Remembering the Past

Twenty year old Scarlet Mason is a girl who tried forgetting everything when she thought the famous Louis Tomlinson was ruining her life. When she tried forgetting, so did he. She moved to Oregon and Louis continued with his band. When he ends up touring from West to East, will they run into each other again?


4. Moving too fast

     Just a few hours ago I was in the shower getting ready for a job interview, I'm not too sure what happened but that didn't go as planned.

     After packing up my closet and necessary bathroom essentials, I'm ready to go. Niall was patiently waiting on the living room sofa watching ESPN. Then it hits me: I'm going on tour with them. The five boys who changed my life when I tried to get out of theirs. 

     Louis. I've forgotten so much about him, that I can't even picture his face anymore. All I know is that I loved him, and he loved me. But so far, from what Niall has said, Louis forgot more than I did. He forgot his entire past, but he always mentions me. 

     I take the exit Niall told me to take before and I continue to drive and listen to directions from him. 

     "Remember when we tried to sneak out with all the boys and our parents caught us?" he asked out of the blue.

     "No..." I say.

     "What have you forgotten?" he questions.

    When he asks this question I know he doesn't mean what I have forgotten to bring. "Well, at first I forgot everything. My entire past, the only thing on my mind was my future. But then  I realized, I needed my past to have my future. My entire being was effected by my attempt to forget, so I needed to change. So I brought back some memories, a lot of things have faded and it hurts when someone asks me something and I have to respond with 'no' or 'who are you' or 'how do you know my name' and it ends up being a cousin I haven't seen in a while or something... It kills me Niall, I need you guys."

     "I don't know why you left us in the first place," he says, his voice rising with anger. He turns to look at me. "It killed us as much as it killed you, we thought you would be around forever and when you went into the hospital-"

     "I was in the hospital?"

     "Stop playing dumb," he scolds.

     "I'm not playing dumb."

     "You've killed your memory... what have you done..." he almost whispers.

     "Please tell me," I beg.

     "Well, you were in your apartment- probably the same one you live in now, I don't know I couldn't come back- and you left your oven on overnight and nearly burned down the whole building... How could you forget something so big?!?!" he's yelling now.

      I rack my brain for this, and I don't remember. Is that what the black mark on my fridge is? Things slowly come back to me, my room caught on fire. I didn't want to live through it with such a bad memory, so I forced myself to forget. The neighbor called them. That's what happened. Then there was that boy, he never left my room. Who was he? I know it wasn't Niall, this boy had darker hair anyways...

     "Who left England to come and visit me?" I ask, tightening my grip on the wheel.

     "Well... um..." Niall stuttered.

     "NIALL JAMES HORAN!" I shouted.

     "Okay! Okay! It was... It was Louis. This was before he tried to forget, so he was still deeply in love with you- wait, he's still deeply in love with you."

     "I need to see him." I say, tears filling in my eyes.

     "Where do you think I'm taking you?" Niall mumbles.

     "How much has he mentioned me? It's been a year..." 

     "More often than you would think, at every concert he looks for you, but you're never there."

     "Honestly, I've never heard you guys sing before. I tried to avoid your music, and I was never allowed to go to rehearsal with you-" I say.

     "Well you can go with us now!" he exclaims.

     "Do I have much of a choice?" I laugh. We continue down the road, telling little stories and just catching up, I haven't missed to much, and that makes me happy. 

     One hour later I say, "Geez Niall! Could you have picked a restaurant any farther away!" 

     "Those fans are crazy! Besides, take the next left and we'll be there."

     When we finally pull up, my heart beats rapidly in my chest. Pounding. Throbbing. Beating. Bleeding. Filling my brain. But I continue to drive, and I park, and I get out, grabbing my luggage. I only have one very large suitcase and then a bathroom bag, I mean, SIX months of clothes fit into ONE suitcase, that's skill. 

     We get into the elevator and when we reach the door, Niall pulls out the key and says, "You sure you're ready for this?"

     Slowly, I nod. "As ready as I'll ever be. Besides, I need him."


A/N- Hopefully you guys are liking this so far! I apologize for the cliffhanger. Thank you to everyone that is reading, favoriting (is that a word?) and liking this story!

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