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?


38. Wrong.


Makenzie’s face went blank. She stared at the wall. I stopped shoving Liam and slowly walked towards her.  She didn’t even acknowledge my movements. The sun was getting in my eyes from the window so I raised my arm up to block the bright, blinding light. She snapped out of it suddenly, looked up and me, shrieked, blocked herself with her arms, and scooted as far as possible from me.

“What’s happened?” I asked her.

“You bastard.”

“I what?”

“You were going to hit me, you did hit me. I remember.”

Everyone in the room gasped.

“Kenz I never did that. I-” she cut me off.

“You were slobbering drunk and you hit me because I was leaving you.”

“What? I never ever did that kenz.”

The whole room was silent. Staring at us.

“Come, come. Leave them.” Mor Mor shooed everyone out of the room.

Everyone was staring as they left the room, gaping.

“Kenz I honestly have never ever hit you.”

“Not that you can remember. You were bladdered.”

“No. I’ve never-” I paused, thinking. Have I? I was a complete ass before, and a bit of an alcoholic. No. I could never ever hurt her. Not like that. Not on purpose, “Do you really remember me hitting you?” my eyes watered up.

“Well it stopped right before you swung.”

“I was going to punch you?” My voice quieted to a whisper, cracking on the last two words.

“You unrolled your hand to a slapping position.”

“I… I just don’t think I would ever do that to you… sober or not.”

“Look curls, you-” she paused as I leaned in and grabbed her hand, beginning to stroke it with my thumb. She cleared her throat, “need to back up.” She pulled her hand back slowly, and folded her hands in her lap.

“Do I frighten you?”

“A little, yes.”

“Im sorry…” I leaned in to stroke her face with my thumb like I used to, but she closed her eyes and turned her head away. I pulled my fingers back into my hand and placed my arms behind my back. “Does this make you feel more comfortable?”

She looked at me and giggled. “You look like you have no limbs.”

“Well if that’s what you’re into…” She laughed, a chorus of angels. How I’ve missed being the reason for her laughter.

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