Story Of My Life

Rachel and Rebecca Mendes grew up as almost normal 14.year old twins.They were just rejoined with their big brother Shawn Mendes,who were separated after their parents divorcee,and moved in with Shawn and their mom in North Carolina.Living normal life's again with perfect boyfriends and friends and family,just to have it taken away in a tragic accident that causes one to forget everything after he dad's death and leaving the other one her death bed.Will they be reunited with their family friends and boyfriends?Will one remember who she fell in love with?Will one finally leave the hospital?


12. Our Dreams

Rebecca's pov.

*The previous night*

"Harry, why don't you take Rebecca upstairs and away from everyone?" Rachel suggested, smiling at him. What she didn't know is that's the exact thing I didn't want, to be alone with Harry.

"I'll show her a good time" Harry joked, winking at me. At least I hope he was joking. My eyes widened and I looked at the ground not wanting to connect eye contact with anyone.

I was extremely scared of what Harry was going to do with me, what he could do.

He smiled down at me, and looked back up right away, not waiting for a response. Why did Rachel ask this? Isn't she the one who shouldn't be in the crowd of people?

After being pulled up the stairs, Harry continued to pull me Into my bedroom, shutting the door the door as we entered. I watched carefully as he locked the door behind him and turned back to me. He didn't say anything just yet, only stared at me, waiting for me to be the to start a conversation.

I didn't want to be in this position, I wanted to be down stairs, meeting new friendlier people. Harry scared me, he made me feel like I was constantly going to get hurt.

I looked away from Harry, staring only at the wall, looking for something within it.

Maybe I was being over dramatic? Maybe it really was just a dream I had. And I don't even know really who Louis is. For all I do know, Louis could be much different then I put him out there to be.

"What do you want to do?" I questioned, finally lifting my eyes to look at Harry, who was leaning against the bedroom door.

"We could do this" Harry smirked, standing up straight, and moving slowly towards me.

As I realized what he meant, my eyes widened, and my mouth twitched down into a slight frown.

Did I even want to kiss Harry?

Harry must not have noticed, before I had time to process what was happening, Harry's lips were placed forcefully onto mine. His lips moved slowly against mine, his arms finding their way around my waist, and gripping onto my hips. I could only step back, but Harry must not have caught on to the fact that I was trying to step away from him, because he moved with me. Before I knew it, my back was placed firmly against the wall, and I couldn't find a way to get Harry to stop. I could clearly tell he was much stronger than me, so I couldn't struggle against him. I stayed frozen in my place, my lips not moving with his, and my arms stiff at my sides.

After a minute more, Harry must have caught on to my hesitation, because he stepped back, letting me tack a breath.

"What's wrong?" He questioned, sounding quite worried.

"Harry... I bearly know you" I said, debating in my head whether that was actually the right thing to say.

"But, I, I mean, we love each other don't we?" He stuttered, sounding hesitant himself.

"I have Amnesia, remember?"

"But, I thought, something would happen" He concluded.

"Why don't we just talk, maybe I'll remember something?" I thought allowed.

"Alright, just know that no matter what, I will always love you" Harry sighed, looking back to me. I looked at him sincerely, and smiled, thinking that would give him what he wanted.

"Come on" Harry smiled, grabbing my hand, while keeping his other around my waist. I didn't react as much to this, as Harry continued to pull me, falling onto my bed. After rearranging our bodies, we were laying down next to each other, Harry's arm remaining on my waist, our bodies practically pressed together. Though this position was a bit uncomfortable for me, I played it out, staying silent, and not moving much.

"What do you want to know about?" Harry asked, looking down at me, as his head was resting on top of mine.

I want to know about us, how we met, what we liked to do, if we had a ship name, if we truly loved each other, why Shawn hated us being together, the little things you did to make me smile, how I came upon the necklace with your name on it, and what happened That night with Louis? Of coarse you wouldn't be able to tell me if I asked

"Hmm, I guess I'd like to know about our relationship most of all" I thought allowed.

"Maybe how we met" I continued, before Harry got a chance to speak up.

