Little Moments Make Us Perfect {Larry Stylinson}

Chapter 6

Evelyn was screaming, she didn't know anybody there, she didn't remember anything, or even where she was. The only thing she knew, was that she spent the past month, give or take several days, in a place, that she didn't want to be in.

Evelyn's POV

"W-who are you?" I asked the two men that just walked in the room, freaking out because I knew nothing.

The one with green eyes and long curly hair spoke first, "you don't know who we are?" I shook my head, moving to the corner of the bed, and sitting up a bit taller. "We're your parents."

"That's funny," I said, did they think I was stupid or something? "But last I checked, men can't have babies."

The one with crystal clear blue eyes spoke, "your biologically my child, your mother died not long after you were born. Harry," he said motioning to the guy with green eyes, "is your dad. So am I."

"Oh... I still... don't remember you?" I said, not knowing what really to say.

"What's your name?" One of the nurses asked me.

"Evelyn Tomlinson."

"How old are you, and when is your date of birth?"

"I'm not sure, and something 24th, I think." I said, confused.

"Fourteen, June 24th, 2015," the blue eyes one said. I turned to look at him while he spoke, then at the nurse when she did.

"Where are you from?"

I thought about this one for a minute. I wanted to say, "some part of England."

"Do you know where you are now?"

"The... um... the hospital? Yeah. The hospital." I responded, actually getting this one right. The nurse nodded. The green and blue eyed guys were silent, as well as the nurse, it felt very awkward. Since I was the one with major memory lost, I'm fourteen years old and I can barely remember my birthday. My own birthday.

"Can we take her home?" The one with blue eyes asked, the other one nudged him with his elbow in the ribs. "Ouch," he muttered.

"You could... she seems to be doing fine. I don't see why not." The nurse said. "You'll just half to sign the release forms.

They both nodded.

"Wait," I said, all eyes were on me. "I don't want to leave with you. I barely know you." The one with green eyes held up one finger, while he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, he quickly opened it up and did something else. He then handed it to me. "What's this?" I asked.

"It's my Instagram," he said. "Click on one of the pictures with you in it." He said, I scrolled through the photos of himself, random objects, to the point where I finally realized all his pictures were black and white. I stopped on a picture of myself, and those two. I clicked on it. "See, fifteen weeks ago this was taken. That means something right?"

I nodded and handed back his phone, "I suppose."

"I'll get the papers."

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Third person POV

"This is where we live," Harry said, opening the door to the gigantic house they lived in. Evelyn quietly walked inside, looking around, she couldn't help but wonder is she had lived there her whole life, or where the kitchen was, simple things like that, memories lost.

Louis walked down the hall and up two sets of stairs, he reached the top and made it to the third door on the right, "and this is your room. I know its like almost five o'clock in the morning but you can take a shower, or I don't know, do stuff."