Start It All Over Again

Wallets, Clothes, and White Marble Sinks

Louis'  Point of View

Harry finally moved his cute little tush (I say that mockingly) out of the doorway, so I carried the girl up the stairs and sat her on the ledge of the white marble countertop.

I ran a cloth under the faucet and wrung it until it was just damp, and placed it on her forehead. I pushed her light brown hair out of her heart shaped face. The blood began to fill up the white towel until it turned into a red towel. She winced and I tried to smile through my concern. I got another towel and placed it again on the wound.

I was growing more worried by the second. Soon, it began to clot. Finally. I breathed a sigh of relief. I took the cloth off of her head and looked in her eyes. They were gorgeous- kind of greenish brown with yellow suns. "So, beautiful, how old do you think you are?"

She cocked her head to the right like a puppy. "I... I don't know."

"How about you look for yourself?"

She turned around and looked at herself in the large mirror. She ran her hand through her hair, before looking into my eyes in the mirror and shaking her head. "Hard to tell."

"Hmm." I agreed. Just then, Harry burst through the door yelling eagerly, "DO YOU HAVE A WALLET!?"

A bit startled, she said, "I don't know, let me check." She put both her hands in her jacket pockets, the front ones in her jeans and then the back. She was unsuccessful.

"Damn it," Harry muttered. "If you had your license, we would know exactly who you are and where you live."

"Well, I'm definitely American. Are we in America? Why do you have British accents? Where the hell are we?" Harry and I kind of looked at each other and chuckled a bit.

"We're in London," I told her.

"Then what am I doing here? Do I live here? Am I visiting someone? Goddamn it," she said, frustrated.

"I'm guessing you're just visiting. I'm going to say that you're at least eighteen if you were allowed to come all the way across the world by yourself to one of our co-" Harry started to say, but I covered his mouth with my hand.

"Your what?" She asked, her eyebrows kind of furrowed confusedly.

"Harry. Can I see you outside for a second?" I asked. He stared at me like I had an ear where my nose should be and finally nodded.

"One moment, sweetheart," I said, closing the door as we left.

"I don't want you to tell her that we're... In a band. That's famous."

"Really famous," Harry interjected as a joke, but I wasn't quite in the mood.

"Look, I don't want her to feel like she's imposing on us by staying here, just because we're in One Direction. She doesn't even remember who we are right now. Let's just keep it that way so she doesn't feel any pressure or get upset- or anything that could come along with that information."

Harry sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. She might also worry what the tabloids would say about her if she were to know," Harry agreed.

"They might say some awful things about her- it's best if she doesn't even know that there's a chance that they could," I added.

"Okay, so, we let her stay here. For how long?" He asked.

"Until her memory returns. We owe her that."

"I owe her nothing."

"Okay, okay. But how can you deny her cute face?"

Harry sighed. "What if her memory NEVER returns?" He asked.

I hadn't thought of that. "Can that- is that possible?"

"Probably!"

"Fuck. Well, then... Well someone must put out a search for her sooner or later. Even if she lives in America!"

"Do you think it'll reach all the way here?"

"Her parents have to know that she's in London. If anything, it'll reach us here first."

"Okay." Harry nodded. "I guess everything's okay."

I patted his shoulder and smiled at him. "Thanks, Harold." He stuck his tongue out at me for using his full name and pushed me away jokingly.

I opened the bathroom door to find her kneeling on the countertop,  putting her hair up in a ponytail with one of Eleanor's hair tie things. She smiled at me through the mirror and once she was done, I helped her down from the sink.

"So. What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Sleep. I have such a headache, thanks to you," she said. We both laughed and I showed her to the guest room.

I was about to leave when she asked me, "What am I supposed to wear?" She said this in a really sad voice, like this was the worst thing in the world. I couldn't help but laugh.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing. I just..." I smiled. "We'll go shopping in the morning."

"But. I don't have any money."

"I know that. I'm going to pay."

"No. No you're not. I will not accept that. Just get me hand me downs. Got any older sisters? A girlfriend? A mom? Possibly a grandmother, though I hope that's not the only option?" I laughed.

"Well, I have four sisters and one half sister, but they're not older than me. I have a mum and a grandmum, but I would never make you or let you wear their clothes. I also have a girlfriend, but she's 5'8"," I said, looking at her small stature, at least four or five inches shorter than El.

"Oh..." She said. A pause. "How tall are your sisters?"

"Shut up!" I exclaimed, laughing. "I'm buying you stuff and you're accepting it."

She laughed. "Well, okay. If you insist..."

"I do. I most certainly do."

"So, are you sure you and Harry aren't going to molest me in my sleep?" I raised my eyebrows at her.

"Does that look like something I would do?"

"Eh, maybe. I still have only known you for, what? An hour? Maybe two?"

"Okay. Fair enough." I smiled. "And to answer your question, you already know I won't."

"Louis, I'm scared. I hate to be a whiny little bitch, though I very well could be one all the time, I don't really know. But I'm scared."

"Don't be, babe. Everything will be just fine. I pro-"

"Don't promise me anything. Don't promise something you don't have control over. But, I hope you're right. I think you're right."

I kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you, Louis."

"Goodnight, love."

Just before I closed the door, I heard a whispered, "Goodnight."

Hi. I hope you liked this chapter I wrote while I am supposed to be finishing my summer homework. ;) More today or tomorrow!

L-O-V-E,

~Kara Rose :) xx n_n