I felt the sunlight hitting my face. I covered my face with the blankets. I let out a groan of frustration. I’m so tired. I snorted and got up from the bed. I stretched my arms, yawned and scratched my eyes. When I opened them I noticed that I’m not in my room. Not my bed, not my walls. My stomach started to clench with anticipation. I look at my body in the mirror and my heart stopped. I’m dressing a shirt, and it’s not mine. I look at my face and it was different and my hair was different. I got off from the room.
“Mom?” I whispered. I don’t know this house, what am I doing here? I bit my lip and in my tip-toes I went downstairs. I saw an open door. Living room. It had a big television, and three sofas and a big table in the middle and a big scarlet carpet on the floor and the lamps were big and black and the living room was big and had a beautiful color. I sighed. I turned my head to another door and at the first sight looked like a kitchen. I entered, and as soon as I put my foot in the floor of that space, my heart stopped. I gasped. A man was in the kitchen drinking water. I swallowed. I could see his back and he was wearing a pair of black boxers. My eyes stopped in his arse, I let out a little moan. He turned. I widened my eyes. It can’t be. I drank last night? I was so drunk that I can’t remember that I slept with Louis Tomlinson? What the fuck is going on? He smiled. I bit my lip. I felt my heart race.
“Oh babe! You’re awake…” He put the glass on the counter. “I wanted to make some breakfast for you” he came closer to me, gave me a soft kiss in the lips and grabbed my waist. I was speechless. My mind was so blank and I was so confused. He kissed me. Louis fucking Tomlinson kissed and called me ‘babe’. “Good morning sexy!” I can’t breathe. I unwrapped his arms.
“What am I doing here?” he furrowed his eyebrows but then his face lightened up almost like he was having a ‘eureka’ moment.
“Oh! So you’re playing that game again” he smirked. He pushed my body against his. I gasped. My heart pounding faster. He was here. He was holding me. He. But it can’t be. This is a dream.
“I’m not playing… What am I doing here?” I bit my lip. He laughed. Stop laughing.
“Mommy!” I heard a little soft voice. Louis looked through my shoulder and smiled.
“We can continue this game later!” he whispered in my ear. He unwrapped my waist and I felt two little arms grabbing my leg.
“Mommy!” I want to cry. I looked at her. She had a dummy in her mouth. Her skin was tan like Louis and her eyes were so blue and sparkly, and her hair was like mine. Caramel. I felt my face burning. I gasped. She was smiling at me and holding my leg. I don’t remember her.
“Kate, what’s wrong?” I looked to him. I shook my head. I walked my way to the bedroom. I ran upstairs and closed the door. I jumped to the bed and curled my knees until they touch my chest. The tears started falling from my eyes. This is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream. Time to wake up now, please. I felt a hand on my knee. I looked up. He’s still here. He’s here in front of me. The tears were more. Why is this happening? Why am I here? Is this a joke? I want this to stop. “Babe… what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he looked worried.
“I just need to be alone for a moment… please?” I don’t know what else to say. His hand caressed my knee. I looked to his hand and I saw a wedding ring, and then I looked to my hand and I saw the same ring. We’re married. “I really need to be alone…” the tears, and the heartache.
“It’s okay love!” He smiled softly and gave me a kiss in the forehead, leaving the room. I sobbed. I wiped the tears that ran down my face and I began looking at my phone in the middle of the clothes scattered on the floor. I found one, it wasn’t mine. Well, I don’t remember it. I unlocked the screen and Louis and the baby girl showed up. They were both smiling at the camera. Sparkling blue eyes, shining smiles and little dimples. They look happy. I looked through my contacts. I don’t know this people. Andrea McKinnon (assistant), Boobear <3, Camille Laurence (boss), Danielle, Fizzy, George Lisbon, Harry, Johanna, Liam, Lottie, Marcus Simpson, Niall, Peter Salmon, Rita White (Silver), Taylor Oil, Zayn. I took a deep, deep breath. More than a hundred names that I don’t know. I don’t know who to call, and where are my parents’ numbers? I saw Danielle here. I decided to call her. I don’t know why, but I pressed the green button. I took a deep breath. I was sitting on the floor with my phone in my ear. Beep, beep, beep.
“Good morning, darling! Are you alright?” her voice in the other side of the line.
“Hi…” I murmured.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know?”
“What’s wrong, love?” the tears again. I sniffled and sobbed. “Don’t cry! You and Louis had a fight?” I took a deep breath. “I’m worried, talk to me.” I’m speechless. “Babe, who is it?” I heard Liam’s voice. “It’s Kate.” She said. I heard him murmuring something to her but I didn’t understand. “Kate, talk to me love, please!”
“I don’t know what’s wrong. I feel like I’m eighteen… but I’m not eighteen anymore… and I’m married and I have a daughter.”
“Love… We should have a coffee... I’ll pick you up at 12 ok?”
“Ok…” she finished the call. Louis entered in the room again. I looked to him. He gave me his hand to help me get up from the floor. “Thank you”
“You’re ok?” I sighed.
“I guess.”
“You want to talk?” I shook my head.
“No. I’m meeting Danielle at noon.” He smiled.
“Oh, ok! My mom came to pick up Silver; she will spend the day with them.” The baby girl’s name is Silver. I nodded. He kissed my forehead. “I love you” he said against my skin. I bit my cheek from the inside. He disappeared. I sat on the bed. What is this?
