couch with Louis. The boy's stayed in their positions having quiet conversations, Zayn kept his happy experience with Niall to himself. They stayed like that all night, falling asleep as a band, united a bit once again.

Niall's eyes fluttered open to a pressure around his bicep, which was obviously not the normal flab he was used to, it was stone hard muscle, which was probably why the squeezing didn't hurt as bad as usual.

"We're just making sure your pulse is proper before releasing you," The nurse said quietly, helping Niall sit up in the bed. He looked around and smiled at the three sleeping boys. Then he realized there was only three, and the one missing was Harry.

Niall felt bad, he felt as if it was his fault Harry wasn't there. He felt like maybe he shouldn't have runaway from Harry as fast as he had. When the bathroom door opened, Niall sighed in relief that he hadn't chased his band mate, and supposedly boyfriend, away.

"Hey," Niall voiced, saying it hoarsely, but smiled.

"Hello," Harry replied, smiling adoringly, a smile that made Niall's heart skip a couple beats, "I brought you clothes from your flat. We'll be leaving out the back door, but there's really no telling if the fans will find us or not. Most likely they will."

The Nurse helped Niall out of the bed, and let her go to her next person as he walked towards Harry who picked up a bag and turned towards Niall handing it to him.

"I want to apologize… I… Liam told me why you were upset, and I understand… I'm just really confused, but that gave me not excuse to call you that name," Niall muttered looking down before looking back up into Harry's kind green eyes, taking the bag from Harry.

"Nialler… I understand completely, you don't need to apologize. I can start from the beginning and work to where we were, or somewhere close," Harry said smiling, and gently pushed Niall into the direction of the bathroom.

Niall came out in Harry's Ramones shirt, and a pare of shorts. He had on his supras and was holding a red hat in hand. Harry had stood there while Niall was changing, staring at the ground he spotted a necklace, Niall's necklace.

"Hello, my name's Niall Horan… I'm your new band mate. I'm sorry to hear about Niall's memory loss," Niall said to Harry holding out his hand.

Harry slowly stood up straight and laughed, his green eyes shining, and took Niall's hand. "It's great to meet you Niall. I'm Harry Styles. Thank you for being here when Niall couldn't," Harry said and pulled his hand away.

Niall looked into his hand and saw the necklace smiling at it fondly. "To remind me of home when I was missing it?" Niall wanted to confirm looking up at Harry, who nodded minutely. The two hadn't noticed that three others, who had woken up while Niall was changing, were watching them.

"It's just like old times, they can't stop looking at each other," Louis piped up from the couch. Niall and Harry looked away from each other, both flushing.

"Exactly like old times, now lets get Ni home," Zayn said smiling fondly at Niall, draping his arm across the boy's shoulder's leading him out the door.

Louis jumped up and jumped on Harry's back, making the younger boy carry him all the way to the car. Liam followed behind them all bodyguards surrounded them. Harry run up next to Niall letting Louis and Niall shake hands, doing the same introduction that Niall and Harry had previously. They walked out the back door, screaming fans all around them, signs for Niall's health to get better.

Zayn pulled Niall a bit closer, knowing that the boy was claustrophobic as it was, and with the girls' rushing being new to Niall now, he felt an obligation to protect him more. Louis had jumped off of Harry's back and followed Liam into the other car. Harry pecked Niall's cheek quickly and slipped into the other van, Zayn helping Niall in, three bodyguards sitting in the seat in front of the three boys.

Niall's face was still flushed from the peck, and looked to Zayn, then looked to Harry nervously. "So… Does everyone know that we're… Dating?" Niall asked looking down, his eyebrows furrowing, and looked back up to Harry.

"Yeah, we announced it a couple weeks ago," Harry said smiling proudly, his dimples deepening at the memory.

"I see… So now I have to pretend like we're together, when in my mind I just met you?" Niall asked quietly, squeezing his hands.

"I… Yes… We're not supposed to be overly affectionate, not that we are… Were to begin with," Harry sighed, leaning back in his seat, staring out the window with a frown.

"I'm sorry… That… That I don't remember you," Niall murmured. Zayn's arm wrapped around Niall's shoulders and gave him a reassuring squeeze, and Harry took notice.

"It's alright, if you fell in love with me once, you'll do it again," Harry smirked at Niall, kissing his temple before slipping the necklace out of his hand, "Can I help you with this?"

"Err… Yeah, if you don't mind," Niall smiled, his cheeks staying permanently red.

