Who are you?

chapter 1

"What the Fuck?!"

Louis blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn't dreaming, and yep, he was still in his childhood bedroom. What in the honest fuck was he doing in his childhood bedroom?

Louis took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Maybe Modest! finally realized they needed a break and dropped them off overnight. Maybe they somehow ended up in Doncaster and got pissed, and he was lucky enough to not suffer a hangover.

Harry. Maybe Harry would know what's going on, maybe he was at his own home in Holmes Chapel.

Reaching for his phone, the first thing Louis noticed was the fact that that was not his phone. Rather, it looked similar to the phone he had before he had the money for a newer phone. That was when he started to realise something was off.

The next sign that things weren't right was the fact that there was no trace of him and Harry ever knowing each other, which scared Louis. He wasn't in his messages, his calls - which, neither were any of the other boys, Eleanor, or Simon, which was relieving and worrying at the same time - or his contacts in general.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Louis felt his heart rate quicken. He dialled Harry's number, and it was immediately declined. Harry always declined numbers he didn't know unless he was expecting a call.

Louis then tried Niall, just to get the same reaction. Louis was starting to freak out, before he realised he could call Liam. He always picked up, no matter what. That's why he had to change his number so often.

Unfortunately, Louis didn't know Liam's current number off the top of his head. He knew his previous number, and - actually, he didn't know if Liam changed it yet. It was worth a shot at least.

Louis dialled the number and waited. It rang, and rang, and-

"Hello?"

Louis let out a sigh of relief.

"Liam! It's so nice to hear your voice Payn-"

"Who is this?"

Louis felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. Maybe he just didn't have his number saved.

"It's Louis? Tonlinson? The Tommo? You're bandmate?"

"If you're calling my personal number to prank me, this isn't funny," Liam said in a serious voice.

"Liam wait-" He was gone. Louis looked at his phone. Liam really didn't know who he was?

Louis was officially freaking out. He quickly opened his browser and looked up One Direction, and saw that it was made up of his four best mates - but not him.

"Oh my god," Louis breathed out, and checked the time. It was only ten in the morning, but it felt like much later.

"Louis? Breakfast is ready, are you coming down?" His mum called. Louis almost went lightheaded hearing his mum. Under any other circumstance he would be excited to hear her, but not when he was questioning his entire reality.

Louis took another breath, trying to calm himself down. He had to figure out what the fuck was going on. He wondered if Harry felt any different, if he even knew what was going on. Louis decided he would try to call him later, maybe Harry would realise it was his number and not some strangers.

"Louis? Are you awake?" his mum called again, and Louis shouted back a quick "Coming!" before slowly opening his door.

The house looked nearly the same, save for the old pictures of him and his family looking more recent. Louis definitely didn't remember half of those pictures being taken. There was that he did reconise, one with Daisy and Phoebe clinging to his legs, which made Louis smile. He remembered taking that that one, it was the day before his eighteenth birthday when they all went sledding.