Search for memories

Five boys, one girl and a common past she doesn't remember.
What will happen when five boys help her to get her memorie back? What will happen if she finds out, what a certain boy did to her? Will she run away or will she stay?
Read to find out ;)

(I'm sorry if I have grammer errors in my story (: This is my first fanfiction)


11. Chapter 10

Amelia's P.O.V

When I woke up I felt a pair of arms around me. It felt strange but I also felt safe. I loosened the arms around me and turned around. Now I was face to face with the person I slept in a bed. It was Louis and he looked so peaceful. I raised my hand and put it gently on his cheeks. When I touched him I got butterflies in my stomach. I smiled to myself and thought back at what Niall had asked me. Do you love him? I think so. I was already in love with him, even if I didn't know all about him. He was my man. The other half of me. I locked my eyes and fell asleep.

Louis' P.O.V

When I woke up I felt a pair of eyes staring at me, but when I opened mine the only thing I saw was Amelia how she slept. She was lying in my arms. I was the happiest man in the world.

Suddenly I heard a Knock on my door. I stood carefully up and made my way to the door. When I opened it Liam stood there. "What do you want?" I asked quietly. "Good morning to you too. I wanted to look if Amelia is already awake." He answered. "Good morning." I smiled. "No, she is not awake yet. But anyways what are you doing with her today?" I asked him. "I wanted to go with her to the beach. I mean it was the first place where she told me her story." I nodded. We were quite often at the beach.

Liam's P.O.V

I decided to go to the beach with Amelia. We were quite often there but it was also the place where she began to trust me, where she opened up to me. I thought back at that moment.


It was a sunny day. I was laying in the living room on the couch, when Amelia came in. She looked tired. "Are you alright?" I asked her. "I think I should tell you what happened with me back at my old home." She said quietly. I nodded. "Do you want to go somewhere else?" Now she nodded. I got up and we went outside. She just walked behind me and gave me the guidance. Just before we were there she asked "Where are we going anyway?" "We are going to the beach." I simply replied. "To the beach? But there are so many people." She said. "But not at the place, where we are going. I know a place, where are no people. No one knows about it except the guys." She just nodded and went further.

As we got there she looked in amazement. "It's beautiful." She said when she sat down. I didn't want to push her but I asked "So...what do you wanted to tell me?" She jerked her head around to me and her eyes were wide. "If you changed your mind it's ok with me. You don't have to tell me." I said quickly. She shook her head. "'s fine. I think you and the rest of the boys should know it anyway. But I'm not ready to tell all of you yet." "So...what is it?" She swallowed hard and began quietly.

"Back at home, when I was thirteen, my dad had often a guest at home. It was his best friend. Every time when I was alone with him, he began to touch me. I told it my dad but he didn't believe me. He said I was crazy and imagined it all. My mum also didn't believe me. Then there was the day. I was alone at home, my parents were visiting a friend, when the door bell rang. My mum always told me not to open the door when I'm alone at home but I was curious. So I went to the door and opened it. Afterwards I regret it. There he stood. My father's best friend. He didn't said a word, just came in. I got scared. I mean I was fifteen and in front of me stood a tall guy. After I closed the door he came up to me and pushed me against the wall. He said that if I would scream he would hurt me even more. I didn't say anything. He picked me up and carried me to my parents' bedroom. He threw me on the bed. I let out a small sob but he heard it and hit me. I didn't dare to make noises again. I just lay there, looking out the window. I was numb. After he had his fun with me, he stood up, got dressed and left the house. I was still there when my brother came. When he saw me he shouted my name and fell on the ground beside the bed. He had an idea what had happened." She stopped and now I was the one who swallowed hard. I looked at her and saw that she was crying. I hugged her and she sobbed more. I was so angry. How could somebody do such a thing to her? "It's okay. He can't hurt you anymore." She nodded. "When my brother found out who raped me, he killed him. I was relieved when I heard he was dead but now my brother had to leave me. I was angry at him. He did it for me but I never asked him for it. It would have been enough for me when he only got in jail." For a while, we said nothing. "Can we go home?" She asked quietly. "Sure. When we are home you should rest." She nodded and we stood up. When we walked home, we talked about everything. About the good moments in our lives but also about the low points.

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