Constant | Louis Tomlinson

[ COMPLETED ] ** CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING DUE TO AMATEUR WRITING AND MISTAKES ** ||||| Tarin was a typical girl. She was enjoying her last year of high school, with her few close friends. She had never thought much about boys, she focused on her academics. With graduation only two months away, and university starting in four months, she had all her focus on her future career, that was until she met this boy. This boy who was like no other. This boy who would steal her heart. This boy who would change her life forever. ||||| Warning: There are scenes of sexual content, foul language, self-harm, drug use, underage alcohol use, and violence in this fan fiction. ||||| Louis Tomlinson ||||| Also can be found on wattpad, where I follow back

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ZAYN

It had been a day of visits. First Caycia and Louis in the morning, and then the doctors and nurses several times a day. My mom and dad had shown up sometime during the day with my sisters although I really wasn't sure when because they still have me on the morphine. Liam, Niall, Harry, and Penny had all shown up together at some point. Liam was pushing Niall in a wheelchair, and I was glad that he was still okay.

Throughout the rest of the day I had several other visitors, cousins, the musicians of the band, management, bodyguards and everybody else. I really didn't and couldn't remember everyone who had shown up. My brain was too slow to keep up with everything going on. The morphine was severely impairing my focus.

I was happy to see everyone but it really had drained me. I didn't have enough energy to even eat anymore. My room was filled with balloons, flowers and cards. Some people had even brought chocolates or other types of food. Everything in the room though thoughtful, was overwhelming me. I found myself wanting to sleep more than normal.

Even though I felt tired, I wasn't able to sleep. My mind continually wandered. I kept trying my best to think of what had happened during the last few days. It seemed as though my mind had been a blank slate of the last week. The last I remember I was wrapped up with Caycia at home, after just watching a movie and making love. I couldn't remember what I did yesterday; I couldn't remember getting in the car before the accident. However, I did remember the first flip of the car before blacking out.

There were holes in my memory and it was frustrating the hell out of me. I always had a good memory. That was one of the things I was strong at. I was always good with remembering things, and so not being able to remember what I did yesterday was really stressing me out.

My phone began to ring beside my bed and I reached over, looking at the name written across the screen: Phill. Who was Phill?

I picked it up anyway, "hello?"

"Zayn!" A man with an American accent answered. "I got that information you asked for."

"What? Who is this?" I was confused.

"Don't play games with me! Is she with you? Is that why you're pretending not to know me?"

"I don't know who you are. Why are you calling me?"

"Okay, she's with you. I will call you later with that information." He said to me.

"What information? What are you talking about? Who are you talking about? I'm alone in a hospital room."

"Hospital? Do you really not remember me?" His voice was unfamiliar to me.

"I was in an accident yesterday. They say I might have some memory difficulties. I'm sorry, can you tell me who you are?" I was feeling concerned and even more stressed with this unknown and unfamiliar caller.

"I'm sorry. I'm glad you're okay." He paused a moment. "Well my name is Phill Masterson, and you hired me to look up a girl named Caycia, Caycia Clemons. You wanted me to look for her family, here in America. Do you remember any of this?"

"No I don't remember hiring you. But Caycia's my girlfriend, she lives with me." I stated.

The sound of him adjusting papers filled the phone. "Well it seems as though she hasn't had connection with her family since moving. Her father Damon and her mother Clara are still living in Caycia's childhood home. However, Caycia has a younger brother, and his name is Sean. I'm not entirely sure where Sean is, I've had trouble tracking him down. I've heard rumors that he either is in Canada or somewhere in the Western part of Europe. Apparently he's travelling the world, so we're not entirely sure where he went. I'm sorry about that."

"W-Why are you telling me all of this?" I asked, rubbing my temples.

"I'm just doing my job. And this is what you hired me for."

"I don't understand."

"I'm sorry Zayn, like I said, I'm just doing my job. And that's all I have for you, goodnight, I hope you get better soon."

I stuttered into the phone, unsure of what to say.

"Oh, one more thing. I almost forgot." He sighed into the phone before adjusting more papers.

I waited patiently for him to speak. "I had one hell of a time searching up her family because Caycia changed her name about a year ago. She was born as Tarin Clemons. I don't know if that helps but that's everything I've got."

"I-" I was unsure of what to say.

"Goodnight Zayn." With that, he hung up the phone.

My heart began to race, and I was unsure of what to think. Tarin? Caycia's name was once Tarin? She didn't talk to her family anymore? Well I knew that. I was gripping the bed sheets, and my chest was rising and falling quickly. Why was I getting so worked up over this?

"Zayn? Are you okay?" The doctor standing in the doorway interrupted me. I simply looked at him, eyes wide. "You're having a panic attack, you need to calm down. Whatever is stressing you out, think of something else."

It was then I noticed my heart rate monitor was beeping rapidly and out of control. I began feeling dizzy, and sweat was rolling off in beads everywhere. I was gasping and the air couldn't fill my lungs fast enough.

The blackness swallowed me up quickly.

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