Niall turned so that his back was to Harry, Zayn making a face at Niall, making the boy laugh, and the tense air to diminish. Harry gently slipped the tight necklace around Niall's neck, and adjusted it so that it was facing the right way. Harry's finger's lingered along Niall's collar bone, his face leaning in to kiss him like he was used to, but Zayn had caught Harry's eyes, reminding him the situation they were in. Harry then pulled away and sat back in his seat. Slowly Niall followed suit, sitting between the older and younger males.

"Thank you," Niall said looking at Harry smiling brightly, fiddling with the necklace. Niall put his hat on, which Harry then knocked down to hid his face, making Niall laugh.

Zayn reached across Niall hitting the back of the boy's head, and while Harry was rubbing the back of his head, Zayn smacked his crotch, releasing a loud high-pitched screech. Paul turned around seeing Niall and Harry in a very disorganized state while Zayn was very put together as usual.

Niall pushed his hat back up and whispered in Harry's ear smirking. Harry nodded and finished massaging his aching crotch and settled back. Zayn's innocent smirk faded when the two younger males had collected themselves. The Bradford boy slowly raised his hands, and Niall jumped, rubbing his hands in Zayn's hair, Harry opted for tweaking Zayn's nipples and hitting him in the crotch for pay back.

The vans stopped in front of the apartment complex all the boy's lived in. The door was opened by Liam and began laughing at the sight of a very messy Zayn, and very innocent looking Niall and Harry.

"Looks like we're getting back to normal then, come on, lets get Niall settled in his flat," Liam said smiling at the three boys.

Zayn got out of the van grumbling angrily. He had stolen Niall's hat and put it on his head, hiding his bad hair from the fans that were now leaking into the parking lot. Niall jumped out of the van, Harry jumping on his back when he slipped out, making Niall groan out.

"You're too fat!" Niall whined.

"Harry get off of him! He just got out of the hospital," Liam reprimanded, helping Niall get Harry off of his back.

"I'll love you Haz!" Louis yelled jumping on Harry's back, hitting his legs making him run into the building.

Liam squeezed Niall's shoulder smiling down at him, ruffling his blond head. Niall looked up at Liam and smiled, patting the boy's back, letting him lead him into the complex leading him up stairs.

"So I have my own flat… Or do we all live together?" Niall asked.

"You, Zayn, and I have our own flats, Harry and Lou share one, they have the larger flat so that they can throw parties," Liam said smiling. He pulled out a group of keys, stopping at a door, unlocking it. "This is your flat. You don't have to sleep here tonight if you don't want to, you can stay with any of us."

"Alright… Where do you live?" Niall asked stepping into the flat looking around, then spotted the wax figurine on his balcony and ran towards it, smiling brightly. "Holy shit! Craic! No wonder I love you guys!" Niall laughed, as Liam came inside.

"I live upstairs, the same house number, just a hundred more. Zayn lives across the way in twelve, and Harry and Louis live in the pent house, so the top floor, if you need any of us. Here are your keys," Liam made a point of putting them in a bowl that Niall never put them in, generally loosing his keys.

Liam set the bag down in front of the table that held the bowl and nodded his head, saluting Niall. "Alright. We're all going to be up in Larry's house, so if you need anything we're all up there."

"Larry?" Niall questioned, his eyebrows furrowing again, he groaned mentally at how much he was going to have to learn, and how quickly he was going to have to learn it.

"Larry Stylenson… Erm… That's what Harry and Louis are called by their fans; if they were dating that's what you'd call them. So we call their flat the Larry flat," Liam attempted to explain.

"So… That means Harry and I have a name right?" Niall asked smiling curiously.

"Narry… Narry Storan… I guess," Liam shrugged, "Any who… I'm just going to let you scurry around, again. If you need anything, pent house!" With that, Liam waved and walked out the door leaving Niall to figure things out.

Niall grabbed the bag and slowly walked through the house, finding his bedroom, and smiled at how it looked like his bedroom at home. He looked around his room, smiling at all the guitars, and a couple ukuleles. He was living it up wasn't he? Niall opened the closet door, walk in of course, and looked at the different styled clothes, clothes for every occasion.

Really Niall knew he should be freaking out about the craziness of all of this, of how surreal this whole experience was. He just couldn't seem to find it in himself to wonder if it was real. Niall continued to wonder and found a stack of DVD's, a CD, and a book. On top was a note 'What you forgot. –Harry x'. So Niall put in the first stack of DVD's, the eighth season of X-Factor, his and the boy's season. Niall let it run as he picked up the CD smiling brightly at the front and put it in the CD player, sitting on the couch surrounding himself with supposed memories.