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?


18. Story behind Sparky

I finished packing Harry’s bag and zipped it up. It was 10:10, we were late for our own party of 2.

“So … the staff…” harry mumbled on our way to the door.

I laughed, “They leave as soon as we get situated and they come back around noon tomorrow.”

“Excellent.” Harry whispered maniacally.

We walked toward the front door and I handed harry our bag. I ran into Mor Mors room and gave her a quick peck on the cheek and a huge hug. Harry thudded in the room and lifted me aside by the hips.

“Love you Mor Mor!” Harry yelled, hugging her tightly.

“Love you too baby! Don’t have too much fun kiddos.” Mor Mor laughed.

We ran through the house saying goodbyes, I avoided Liam, and Harry and I walked out of the house hand in hand. There was a limo.

“Harry!” I exclaimed, “I thought we agreed on taking a cab!” He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled into my neck.


I was beaming. I squirmed out of his grasp, spun to face him, and threw my arms around him.

“I’m so excited!” I squealed.

“You’re like a giddy teenage girl!”

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!” I kissed him quickly and ran to the limo, flung open the door and crawled in on all fours.

Louis shouted from the yard; “Nice arse, Kenz!”

I turned, pointed, winked and blew a kiss. Lou pretended to faint and fell back into Liam’s arms.

Harry slid in beside me, grabbed a champagne bottle and popped it open. He smiled at me with his adorable dimples as he poured our drinks into tall skinny glasses.

This reminded me… “Hey harry?”

“Hm?” He was gazing at me, cross-legged, sipping his drink.

“Remember when you left that note on the champagne in my limo?”

“Sort of… why?”

“Why did you call me sparky?”

He choked on his champagne. He caught his breath and erupted into laughter. “Well…” He said in between giggle fits, “You’ve quite earned it.”

I furrowed my brow and glared curiously at him.

“Care to explain?” I asked, pleading with my eyes.

He chuckled softly, “Well it started when you put a Chinese takeout box in the microwave.” He explained.

“Yeah, so?”

He laughed, “Those have metal handles love! It sparked and caught on fire!”

“Oh! Well then…” I began to blush from my pure stupidity.

“That’s not all,” He interrupted, “There was that one time you were putting up fairy lights in my flat for Christmas and you overloaded my outlet! It sparked and shocked the crap out of me!” He continued laughing as my blush darkened. He smiled and kissed my cheeks. “You also blew up a popcorn tin on the oven, but hey! You’re still cute!” He laughed and kissed me.

“You just think you’re so damn funny!” I objected.

“Darling, I know I’m so damn funny,” He kissed my neck and sat back, grabbing his drink, “and here’s to the most perfect night, shared with the perfect girl.” He held his glass up to mine and they made a light clink.

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