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?


43. Whispers in a Theater



My phone went off with the ring tone of A Thousand Years. Kenzie.

I answered immediately.


“Harry?” she was coughing and crying.

“whats wrong love?”

“Louis… he,” she began to sob again. “I didn’t know who else to,” she coughed again, “c-c-call.” She sputtered.

“Its alright love. Slow down, whats going on?”

“He… he’s…. come home. I need you. Please.”

“Okay ill be there in a few minutes. Its okay. Breath.”

She sniffled in response and hung up.

Lou… what had happened to him? Kenz called me, not savanah. Something was seriously wrong. I snatched my keys off the piano in the abandoned theater, sighed, pulled off my fedora, pushed my hair back off of my forehead and placed my hat back on and began to walk out.

“Harry!” a familiar voice rang out.

I looked around, searching for the source of the voice.

“Whos there?”

“Harry.” Was whispered into my ear. I spun around to find no one behind me.

“Whos there?” I yelled, more frantically.

A laugh went off from the middle of the theater, Louis laugh.

I sighed. Relieved. “Okay Lou. Come out. Not funny.”

“Take care of her harry.”

“Who? Lou cmon. You had your fun, lets go. Ill give you a ride to mor mors.”

“Kenzie. Shes your angel harry. Don’t hurt her. Tell her I said goodbye and its not her fault.”

“Lou come out. Lets go.”

It then hit me that I had never told anyone about my theater. My secret abandoned theater I found about 3 years ago. My stomach sank as I realized Louis wasn’t really here.

I dropped my keys and fell to ground. I felt the color drain from my face. A cold hand began to stroke my lower back like he always used to. I turned again to look, and as I did, the stroking stopped and there was no one there. I felt tears begin to slip down my face as I realized what had happened.

I slid into my car and threw my hat to the passenger side and ran my fingers through my hair. I slammed my hand on the steering wheel and set my head down on it. “Shit.”

I sighed, sat up and started the car and started back to mor mors.

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