A Forgotten Past

His voive

We all gathered around the living room.

Each person told stories about the greatest time we had together.

At some point I didn't pay attention to them, my mind drifted to Zayn.

I didn't know why, he just came to my head. He told me he was my boyfriend, Bria and Sandra said that he was my boyfriend. I want to believe them, but I don't. I don't remember anything about him.

My heart dropped when his face filled with sadness once I told him I didn't remember him.

Everyone stayed for another two hours, then everyone left.

"How are you feeling?" Bria asked as she took me to my room.

Sandra was downstairs cleaning up after the mess we made.

"Okay, I mean I'm overwhelmed." I said, "But, it's nice to see I have tons of friends."

"That's good." Bria said, smiling.

We stopped in front of a door that spelled out my name.

"Um this is your room." Bria waved towards the door, "If you need anything my room is just right here," She pointed to the door across my room, "Sandra's room is just down this hall last one on the right."

I quickly hugged her, "Thank you," I whispered, "What would I do without you?"

Bria quickly hugged me back "I missed you." She whispered.

I smiled, I'm glad to have her and Sandra as a friend. I pulled away, "I missed you too," I smiled, "Well good night."

"Good night." Bria reply as she walked inside her room.

Just as I was about to enter my room I heard Bria call my name, "Lexi?"

I faced her, "Yeah?"

"I'm glad you're back. It was getting kinda lonely without you." Bria said sweetly.

"I'm glad I'm back." I said.

With that Bria walked into her room, closing the door behind her. I turned to my room. I opened it then walked inside.

My room was amazing! Their not a single wall that was just plain. Band posters covered the wall. Picture of me with people. Their was a lot of pictures of Zayn and I. In the middle of the room my white cover bed stood, next to it was a white night stand. Across my bed was a big flat screen tv. There was a desk with different books, and a laptop.

I looked around carefully, trying to take in every little thing. I walked to the closest. I've never seen so much clothes in my life, well that I could remember. I must have been a fashionista. I pulled out a pair of leggings along with a long sleeve shirt. It felt so comfortable.

I laid down on the bed, it was the soft and so big. I loved every single thing about the bed. I sat up, looking around my room once more time trying to take everything again.

I looked at my night stand and saw a phone. It must have been my phone. I quickly picked it up.

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ZAYN POV

I was laying down on my bed, as I was blasting to my music. My hands behind my head. My mind drifted to Lexi.

I wanted to see her today and go to that homecoming party, but I knew it was best if she got her space. Also I didn't go because it hurts to see Lexi not remember anything about me or what we had together. That's not going to stop me.

I'm going to make her fall in love with me again, because that's how much she meant to me.

My phone started ringing, I picked it up from beside me. I answered it without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" I said.

"Zayn?"

I shot up, the voice I've been dying to hear, sweet like honey, so delightful  "Lexi?"

"Oh God this is weird, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called." She said.

"No, it's fine. I was just thinking about you." I confessed.

"I.. I have too," Lexi said, "I can't stop thinking about you. I'm sorry I called."

"Why did you call anyways?" I asked, smiling. She was thinking about me.

"I couldn't go to sleep, because I've wanted to hear your voice. Wow that's creepy." She giggled.

Oh that giggle I've missed the sound of it. It always made my day.

"No, it's not," I smiled, "Um before... You would call me every night before you went to say and made me sing to you."

"Can you sing to me right now?" She said.

My heart fluttered a little bit. I missed this, I mean when she remembered.

"Um sure." I said softly, "Little did you know..." I sung happily.

This has brought so many memories. Me singing to her when she couldn't sleep made me feel whole again. When she was in the coma I never felt so alone. I couldn't see her beautiful brown eyes, I couldn't hear her voice or giggles. Now, she was awake. Even if she didn't remember me, she was awake, alive! That all that matters to me.

I finished the song, and I could hear her soft snores. I smiled, I wish she could understand how much I loved her, and how much I still love her.

"Goodnight love." I whispered into the phone.

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-xx Sandra