Missing Pages (Book 2)

I'm Ready For This

THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO zarryforevz1D FOR THEIR WONDERFUL COMMENTS, AND INSPIRING ME TO HURRY UP AND WRITE THIS CHAPTER.
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Donny's POV~
I think if I ever see the word 'almost' ever again in my life I'll puke. I haven't a clue why I thought they were romantic once upon a time, but let me just tell you, I was wrong. Almost is not romantic. It's tragic. And anyone who says differently is a bloody idiot. You know what I should have said? ANYTHING. For example; I love you. Or I'm sorry you had to fall in love with a horrible excuse for a human who just happened to get you kidnapped and almos-no. I will not utter that fucking word-nearly. Yes that's better. Nearly killed.

Hell I could've even shouted; Never let go, Jack! And made my last moments with him be full of laugher and humiliation for the fact that, yes, I did just quote Titanic, and yes, that is my favorite movie of all time. No, Louis doesn't know, and I will never tell him. But at least it would've been more of a romantic story than 'almost together' '-no, almost forever.'

Like who the hell wants to tell that to their non-existent grandkids? Exactly, no one. I watched from my chair as everyone joked around with each other while Zayn and Harry were making lunch for everyone. My gaze landed on Louis, my lips curling into a smile. It's crazy how even when I didn't have my memories I still felt some sort of connection with him. It's like you open a book and the beginning and ending is there but the middle is ripped out, in the end you read about this boy who you must have met in these missing pages in the middle, and there is this voice in the back of your head screaming at you that this boy is special. You don't know why, you just feel it, in your gut. He's looking at you like you're the only person in the world, and that is such an incredible feeling for someone who always feels like the chewed up piece of gum on the street that somehow got stuck on the bottom of someone's shoe. You cling to that person, so you can continue to feel that blissful feeling of worthiness, and all of a sudden they hand you the middle pages, and suddenly you just know.

"It's you." I whispered to myself. Suddenly Louis plops down on my lap, and smile sat me, his blue-green eyes sparkling.

"What's me?" He asks curiously, I feel the warmth spread over my cheeks.

"You've always been the one thing in my life that made sense. Even when I wasn't myself." The pages were never missing, they were always right in front of me. I felt his lips moving against mine, and my eyes closed as I deepened the kiss. Tonight was New Years Eve, and since last year Louis and I were stuck in a dark room, torn away from civilization, and being threatened for our lives, well, I just wanted to make it special. But for someone who just got out of a six-no, wait-seven month coma, all I wanted to do was sleep. My body felt utterly exhausted. Which only leaves me feeling guilty, because I don't want to ruin anyone's fun. I feel like no matter what I do, I'm always trying to catch up to everyone else.

Apparently a lot can happen when you're in a coma.

Like Zayn graduating grade school, and taking classes at a university. On top of working as an auto-mechanic.

"I appreciate the compliment. But you didn't need me, you handle yourself quite well. I'm just here to support you." Louis said, pulling away, but only to rest his forehead upon mine.

"Oh, really? By bullying your friends, and teaming up with Zayn's maniac mother? Let's face it, I was a train wreck." I laugh, and his fingers clench around the collar of my shirt.