A Voice of Memory (Les Twins Fanfiction)

Not one but two

I smiled at the thought of calling this my home I felt protected when I was near Laurent maybe it was his height that made me feel safe... I don't know, I was about to walk into the Living room when I heard a pan drop in the kitchen.

I thought that there was no one else here, I 've been extremely alert since I woke up, I'm usually never this tense but I felt like I should be on guard.

I looked to my right and picked of the empty glass vase sitting on the floor and held it like a baseball bat I slowly move towards the kitchen trying not to make a sound, my heart was beating out of my chest I turned the corner ready to swing but I stopped. I let my arms drop down to my sides it was Laurent again, at least I think it is... he turned towards me wearing a messy apron covered in flour and egg yolk there was flour all over his arm and on his left cheek, he smiled at me "Hey mama how you feeling?" I stood there in confusion.

Not but three minutes ago he was just standing in front of me naked wrapped in a towel having a conversation and I could have sworn that we went in opposite directions so how  is he... here? "I-I thought you just got out the shower h-how are you-"

He nodded his head as he bit a piece of toast and pointed from the direction I just came from. "That's my brother, Laurent..." then pointed to himself "...and I'm Larry" I laughed, his accent was much thicker than his brothers. He laughed with me. "It's good to see you smile," he looked down towards the vase that I was holding "What were you going to do with that?" I looked down at the vase and leaned it against the door frame "hit you with it."

He looked at me surprised "Why?!"  "Because I didn't know who was in here, I thought that it was just Laurent and I" Larry laughed "Aww that's cute." I folded my arms "what that I thought I was alone with your brother?" I didn't like people assuming things it made me feel dirty. He bit off another piece of his toast "No, that you actually thought you could defend yourself with that tiny vase!" 

"Well, you shouldn't be laughing since you're the one covered in egg and flour" I walked towards him licked by thumb and whipped the flour off his cheek.

He dipped his finger in the flour bag and then wiped it on the tip of my nose. "It's actually all purpose flour" I smiled at him and quickly wiped off my nose with the side of my pointer finger. "What's your name?"  I looked into his eyes "well to tell you the truth I don't remember my name so, just call me Niña."  He turned around and grabbed a rag and started to wipe down the messy counter. "Well, Niña if you're hungry I made eggs, toast and pancakes so dig in."

Laurent walked into the kitchen and hit Larry on his shoulder "Looks like you made more mess than food" Larry it him back "Shut up Laurent!" I laughed. Larry walked over to me trying to hold his brother back "Hey, Niña don't listen to him I'm the better cook!" Laurent pushed Larry and laughed "yeah? Well I'm the better lover!" I stood there in shock... I didn't know what to say to either of them.

I felt as if they were trying to get my approval on who was better. They both stopped fighting and looked at me expecting me to say something. It felt like their eyes were burning off my skin.

I really just wanted to change the subject. "So... who wants pancakes?" Larry grinned and went to make me a plate. Laurent walked past him and grabbed my hand "Come with me Niña, you don't want Larry's food." Larry turned around and looked at Laurent "Um...I was a Gourmet Chef"

"Yes Larry, was a gourmet chef...not now" Larry mumbled under his breath "yeah, wonder whose fault that is." Laurent said nothing and quickly dragged me down the hallway. I stumbled over my feet at least twice before making it too his bedroom.

He closed the door behind us. I walked toward the large window and looked at the amazing view I smiled as I watched a dog chase a cat down the street. I turned around to ask Laurent if he was okay when I saw him slowly lock the door. I felt uncomfortable now, there was something about a locked door that freaked me out I wasn't sure but I felt a distant memory in the back of my head that had to do with a locked door. There was an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach I placed my hand on my stomach suddenly remembering the huge cut near my ribs.

Laurent looked up at me with concern "Niña are you alright?" He took five steps towards me and I took five step back "Um... could you unlock the door? I don't feel comfortable I'm sorry."  He looked confused at first as if he couldn't understand me than changing his facial expression and smiled "sorry locking the door is a habit." He walked back to the door and unlocked it.

I felt relieved, he cleared his throat making me look up at him "So... do you want to go shopping, you can't just wear my shirt forever"

I thought about it for a second "I'm sorry but I don't have any money-"

"It's okay I have money buy whatever you want"

I smiled at him and nodded. Laurent walked over to his dresser and handed me a pair or black jeans I held them up to me they were women's jeans... "Um they belonged to my ex-girlfriend she left them so, you can wear them" he sounded hurt when he talked about his Ex-girlfriend. I looked and him and smiled "thank you" he didn't respond with a 'you're welcome' like I expected him to. "Bathroom is down the hall."

he didn't look at me after that. I slowly walked towards the door and opened it.