Dont forget (sequel to remeber me)

Chapter 6

*2 months later

-Layla's POV

Bryan's coming over tonight to meet my parents. Hopefully it goes better then when my dad met my moms parents.

My mom is in the kitchen making barbecue pork. My dad is watching the football game (soccer in England) and I'm getting ready.

I walk over to my walk in closet and try to pick what to wear. So many options.

I decide on black jeans and I purple tank top with a white lace cropped top over it. Then I walk over to my shoe closet and decide on white jeweled sandals. Then I go to my vanity and put on some purple eye shadow the same shade of my tank top. Some black eyeliner and some mascara. Then I put on my foundation. Next hair. I decide to straighten it which I rarely ever do.

I walk over to my full length mirror and I have to say I look pretty good.

I go downstairs and my mom is setting up the white table cloth with silver wear and plates.

"Woooooohoooooooo!!!!!!" I heard my dad scream. I walked to the living room and see him with his arms up screaming at the football game. Then I realize he's wearing his football shirt.

"Hey dad do you mind putting on some fancier clothes?"

"Come on! Get it! Get it!! YEEESSSS!!!"

I walk over and turn off the TV.

"Hey what was that for?"

"Dad please! Bryan will be here in 10 minutes!"

"Okay okay" he said getting up off the couch.

What's next. I looked down at the floor and realized it was a mess. Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhh.

I straitened up the coffee tables, folded the blankets, and swept the floor.

My dad came in wearing a blue and brown checkered shirt with some nice jeans. Good enough.

My mom was putting the food on plates and making drinks.

The doorbell rang and my dad sat on the couch and pulled out his phone.

"DAD WAHT ARE YOU DOING!!?" I said freaking out.

"Trying to make it look natraul."

I rolled my eyes and walked to the door.

"Hey Bryan" I said giving him a hug.

"Hey Layla." He said hugging back.

"Hi Bryan I'm Ally, Layla's mom" my mom said reaching a hand out.

"Hello Mrs.Tomlinson." He replied shaking her hand.

"Dad." I whispered and motioned towards Bryan.

"Oh hi I'm Louis." My dad said getting up and shaking his hand.

We had dinner and started talking and letting my parents get to know Bryan.

He was holding my hand under the table and rubbing the top of my hand slightly with his thumb which I loved.

All of a sudden my throat hurt. Like really hurt. I started coughing and freaking out.

"Layla! What's wrong!! Are you okay!!!?" Bryan screamed.

I clutched my throat and signaled I couldn't breath.

I REALLY couldn't breath. No no. Not again. Then it all was jut a blur.