When Two Worlds Collide

Remember us?

Vickys pov
There was a pained look in his eyes. I slowly reached towards him and touched his cheek making circles with my thumb. He flinched and moved back.
"I'm sorry," I said sadly.
"Don't be its not your fault, I said bitterly.
Before I knew what I waddling I leaned in and crashed my lips onto his. I wasn't thinking. But I didn't need to. This felt so right. Like I was home. He pulled away and looked at me.
"What was that for?" He whispered.
"I don't know," I murmured.
I looked down and suddenly felt bad for what I had done. It was as if I had done something terribly wrong, and yet had done exactly what I should have done.
"Louis?" I asked looking up into his deep blue eyes.
"Yes?" He looked up and yearned for me to go on.
"Can I see the photos again?" I asked.
He smiled and gladly handed me his phone. I scrolled through the thousands of pictures he had on his phone of us. I concentrated hard on each and every single one.
"It's getting late," he said getting up.
"Can you stay the night? I asked.
He nodded and got into the sheets with me. I kept looking through the picture trying to put the puzzle back together. Pieces were missing and I couldn't seem to fill in the holes. I kept staring at this one picture that someone had taken of us. It looked like we were sitting in a park. We held hands and we're watching the sunset. I smiled and locked the phone. I held it to my chest before drifting off to sleep.

The next morning when I awoke louis was snoring softly beside me. I unlocked his phone and looked at the last few picture he had of us. I remembered them, but at the same time I couldn't put my finger on it. I got tired of thinking and out the phone down on the bedside table. I got out of bed and cleaned myself up before heading downstairs and making breakfast. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and gulped it down. As I put my bowl in the sink louis came down stairs with his hair a mess and plopped himself down onto the couch.
"Do you remember anything else?" He asked softly.
"I think so," I admitted.
He jumped from his seat and ran on over nearly tripping over his own two feet.
"That's great!"
I smiled and took out a piece of paper from my pocket. I opened it slowly and showed him.
"This is our address love," he said confused.
I nodded, "I remember meeting everyone. And that I have a brother, Liam."
"Anything else?"
"Do you think you can tell me everything so maybe I can remember?" I asked.
He got up and took out a box from under the bed. It was a scrapbook of us. Everything seemed so familiar. It's like I remember, but at the same time I don't.
I grabbed the book and slowly flipped dl through the pages trying to remember. Something's came back. And others were just a mystery.

That night I lay in bed with louis sound asleep next to me. I grabbed my phone and went through the photos once again. I went through old texts and everything. I even went through the pictures on Louis's phone.

I got a little frustrated and slammed my phone down. I stuffed my face into the pillow and fell asleep.

The next morning when I woke up everything seemed clear to me. It was only 5 am so I didn't want to wake Lou up, but at the same time I needed to tell him. Tell him how much I loved him and how much I cared. I got up and realized louis was not next to me. I found a notes on my bedside table.

Vicky love you so much! Went to grab some breakfast from the diner across the street. Be back in a few.

Man how early does that boy wake up?
I shrugged my shoulders and went down stairs. I plopped myself on the couch and turned on the tv.

Moments later louis came back with some food and hot chocolate and I followed him over to the kitchen.

"Louis?"
"Yea babe?"
"I remember."