16. A Story From My Childhood
He looks at me, "Yeah?"
I sit on the couch, "It was decided I'd tell you what happened yesterday. So come sit," I pat the spot next to me.
He actually gets up and sits by me. "I'd love to hear what I missed."
As I recap on the getting-to-know-each-other-game; Zayn sits there. Listening intently. Nodding here and there, and smiling every once in a while. "And that's all you missed."
"Cool. Is there any chili left?"
"Yeah. You can warm it up for dinner tonight."
"Man, Rosie, you have an amazing memory," Niall says.
"Sure. My mom calls it a special talent. I can remember almost everything since I was three."
"Awesome," Liam says.
"Tell us a story of when you were young," Harry says.
"Okay. When I was..." I take a few seconds to think of a story. "Five, more like five and a half, Louis was teaching me how to ride a bike. He pushed started me, but after a few meters, I fell. Getting a few scraps. Lou comes running. I'm crying, he starts crying. I think he cried more than me that day. Anyways, he keeps saying he's sorry. After we both calm down, he walks the bike home, and I limp-walk home. Then he bandages me up."
"You're such a nice brother, Louis," Liam says.
"Yeah," Louis responds.