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?


6. Remembering?

A/N- Sorry for the wait. But here you go. And I know how annoying author's notes can be so I'm probably going to stop doing them, unless there's something important I want to say :)


~Louis POV~

     I slowly stand up, she avoids eye contact with everyone until Zayn says, "Welcome home Scar." And she begins to cry. Not hard, but she's definitely crying. She runs up to Zayn and hugs him, then Harry, then Liam. Finally she looks into my eyes and looks away.

     My heart shatters at the thought she remembers nearly everything except our past. That's not fair. Why?! WHY?! 

     "I have to... I have to go," I mutter. Seeing her laugh at something Harry said just killed me, why wouldn't she say something? Didn't we have something before?

     "Louis wait!" I hear her shout. I pause with my hand on the door handle to my room, slowly I turn around and I see her closing the door to the other room. 

     "Oh so now you remember." I say.

     "How could I ever forget? I didn't just remember Louis, I just didn't know what to do, there are so many emotions running through me right now. You know what I was tempted to do when I walked into that room?" she asks me.

     "Tell me."

     "I was tempted to just run up to you and kiss you. Like before. Love you. Like before. I forgot everything but you. I need you." She whispers the last part and puts one hand on my face.

     "Then do it." She didn't need to be told twice. I put my hands around her waist, with both of her hands now resting on my face. Her lips touched mine gently at first, then more passionate.

     "I've missed you." I whisper, resting my forehead on hers. She was significantly smaller than I was so when I bent down, she was no longer forced to stand on her toes.

     "I think we need each other. I think Niall was right. We are each others drug, without our drug, we had withdraw and it caused us to do crazy things. Somehow we knew that our drug would be coming back to us soon, so we forced ourselves to stop doing crazy things."

     "You always were the smart one," I laugh.

     "You always were the goofier one." She lets a giggle escape past her lips and I kiss her forehead. 

     "You're staying in my room," I say, my voice deep and my accent thick.

     "Whoa, hold it there buddy, let's go reminise with the others for a little while. How many beds do you have?" she asks.

     "One. That was never a problem before though..."

     "I never said it was, I was just curious." She turns around and walks into the room, leaving me there. 

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