Beeping. That was the only thing I could hear together with something that sounds like Darth Vader's heavy breathing through his mask. Oddly specific, I know. I couldn't see anything yet the area a little above my abdomen felt like someone hit me with a sledgehammer and my head felt like it was repeatedly slammed into a wall. I slowly opened my eyes only to be met with a blinding white light.

"Y/n! Oh honey, you're awake!" My mother's voice exclaimed from beside me.

It took a while for my eyes to adjust but when it did, I was met with white walls, machines placed beside me, and tubes stuck into my arm. I tried to sit up but then winced at the excruciating pain the sudden movement. Mom ran over to my side and made me lie back down, adjusting the bed instead.

"Mommy, what happened?" I asked, cringing at how hoarse my voice is.

"Your car got hit by a drunk driver when you were on your way home. Thank God it wasn't too bad. You got away with a broken rib and a mild concussion. Although, you were out for a couple of days." She explained, pouring water into an empty glass from the table and handing it over to me.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. I was just so worried about you and my heart dropped when I received a call from the hospital saying that you got into an accident. Why do you ask?"

"You weren't in the car with me?"

"You and y/bff/n went to a concert, remember? And you're perfectly capable of driving on your own."

"I can drive?! What year is it?! How old am I?!"

"It's 2018. What's going on, y/n? You're scaring me, honey."

"I'm eighteen?! The last thing i remember was being thirteen! Mom, I can't remember anything other than the first day of eight grade!"

I started to panic. What is going on? How am I already 18 when the last thing I remember was going to my eight grade class supposedly five years ago?! Mom rushed to the wall beside me, pressing a red button before calling for a doctor. A minute or so later, a woman in a white lab coat came in and asked what the problem was. My mother told her everything, how I woke up not remembering anything from the past five years.

"It might be because of the impact of her head against the headrest before being thrown forward by the force. You would have to look after her for the next few weeks until she starts to remember. The amnesia is only temporary." The doctor explained.

Everything was overwhelming, if I were to be honest. Waking up in pain, finding out you were in an accident, and then discovering that you lost some of your memories. I'm lucky I even remember the first thirteen years of my life. But none of it would sink into my mind.

The next few days were horrible. I could finally go home except I need to take pills after pills after pills just to lessen the pain and heal my broken rib. Y/bff/n visited me every time she could, helping me gain some of my memories back through stories and pictures of us together. Every time she tells me something stupid we did back then, there would be blurry movie like scenes playing in my mind. According to the therapist the doctors have arranged for me to meet every other day, it meant I was getting part of my memory back.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard someone knock at the front door. I turned my neck, looking down through the window to see a tall, brown haired boy standing outside in the snow with a bouquet of peach and red roses in hand. Mother opened the door and let him in after giving him a brief hug. I slowly stood up and walked to the railing of the stairs, overlooking the living room. I crouched down so none of them would suspect that I was listening to them.

"Shawn, what are you doing here? I haven't seen you in years! Look at you! You've grown up well!" I heard mom say, making the boy chuckle.

"Thanks Mrs. Y/last/n. I'm actually here to see y/n. Is she around?" He asked.

How does he know me?

"Oh dear, no one told you? I'm sorry to tell you this but... She got into an accident last week. She got hit by a drunk driver on the way home after a concert and apparently, she hit her head too hard and she lost her memory. She doesn't remember you or anything that happened after her first day of Freshman year."

"Sh-she what?"

The shock and heartbreak in his tone was evident. I couldn't imagine the expression on his handsome face and for some reason, the thought of this stranger– whom I once knew before the stupid amnesia– feeling hurt made my heart ache.

"Can I at least see her? Maybe try to make her remember me?" He asked, his voice cracking a little at the end.

"I guess it could help her out a bit. She has been frustrated over her lack of memories."

"Thank you."

Footsteps started making their way up the stairs, the sound of padded feet hitting the wooden boards getting nearer by the second. I tried to rush to my room but abruptly standing up caused a piercing pain in my side. I winced and leaned against the wall, holding the aching area gently as a few tears escaped my eyes.

"Oh shit, y/n are you okay?" The guy– whom according to what I heard was named Shawn– asked, rushing to over to me.

"Yeah, yeah. I just moved a little too fast." I said, biting my lip until the pain subsided.

"Were you... Were you eavesdropping?"

"No. I merely went out of my room and heard you coming up the stairs."

"I know when you're lying, y/n. I mean, I was your best friend back in highschool."

"You were?"

"Yes, I was. We met during chemistry class the day after classes officially started."

An image of me sitting at the table with a familiar brunette came into mind. We were talking about everything and anything as we did our tasks. One of them caused us getting in trouble since we mixed the wrong substance with one of the chemicals, causing the test tube to explode on our area.

"Well, maybe I was curious since I saw you outside my window."

"Curiosity killed the cat, you know."

"Good thing we don't have one."

"Still the same y/n." He chuckled, helping me walk over to the bed. "Nice to know that your amnesia didn't take that away."

"Who are you, anyway?" I asked even though I already knew his name.

"My name's Shawn Mendes. I was your best friend in highschool and maybe a little more than."

He muttered the last part yet I still heard it. I was confused but I didn't show it. The rest of the day, he told me stories about our memories together. He even grabbed my phone and showed me our pictures. Days turned to weeks and I was slowly getting my memories back especially with the help of Shawn. And I hate to admit it but I think I have fallen for him. Just the mere thought of him could make my heart feel as if it were running a marathon.

"Hey y/n." Shawn said, entering my room with a bouquet of roses, the same colors as the one he was holding when he first arrived except this time, there was a new addition to it.

"Hey Shawn." I greeted, smiling at him.

"How's your rib?"

"Not as painful as last week. It's already healing, I guess."

"I got you these. Thought it would cheer you up."

"Thanks. Why red, peach, and yellow with red tips though?"

"I... Um... Every color has its meaning. It's something you once told me. Peach means sincerity, red means love, beauty, and courage, and yellow with red tips means taking in love. I was supposed to give you one like this but then I found out about your amnesia and all. I just... Didn't want to put the pressure of having to remember me on you since I made a mistake of forgetting you before."

"You what?"

"We weren't just friends, y/n. You were my other half, my everything. And when I got discovered, it was hard to keep in touch with you to the point that I unwillingly forgot about you. The day I went here, I was supposed to apologize. And I still do, especially since if I didn't forget you, you wouldn't even be in this situation."

"Shawn..."

Tears silently streamed down his face, making my chest feel tight and heavy. I walked to him and placed a hand on his cheek, wiping his wet cheeks as he leaned into my touch. I wrapped my arms around his torso, pulling him into a hug which he gladly returned, crying into my hair. I moved away a little, just enough to look at him once more before leaning up and placing my lips on his. He pulled me closer to him, deepening the kiss as he ran his hand through my hair.

Everything just feels right at the moment. And as I closed my eyes, I started to remember. All the kisses we had shared, the hugs, all those nights of watching a movie and cuddling... Even what happened during his meet and greet but I don't blame him for that. All I could think about is him.

"I love you, Shawn. It wasn't your fault. None of this is your fault. Yes, you made a mistake but you're helping me remember. And I remember you." I whispered against his lips.

"I love you too and I will never stop loving you."

I may not remember a whole lot but having him is enough for me.

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A/N: Sorry if this is shirt. I didn't know how to end it.

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