Drugged (h.s. Story)

I stared at the emerald eyed boy who told me I had fell into a coma, and shouldn't remember a thing. I was to scared to correct him, and tell him I didn't forget a thing. His breath was hot on my neck, heavy. "I'm so glad your back, and safe." Back? I'm not staying here. I have a family, a boyfriend, my whole life, and now it's suddenly vanished, right infront of me. I just nodded at him, not wanting to make him angry. He seemed concerned, worried. He should be, he ruined my life, and he thinks I don't remember? What kind of lunatic is he?

This lunatic is the man who ruined my life, and his name is, Harry Styles.

*Contains swearing and sexual content*
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