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?


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The paramedics arrived soon. But not soon enough.  They had to pry me off of Lou. I was performing CPR, pushing on his chest as hard as I could, trying to create air flow. Every 30 pushes, I put my mouth on his, and pushed air into him from me. The paramedics pushed me away but allowed me to help.  I had his hand in mine, in an iron grip. I had my other hand behind his neck, supporting his head as they worked on him. They put a pump into his stomach immidiatly. They lifted him into a gurney and pushed him to the ambulance.  I ran right behind and jumped into the vehicle and stood next to him as we began driving. They were pumping his stomach and they had tubes in his nose to aid him in breathing, but it wasn't working. I looked down at the peaceful  boy. He looked so relaxed. So... Happy. I thought it might be for the best, but I know for a fact that this didn't  have to happen.  I looked down at his chest, bruised from me pushing so hard, trying to save him. His lips were slowly fading from his usual bright pink to a washed out purple. I'm losing him.  "Isn't there anything you can do?!" I yelled at th paramedics. They bowed their heads and slowly looked up with pain in their eyes. One stood up and took my hand off of Louis, and placed it in between the two of his. "We are genuinely sorry. There's nothing more we can do. " he started to stroke my fingers with his thumb to try and comfort me but it was no use.  My breaths stopped coming easily. I started gasping and sputtering. Sobs wracked through my body. I could feel my soul and my heart shattering. Ill never see his eyes again, his beautiful striking blue eyes. Ill never feel his hug, stroking my lower back with his thumb. Hear his perfect voice, singing me songs, changing the lyrics to match the situation. Him scaring me to death, hiding in dark corners to jump out, crouching under tables to grab my ankles, even squeezing in the fridge to burst out and grab me. Ill never hear his laughter. Ill never ever ever get to talk to him ever again.  My angel, My laughter, he's gone. 
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