Amnesia [cake 5SOS] ✔

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Heya dearies :) How you guys doing? Thanks for even thinking about checking this out. I LOVE YOU ALL. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU. EVEN YOUR SISTER AND BROTHERS AND PETS AND YOUR HAIR. I bet it's really pretty :)

I shall now disappear under my cloak and go back to listening to P!ATD. Brendon is life.

Did I mention that Brendon is life?

Ok.

ENJOY THIS CHAPTER PEEPZ.

KISSES FROM KIMMY xoxo

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Chapter 4

Calum

My eyes blinked open slowly, and immediately I felt a pain seeping through every muscle from my shin upwards. Jesus Christ, did it hurt. My head too; it was pounding so hard I swore a vessel was going to burst. I couldn't move one of my legs – it was held up by some mechanical device, attached to my bed.

At first, all I could see was that I was in a white hospital room, with the curtains open and numerous flower vases on the windowsill. A tall guy came running over; like ew, what a freak. "Calum are you okay-"

What the fuck? Like how did this guy even know my name? And why did it hurt so much to think about him? In agony, I replied, "Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing in my hospital room?"

He looked so fucking baffled, I actually felt like laughing. He told me that he was 'Luke Hemmings', 'just a friend'. Pahaha, if he was my friend then why couldn't I remember him? Stupid fans. Always chasing my band down, spamming our Twitters, screaming till our ear drums snapped. God, there was a line, surely? Why were they allowed into their idol's rooms, without any form of security?

All of a sudden, a doctor came rushing in followed by Janice, Rebecca and Ashley. Wait. Were those their names? Or was it... Janine? Rachel? Ash...ton?

"Calum!" Ashley/Ashton gasped, hurrying over as well. "Calum mate, thank God you're okay. We were all so worried about you, fuck."

He forced himself onto me as if he was my father or something, rubbing his hand up and down on my sore back. "Thanks Ashton." He smiled back, signalling that I was right.

Then his smile disappeared. "Wait, so you don't have amnesia?"

The tall Luke guy turned away, pretending to look through a card. The doctor sorted me out, running small checks such as pulse and muscle pains. "I don't know, do I have amnesia? Cause if I'm honest, I'm really not fine at all," I joked, hoping someone would laugh. C'mon. It was our song. Mine, Ashton, and Michael's song. Right?

When no one laughed, I pouted. Michael, evidently having heard my awesome joke, came in too, smothering me in hugs and pats. "Cal... Cal you're okay... Do you... do you know who I am?" he asked between deep inhalations of air.

"Yes Mikey, yes I do."

He looked just as confused as Ashton had five seconds ago, and stood back, looking directly at Ashton. As if they were communicating through telepathy, they asked me if I knew Luke. "Well I do now. He just introduced himself, like five minutes ago."

Michael

Shit. How could he not remember Luke? Luke was his closest friend, the guy he shared everything with. I repeat, everything. Ashton and I kept exchanging glances, trying to get the other to say something. I finally won him over.

"C'mon man, don't you remember Luke?" Ashton teased, slightly awkwardly, and nudged Cal on the arm. "He's like your best bud."

"Is this something you're doing for a fan? Like a 'pretend your friends with Calum Hood' prize for the most creative artist. Did Luke win it?" Calum replied, completely unaware of the fact that Luke was practically in tears.