The Sound of Waves (Book #3 - Liam Payne Trilogy)

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

Once I got to my parents room, I immediately climbed into the shower. They didn't hear me as I cried silently, letting my mind think its only water rolling down my cheeks. I've forgotten two whole years of my life. Two important years of my life. How can someone cope with that. It's like someone took the book of my life and tore out several chapters. My only hope was that they found some courtesy and returned them. But in what world would that ever happen? I was a mess and lonesome. These three people were supposed to be significant in my life. But I had no idea who they were, I couldn't remember our history, our stories, our memories. It was like my memory of being 17 and 18 years old was a black hole. It's like I skipped from 16 to 19. I've been thrown into this world, with people expecting me to keep living while I was missing a chunk of my life. What was I supposed to do? We were all hoping for the impossible. I was never going to remember. I was never going to know what my graduation was like. I'm never going to remember my relationship with Liam. I'm not going to remember if it was great or terrible. I'm not going to remember my first year at university and the people I met. I'm never going to remember. It's gone forever. That scared me me more than anything. Most people would say spiders are their greatest fear, or snakes or heights, mine was the unknown. Anything could have happened, but I'll never know. I will never have closure because there are no answers.

"There's a bag on your bed with clothes that Ann brought you," my mom said as I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. That was weird as well, this girl I had no recollection of was going through my things, wherever they were, and bringing them to my parents. They knew her, but she was still a stranger to me. I walked back into the bathoom with my bag and as I closed the door I set the bag down on the counter. I opened it up and my eyes landed on the first thing in there. I reached down and gently wrapped my fingers around a tiny silver chain. A hallowed out heart shaped pendant fell into my palm. As I looked more closely I saw it was lined with tiny diamonds on one side. I held it between my thumb and index finger. I placed it down on the counter and got dressed. I put my long blonde hair into a braid and grabbed the necklace, walking out to join my mom. She and my father were already in bed and my mom was reading a book. I climbed into my bed and studied the necklace. Feeling the cold metal between my fingers. After a good half an hour I finally found something odd about it. I flipped it over and looked within the thin hallowed out heart. 'Forever and Always' was engraved in the silver. That was strange. Why did it say that? I feel like there was some hint I was supposed to be seeing. But I was quickly falling asleep. I rolled over and faced the wall. Holding the necklace tight and letting sleep consume me yet again.

I woke up to the sound of my parents talking. I stayed hidden under the blankets, pretending to still be sleeping as they spoke in hushed tones. "Honey, she's broken," I heard my mother say. "I know Hun, but maybe this is for the better," I heard my father consoling her. "For the better? David, she doesn't remember her boyfriend or her roommate! We both know how happy she became once she was with Liam, those two summers meant everything to her!" "I guess so," my father said. "David, what do you have against that boy? I thought you were over whatever it was," my mother questioned, it seemed like it truly bugged her that my father had something against my ex boyfriend. I call him my ex boyfriend because no way can we still date if I have no recollection of who he is. "He is dating our daughter, tell me that doesn't bug you," my father said. "It doesn't," my mother replied. "She's my little girl," my father said. "She's my little girl too, David," my mother said. My father took a deep breath, "He just seems sketchy," he said. "Sketchy?" My Moyer exclaimed in shock, "He's a sweet heart! He knows how to treat a woman, seemingly unlike you do right now." My father stayed quiet, "Grow up David," my mother said. I heard noises and I guess she got to her feet. "Julie!" My father called. "She's happy, David, and I'm going to stand by her. Don't expect me to join your side, because it has no chance of wining." "She doesn't even remember him!" My father called but I heard the bathroom door open and close, my mother blocking him out. I groaned, pretending to wake up. I threw my blankets off of me and sat up, looking over at my father. "Morning daddy," I said, seeing if he would say anything regarding their conversation. "Good morning sweetie, how did you sleep?" He asked. I sighed, looking down at the pillow behind me, "Great!" I said. He smiled, "So are you sure you want to go through with this?" He asked, standing up from the couch. "The whole Liam thing?" I asked. He nodded his head. "Yeah! I mean he seems like a sweet boy," I was intentionally going to play up Liam just to see if my father snapped. "Maybe if I get to know him again I can start dating him again! He IS cute so that's a plus," I said with over exaggerated excitement. My father tensed up and I noticed he WAS holding in all his emotions, "Just take your time sweetie," he said. I smiled, "But if I happens fast I can get back to my old life!" "Brooklyn," my father warned, I knew I was pushing it, so I shut up. "Take it slow." I slowly nodded my head. So he wasn't completely against it. But there was one thing he could trust me on. I was going to take my sweet time getting to know this Liam guy I was supposed to be in love with. I was one hundred percent certain though, that I'm not in love any more.

