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My Big Fat Magic Wedding

James is in love with his muggle girlfriend Lily. In fact, he is so in love that he wants to marry her. The only problem? His big, loud, exuberant, wizard family. Still he and Lily trust each other, and experiencing new cultures is always interesting? Honestly, they're probably just gonna have to make this all up as they go along. What's the worst that could happen?

Inspiration: My Big Fat Greek Wedding

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“Imagine being able to make Thorin laugh no matter how serious he’s acting.”

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Preference #11- You get in a bad car crash (Part- 5) Your P.O.V.

Harry-  I woke up to the sound of soft humming.  It was a sad tune, but I didn't recognize it.  I turned to my right--where the humming was coming from--to see Harry, sitting in a chair and facing out the window.

"Hey, HarrBear."  I weakly said, using the nickname I had given him a few months ago.

His head snapped so fast to look at me, I thought he would get whiplash.  "You're awake."  He whispered before rushing to my side.  He wrapped me in a tight hug.  I tried to hide a small wince of pain, but he noticed.  "Oh God, I'm sorry, Y/N.  The doctor said you had some bruised ribs, but I forgot."

"It's fine, Harry.  I'm fine."  I said with a smile which he returned.  I don't think I've ever been happier to see that smile.  I grabbed him and squeezed him even though it hurt.  I couldn't care less about the pain, I was back with my HarrBear.

A doctor knocked at the door and I reluctantly let go of Harry.  "Glad to see you're awake Miss Y/L/N."  The look on his face showed sympathy, like when someone has bad news.

"Is there anything you need, doctor?"  Harry asked, wanting to finish our 'reunion'. I don't think he's noticed the look on the doctor's face.

"Yes.  Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Styles.  I'm afraid I have some...difficult news."  Harry gripped my hand and I held onto his tightly, bracing ourselves for whatever the doctor might say.  He took a deep breath.  "Miss Y/L/N, I'm afraid you've lost the baby."....

Liam-  A nurse gently shook my arm.  I opened my eyes.  "Hello, Y/N.  Excellent news!  We've found you a blood match."

"Really?"  I was wide awake now.

"Yes, and, if you don't mind, they'd like to stop in and say hello."  I nodded my head to let her know she could bring them in.  "Let me just put the IV in for the transfusion "  She poked a needle on my arm and found the vein.  "All right!  I'll be right back."

I waited for the nurse to come back.  I looked down at my broken and bruised body.  They had explained to me what had happened the first time I woke up.  A broken leg, a fractured wrist, mild concussion  a removed kidney, and lots of blood loss.  I got lucky it wasn't worse.

'Where's Liam?'  I had asked.

The nurse looked up from her chart.  I knew she knew who he was, he was one of my emergency contacts.  'He's busy.'  Was all she replied before leaving the room.

The sound of the door opening brought me back to reality.  The nurse walked in.  To my surprise, the person following her was none other than my boyfriend, a huge smile on his face....

Louis-  Beep.  Beep.  Beep.  Beep.

God, that noise was annoying.  I reached out my arm to try and hit what I thought was my alarm going off.  A fiery pain shot through my shoulder.  I groaned.

"You know, Y/N, most people who have recently dislocated their shoulder don't try to hit their heart monitors."

I peaked open one eye to see Louis standing over me.  I opened my other eye and took in his relieved, but smiling, face.  "Good to see you too, Lou."  I said, sitting up slightly while trying to ignore the protest of my body.

Louis saw what I was doing and propped a pillow up behind my back.  "Thanks, Louis."

"I really am glad to see you awake.  It's been a hell of a few days without you."  I tried to ask how long I had been out, but he interrupted me, knowing what I would ask.  "They put you one some pretty heavy pain meds, you've been out for about three days."  A sad smile appeared on his beautiful lips.

"Wow.  That's a long time."

"Tell me about it."  A grin made its way to his face.  "You did wake up one other time, but you were so confused you thought I was Barney the dinosaur."  I let out a laugh at the thought of every mistaking Louis for a purple dinosaur.

"I've missed you, Y/N."  He said, all kidding out of his voice.

"I missed you too, Louis."  I reached up my good arm, out my hand on the back of his neck, and brought him down for a slow and passionate kiss....

Niall-  Close the door, Throw the key, Don't wanna be reminded, Don't wanna be seen, Don't wanna be without you, My judgement is clouded, Like tonight's sky.

The words broke off, but Niall continued to strum his guitar.

I've been stuck in this horrible state of consciousness for a long time.  It's awful.  Everyday, Niall comes in and talks to me.  Sometimes he'll sing, but the songs are always so sad and filled with pain.  He never finishes this song.

I lay here, everyday.  Listening to his beautiful voice, but unable to move or speak.  Everyday I hear the pain in his voice.  I try so hard; I just want to comfort him and it's killing me to know I'm the cause of the pain he feels.

The guitar stops and Niall clears his throat.  "It's been over two months.  Everyday, I-I come here, talk to you, sing to you.  The nurses and doctors, they always give me this pitying look."   His voice breaks off and he lets out a shaky breath.  I can imagine him running his fingers through his hair.

He continues.  "The doctors, they seem to have- to have given up on you.  A lost cause, they say.  But I'll never give up on you, Y/N.  I'll come until the day I die if that's what it takes to be with you."

I can't take this.  The pain in his voice is too unbearable.  I need him to know I'm here, that I hear him.  I use all my strength trying to get something, anything, to move.  I feel Niall gently grabbed my hand and know something must be going right.   I haven't felt him in the two months I've been here.

I fight against the great weight of the blackness surrounding me in this state.  It's not much, but I finally manage a small, barely perceptible squeeze of his hand....

Zayn-  I finally get to go home today.  I'm so happy, I've been in here for a month.

The boy that was here when I woke up, Zayn, has been visiting everyday.  He stopped trying to pressure me into remembering he was my boyfriend and we've actually become good friends.  He's even driving me home today.

It's strange, but in the last month I've developed feelings for him.  They seem familiar, but I don't know where from.

There's a knock at the door.  Zayn steps in.  "Almost ready?"  he asks.

"I've been ready for weeks."  I say, glad to get out of this hospital.

"You've never really liked hospitals."  he replies with a grin on his face.  It's strange to think he knows so much about me even though I know he knew me before I lost my memory.

He grabs my stuff to which I protest.

"Y/N, it's okay.  I can take it."  He leads me past the desk of nurses.

"Bye, Y/N!"  The nurse, Meredith, who had been with me since my arrival calls.

"Good-bye, Meredith!"  I call back.  Zayn leads me down to his car.  He puts my things in the back.  We sit in comfortable silence the entire way to my flat.

He pulls up, grabs my things, and heads to the door.

*****

Later that night, Zayn has left and I prepare myself for bed.  The doctors say my memories may come back at anytime and I'm glad to still remember where my things are around the flat.

I lay down in bed, slowly drifting off to sleep.  Then it hits me.  Like a tidal wave, memories wash over me in chunks.  It's hard to put them together and I don't understand most of them.  I have a splitting headache.

Most of the memories involve Zayn.  Happy times, fights, romantic things.  It's all so overwhelming.  Then the memory of the crash.  It's so intense I start to sob uncontrollably.

I grab my phone from the side table by my bed and call the first person I can think of.  Zayn.

"Hello?"  he answers on the other end.

I try to say things in between sobs, but he can't make out what I'm saying.

"Y/N, calm down, I can't understand you."

"I-I re-remember."....

A/N:  Finally updated!  I hope you guys enjoy it and feedback would be greatly appreciated.  I think the next part will be the last so please message me ideas!  Thanks

~LindseyXx