"That's a good choice" Harry smirked, something glistening in his eyes as he though to back to the memory.

"You were walking down the middle of the town walk, with your sister, Rachel. I had just left Louis apartment, and I was heading home. We were both going opposite directions, turning the corner where the ice cream parlor and the pizza place meet. I bumped I to you, as you fell over, and nearly going over myself. I looked down immediately, and I all I saw was a beautiful girl who I had just pushed over. I immediately helped you up, apologizing. I introduced myself, not thinking that you might be a fan-"

I interrupted him, after listening intently, "fan of what?" I asked, as I had no idea what he meant by 'not thinking you might be a fan.'

"Fan of One Direction, the band I'm in" he explained, smiling understandingly.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds as to think, and I felt a click of remembrance, I remembered what happened in that side walk. Don't get me wrong, that's all I remembered.

My eyes shot open as I leaped into Harry's lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I remember! I remember how we met!" I screeched, the familiar butterflies filling my stomach.

Harry's eyes went wide along with mine, and he squeezed me tightly, smiling along, and holding my waist. "This is great!" Harry told me, his emerald eyes sparkling.

"Maybe if we keep sharing memories you'll remember more" Harry concluded, raising an eyebrow as to ask me if I wanted to give it a try. "Alright" I agreed, laying back down in my previous spot beside him.

"How did I get this necklace?" I questioned, lifting my head up to look at Harry. He was looking down at me, chuckling. I wondered how it was a funny memory, but decided not to ask.

"About a week after we started dating, I took you out on our first official date. We went to a ice cream parlor, and we both ordered vanilla, I remember That. After receiving our orders, you wanted to keep walking along the town walk, so we continued along. We talked and laughed about random topics as we are," Harry's nose crinkled in delight as he explained this to me, "when we finished our deserts, i brought you into a jewelry shop. I noticed how you kept eying a certain heart shaped necklace, so I bought it for you, and had it engraved with my name and a short message" Harry finished, kissing my nose as he did so.

It sounded like a delightful story, and it was probably a lot of fun, I just wish I remembered it. I really thought this would work, and I couldn't bare tell Harry it didn't. Maybe I was wrong about him, he really seemed like a wonderful boyfriend.

"Do you remember anything" he asked hopefully, his eyes seeming to sparkle. "Of coarse" I answered, lying straight to him. He smiled and tightened his grip around me, leaning his chin, to rest on the top of my head.

"Why is Shawn so against us?" I asked out of no where, curious as to how Harry would he started to speak I could feel the rumble in his chest, and snuggled closet to him,

"He doesn't want me to hurt you, and I know how he feels after what you went through with your father, but I love you, and I would never think you to hurt you, let alone, have anything else hurt you."


I didn't have much else to say, and there was nothing else I could ask, that I was actually comfortable asking.

"Thank you" I sighed, squeezing Harry's hand that was already intertwined with mine.

"For what?"

"Everything. For helping me out in the hospital. For bringing me home. For giving some of my memories back."

"No problem, I would do anything for you" he chuckled, his curls bobbing up and down, as i listened to the rumble in his chest as he laughed once more.


The next morning came quickly, as Harry left only a little while after we stopped talking. He didn't spend the night, as he knew I wasn't ready for that sort of thing, us spending the night together.

It was currently 12:45 in the afternoon, and have just woken up, giving me a good nights sleep, or I would have hoped for one. I feel like I haven't slept a wink. The nightmares wouldn't stop coming, all night long. I didn't physically open my eyes once, and get out of bed, but my body went through quite a bit, with what my mind perceived through nightmares.

It started out a started out as friendly dreams, Harry and I at a carnival together, Harry would win me something at a small game, and he would constantly kiss me on the cheek. It would end with Harry and I going on a Farris wheel together, and telling each other we were in love.

Then they would slowly Change to nightmares, Harry trying to push me into something I wasn't ready for, and scaring me immensely, after, I would always end up running to Louis. Again and again, replayed in my head, like words printed in a book, permanently.

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