The car ride to the airport was awkward. My parents were giving each other the cold shoulder and with my father up front with Liam driving, I knew things weren't looking good. Liam had showed up looking exceptionally cute, and that was weird for me to admit about a stranger. Once we were at the airport, things became hectic. Liam and I stayed with my parents for as long as we could before we couldn't go with them any longer. "Bye mom," I said, wrapping her in a tight hug. "I'll see you soon sweetie," she whispered to me as I saw my father become a man and he shook Liam's hand. I pulled away and hugged my father, "Bye daddy," I told him, reaching up to hug him. With him being so tall I actually felt small. "Stay safe," he told me. "Trust Liam," I said. He pulled away and looked at me confused, "I heard you and mom this morning. She trusts him dad, I think we should too, I'm starting to." He looked over at my mother who was hugging Liam. She rested a motherly hand on his cheek, "Take care of her," she said. He nodded his head, "I'll do anything and everything for her." She smiled a weak smile. Then before I knew it, they were heading off through customs and to their gate. I was left alone with Liam. "Are you hungry?" He asked me, jingling his keys in his hand. I wrapped my arms around myself, "I could eat." "Okay," he said, turning around and beginning to walk away. "Where are you going?" I asked. He turned back around, "To my car so we can go get you some food." "Oh," I said, catching up to him, "You don't want the airport food?" "Well do you want it?" He asked as we walked towards the doors. "No?" I said. "Well then I'm bringing you to your favourite restaurant." "Wait!" I said, stopping, he stopped as well, almost immediately. "What?" He asked, filling with concern. "If I'm going to learn to know you again, you can't keep acting like you still know me. I feel like you're a creepy stalker who knows everything about me. Can we just start on a clean slate?" He looked at me, heartbreak clear in his eyes, I hated to cause him pain, but him knowing so much about me while I knew nothing about him was overwhelming and scary. He took a moment then nodded his head. "I'm sorry, it's just it's hard and-" "It's okay, Brooklyn. I'll just try and forget too," Liam said, turning around, clearly hurt. "But don't forget the good things," I said. He didn't turn back around but I saw him take a deep breath. "Those good memories are what will keep you determined to help me regain my memory, and I know this contradicts what I said, but I kind of need you right now." He turned to look back at me, "I know you don't want to hear this right now, but I need you too, Brooklyn. Probably more than you need me. I'm falling apart without the old you to hold me together. I'm broken without you to find the pieces and put them back together. I miss you," he said. I looked back and forth between his eyes, "I'm sorry for forgetting," I told him. He stood there stiffly like he wanted to comfort me, but he decided otherwise. He chuckled softly as he looked at the ground, "You used to always apologize for things you had no control over," he said quietly. I realized that even if he did seem creepy for knowing everything about me, I actually wanted to know how close we are. And if I meant everything to him as Niall said, then Liam can prove to me that Niall was right. "Was our relationship good?" I asked. He looked up at me, "I thought you didn't want to know," he said. "I changed my mind," I stated. He chuckled again, "You were always an indecisive one," he said, looking down but back up at me after he finished. "Good is an understatement," Liam said finally, "It was good, great, perfect, unbelievable, indescribable, addicting." I nodded my head, "We were really in love, weren't we?" I asked. He gently and slowly nodded his head, "Yeah, we were," he said solemnly. I nodded my head, "Good to know," I said, "Maybe you can tell me about yourself over some food." He looked up at me, his eyes seemed glassed over. He gently nodded his head and as he turned away I caught him reaching up to wipe his eyes. We used to be so in love, but I could tell he still was.