Over Again

Makenzie and Savanah go on a trip to visit her grandmother for a while, but while in the airport they run into 5 boys, Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn. The boys know them, however the girls have no clue who they are.
It turns out Kenz and Van got into a car accident that wiped out their memories. But how do the boys know them? And why are they so kind to them?


3. Harry's Wedding


We arrived at Mor Mor’s house. The boys all raced to the door.

Liam got there first.

“MOR MOR! Missed you!” he hugged her; “I’ll make supper!” he threw his bags in the corner of the living room and ran to the fridge to begin cooking.

Louis got there next.

“Hey Mor Mor! How ya been?” He gave her a tight hug.

Zayn was third.

“MOR MOR! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOD!” He attacked her with a huge hug and didn’t let her go until Niall pried him off.

Niall smiled at Mor Mor and gave her a hug. “Hey Mor Mor! How ya been livin’?”

Harry walked in slowly, and looked up sadly at Mor Mor. “Hey Mor Mor.”

“Hey baby.” Mor Mor replied in her thick Swedish accent. Mor Mor pulled Harry in for a consoling hug.

Savanah and I walked in the kitchen to catch the last bit of Harry and Mor Mor’s conversation.

“So when’s the wedding?” Mor Mor asked Harry.

“She doesn’t even remember me Mor Mor.”

I was curious so I asked, “Whose wedding?”

Harry snapped his head in my direction. His eyes clouded over and he hung his head. “Never mind,” He mumbled. He walked slowly out of the kitchen and went outside.

Mor Mor went out to talk to Harry and I walked over to the stove where Liam was frantically cooking spaghetti.

“Need any help there, Liam?”

He spun around, shocked at the sound of my voice. He gasped and stuttered. “Oh… ah… ah yeah… yeah! Thanks Makie-doodle.” He smiled awkwardly.

“Sure thing… how did you know my nickname?” I asked, “… oh... right. I uh… forgot.” I mumbled quietly to myself.

Liam looked down at the sauce and smiled.  He stirred it gently and stopped abruptly. He tossed the wooden spoon aside and turned to me. He walked toward me and grabbed my shoulders. I gasped. “Liam what are you-” and before I could finish my sentence Liam kissed me. It was soft but passionate. As if he was pouring his soul into it, knowing he could never kiss me again.

He pulled away from the kiss and smiled at me. Then as if suddenly realizing what he had done, his eyes widened and he apologized; “Oh my god kenz, I’m so sorry, you’re probably so confused already and-”

“Liam shh.” I tried to get him to stop the rambling. It didn’t work.

“And I know that you’re so hurt right now. And you have barely any clue who we are and-”

“Liam! It’s okay.”

“You just wanted to visit Mor Mor, and have a good time and not have to worry about anything, and I’ve totally ruined that all and-”

“Liam! Shut up!” He stopped his rambling and looked into my eyes and down to my lips.

“Sorry… I just feel bad… I shouldn’t have done that… I’m sorry.”

We hadn’t been paying attention to the door, so little did we know that Niall had walked in. I glanced over towards the door and there was Niall with a plate full of crackers and Sumer Sausage. His mouth was open and the food came falling out of his mouth.


“Niall I’m sorry! I know I shouldn’t have done that, I don’t know what came over me… I just… I don’t know!” Liam defended.

“You know what… I didn’t see anything.” Niall said quickly and backed out of the room. Liam sighed and looked back to me. Mor Mor walked into the room scoffing. “Harry is ridiculously hard to talk to. Go talk to him will you min lilla flicka?”

My little girl… I loved it when she called me that.

“What could I possibly say? I’ll just make him feel worse…” I protested.

“Makenzie. As much as this is going to scare you, he loves you, and he has from the moment he’s met you. Nobody makes him happier than you. Go.”

 “I… yes Mor Mor.” I decided to give up that argument with Mor Mor. It just wasn’t worth it. But was she serious? Did Harry really love me? I just didn’t know what to believe anymore.

I walked outside to Mor Mors porch area. There were 7 chairs around a large glass table, next to the table a mini fridge filled with wine and spirits. 

I sat next to Harry. I tried to talk to him, but I had absolutely no idea what to say. “Whats wrong? Why are you-”

“You don’t remember me.” He said bluntly.

“Were we…. Engaged? Was that us you were talking about?”

“You….” He paused, “Yes.”

“How long were we engaged for?”

“Thirteen hours. And then… the truck hit you two… and you were in a coma for 2 years. Do you remember anything? At all?”

“Well no… nothing is really clicking.”

“Do you remember how we met?” he asked me with a smirk.

I raised my eyebrow, “I take it it’s a good story?”

“Quite a funny one if you ask me.”

“Well do share Mr. Styles.” I laughed.

“You used to call me that all the time, to embarrass me.”

“How did that embarrass you?” I laughed at his ridiculous remark.

“Well…  I really liked it when you called me that. Really. Liked. It. And you would always… you know… that’s a different story for a later time.” Harry chuckled awkwardly and quickly changed the subject back to when we met. “So you were at one of our concerts, in the first row, 17th seat. I thought you were gorgeous, stunning, and I really wanted to talk to you. So I walked over to Paul, our bodyguard, who was standing in front of the stage, to go grab you and take you backstage. He didn’t really give you a reason for taking you, so you panicked and thought that you were in huge trouble for something.  When I walked in the room you were sobbing. Your makeup was ruined and you were sniffing like crazy,” He paused to chuckle, “And as soon as you noticed I was in the room you instantly apologized, wiping your face and apologizing for being such a ‘gross’ crier.  I told you that you were an adorable crier and that you shouldn’t worry about it. I wiped off your tears with my hankie and I told you that I couldn’t let a pretty little gem like you go. We talked for hours. The boys had left with your friend, Van, and we exchanged numbers. We had a few Starbucks dates and… the rest was history.” Harry sighed, he was smiling, remembering the old me. He looked up at me.

My face was pained and I could see that he could tell.

“Anything?” he asked.

“No… not one little detail sounds familiar…” I responded, “Harry I’m sorry.”

“Forget it. It’s fine.” He stood up, kissed my cheek and walked inside. He tapped Liam on the shoulder and took him into the dining room to chat.

I decided to keep an eye on the spaghetti. So I walked inside to man the oven.

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