Amelia Becker and Beau Brooks were the perfect couple. Everyone envied their relationship. It only took one life changing event for them to realise how much they meant to each other. Forgotten, that's what Beau was. He felt lost without having Amelia knowing the truth, without having her in his arms whenever he wanted. Will she eventually learn to trust Beau and regain her memory?


4. Chapter 4


"Beau, what's this?" Mi pointed at the framed picture of her and me kissing. Fuck, what do I say?! The doctor gave me one clear instruction not to tell her I was her boyfriend. Have I fucked this up already?

"Uh," I couldn't get my words out. Hell, I couldn't even think of an excuse.

"Are we dating?" She turned around to face me.

"No, uh, we used to date but you never wanted to get rid of the picture so we kept it." That's the worst excuse ever.

"How long ago?" She stared back at the picture, examining every aspect of it.

"A year ago."

"It's nice how we're still friends."

"Yeah, it is." I grinned. What I'd do to have her back in my arms. Please remember, Amelia.

"Have we always been this close?"

"Yeah," I told her. "Even closer..." I muttered hoping she wouldn't hear.

"What was that?" She must have heard what I said.

There was a knock on the door. Thank fuck, Amelia might have asked me more questions and who knows what sort of shit would have came out of my mouth.

"I'll, er, get that." I said walking over to the door, ignoring Amelia's question.


There's something about Beau which doesn't convince me, it seems as if he isn't telling me everything. As if he is hiding something from me, what is it?

"Want to watch a movie?" Beau asked whilst placing the takeaway bags on the glass table in front of the sofa.

"Yeah, sounds good." I smiled.

"Which one?" Beau asked flicking through DVD's.

"Titanic?" We said at the same time. Woah, that's creepy. I don't know why I chose Titanic, it just slipped right out of my mouth. I've never been a big fan of Titanic, so why now? Beau started to grin as soon as it came out of my mouth.

"Why are you grinning?" I raised my eyebrow.

"Titanic is your favourite movie as well as mine."

"Oh, I didn't know." I whispered. I took a seat on the sofa. My eyes laid on the food. I've never liked Chinese but all of a sudden I was craving it. Just the smell made me hungry.

Beau walked in the room with some forks, two bottles of coke and a box of tissues.

"Tissues because you're most likely to start crying." Beau chuckled. He knows me better than I know myself. Well, the new me anyway. I gave him a grateful smile and began tucking in the food.


Okay, so tonight I have discovered a few things. I love Titanic, Chinese and Beau and I used to date. Woah. Beau was right I did need tissues, big time.

"Beau," I yawned, stretching. "I'm off to bed, I'm so tired." I yawned again.

"Okay. I'll be there in 10." He said flicking through the channels. I responded with a 'hmmm' and walked towards the bedroom.

As soon as I laid down on the bed I felt as if something was missing. Something that made me feel safe, but I couldn't make out what it was.

I should probably wear a jumper or something; it is quite cold in this house. I got out of bed and scattered through the draws once more. I managed to find a black hoodie. I put it on instantly. I felt so comfortable wearing it. It felt as if I was at home. I soon fell into a deep sleep.

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