Fading Memories (Sequel to They're Gay)

It's been almost a whole year since Harry left. The band had split. It's been out of control.
Louis doesn't care about anything anymore. Fans are going insane. Harry is starving himself. The band broke up. Ed tries helping out, but it's NO use.
Louis is too stubborn to realize that the world is crumbling under his own two feet!

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25. Fading Memories Chapter Twenty Five

 

Louis' POV:

"Amy?" I call out. 

"In the kitchen," she calls back. 

I walk to her kitchen to see her rinsing grapes off and placing them in a large bowl. 

"Back so soon?" She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows. 

"Don't flatter yourself!" I roll my eyes. 

"So, what's up?" She chirped while scratching her itch away on her nose with her wrist. 

"I've made a decision." I sigh. 

"And that is. . . . ?" She asked anxiously. 

"I am done with our dirty deed. I think I really need to go back to Harry. I'm done fucking him over. I love him all way too much to be getting a divorce with him. What we had was just wrong. Completely wrong." I sigh. 

"Yeah. I know." She goes back to washing off grapes. 

"Don't take it personally, Am!" I grasp her shoulder. 

"I'm not. I'm just tired. That's all," she weakly smiled. 

"Okay. Thanks for understanding! You're such a babe!" I kiss her cheek and run out the door. 

Dinner needs to be set on the table in half an hour, Brooklyn is probably home, Toby is probably awake and crying, and I need to get my paper work done for work. So much to do in little bit of time. If there were only more hours in the day! 

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Shaun's POV:

I'm awoken by my phone shrieking at me to pick it up. Most of the shrieking being done by the band I set as the ringtone. I should probably change it. Depends on who the caller is. 

It's... Six fifty. Who is calling so damn early?

Brooklyn. 

"Hello?" I say into the phone. 

"Hey, Shaun. Can you pick me up?One of my tires are flat." She asked through the line. 

"What about your dads?" I groan. 

"Louis is at work and well.. Harry never wakes up before eight unless its the first day of school or Toby is crying." She huffs. 

"Well it's the second day of school. Tell him to get his ass up and drive you," I tease. "I will be there around seven forty-five."

"Alright," she winces. 

I hang up and I know she cringed when I said seven forty-five. She is usually already at school by then. Fuck, she's probably already gone to her locker, stopped by the bathroom 
to check her hair, and in class by seven forty-five. But oh well she'll have to suck it up, walk, or skip school for today. 

I'd never make or let her walk, she'd never miss a day of school unless its family related, so she will have to suck it up. I'm normally not up until seven twenty so she's lucky I'm up now, ready to take a shower, and ahead on schedule. I probably will arrive at her house before seven forty-five just because I know how early she needs to be. And because I'm a good boyfriend!

I step out of the shower and tie the towel around my waist and walk back to my bathroom. 

"Hun, I think there is an intruder. Someone's up at seven in the morning!" My mom jokes. 

"Ha-ha," I groan. "I'm picking Brook up today so I'm up early."

"Did she call? Because I heard that nasty music of yours for a few seconds!" My mother called. 

"Yes mother. That was my phone ringing. I'm going to change it today." I sigh and close the door to get dressed. 

I take out Levi jeans, red and blue plaid flannel shirt, and black Vans. Simple. I slip it all on and grab my books and throw em into my sports bag and head downstairs and grab a pop tart. 

As I get into my car I tell myself I need to but a real book bag not a sports bag that holds only two text books and one spiral notebook and me carrying the rest. 

I drive to Brooklyn's house and when I arrive it's seven twenty-six. I honk the horn and wait for Brooklyn to come out the door. 

It takes a couple minutes for her to come out. I have time though, but she doesn't. 

Brooklyn's POV:

"Who the hell is honking?" Daddy- Harry asks in a grumbled tone. 

"Shaun," I reply, batting my eyelashes. 

"Oh," he replies and is about to close his bedroom door. 

"Wait dad!" I stop him. 

"Yes?" He turns around, rubbing his right eye with his left fist. 

"Can you change my trucks tire? It's the front right one." I smile, thinking about getting on my knees and begging but decide against it. 

"Yeah. It should be changed by the time you get home," he yawns. 

"Yay. Thank you dad. Love you!" I clap my hands and hug him. 

I grab my book bag and walk outside and get into Shaun's car. It was dirty. I've never been in his car before, until now. It's dirty, really dirty. And small compared to my spacious truck. Well considering it seats five but usually only one is in the vehicle. 

Shaun's POV:

We arrive at school and its nearly seven fifty. I get a space up front, luckily. Lord knows what would happen if I didn't! 

I get out and wait to meet her at the front of the car. I take her hand in mine. We walk in the building and the normal stares were held. But in a different area, still at us - well Brooklyn - but more towards the ground is where their eyes laid at. 

People were probably wondering how the hell I got a girl like Brooklyn when I do nothing but flunk my tests and barely pass my classes while she is trying out for sports from left and right, studying for every test, passing every test, and passing each class with at least a B if not an A. 

I don't play sports, never interested in them really. I'd rather watch games than be in them. But when Brooklyn makes the volleyball, soccer, and softball team, you best believe I'll be there every game. 

"Wow..." A girl laughed as she past by us. 

"What do you think is going on?" I quizzed. 

"I dunno. I'd probably know if I was here at normal time." 

"Hey! It's not my fault. I came as early as I could." I defend. 

"I wasn't blaming it on you. I was blaming my stupid truck!"

I nod and keep walking. Maybe Austin will know? Or Brittany?

"Hey, Austin. What going on?" I quizzed once I found him leaning against the wall. 

"Check your guys' lockers." He couldn't help but laugh. 

I tug on Brook's arm and go to our lockers that weren't so far apart. 

"Whore," she muttered. I looked over to her and with a black sharpie someone wrote 'whore' on her locker. 

"Man whore." I mumble. Same with mine. 

"What is going on?" I ask, not directed towards anyone specific just anyone who heard and knows what is going on. 

"Don't act like you didn't know. Brooklyn is pregnant and you're the baby daddy!" A random girl laughed and walked away. 

"Hey, Austin. This isn't the 1940's no one leans against a wall wearing a leather jacket anymore." I call out and walk away with Brooklyn. 

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This chapter is dedicated to myself and whoever has rumors spread about them. I just finished my THIRD week of school and this mental kid in my class already started shit about me saying I'm a lesbian and went into the boys locked room and went into a broken locker with a guy. Uhm okay? Was that a dream of his? Because he needs to stop bc he has a big mouth and he blurts whatever is on his mind. 

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