Remember Me //[Sequel to Promise Me] Completed [✔️]

Babe

Tegan's P.O.V
June 2015

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"It's got to be here somewhere!" I spoke to myself, searching through files in Zayn's desk.

I was looking for the printed article from my first concert. I know Zayn kept it. It's got to be around here somewhere.

A file that had, "TEGAN SWALLOWS" on the tab caught my eye. I pulled it out of the desk drawer. I set it on the desk, and opened it. Inside was my birth certificate:

"Date Filed: May 12th, 2000

Tegan Jane Swallows
Date of Birth: April 13, 2000
Sex: Female
Country of Birth: Leyton, London

Mother's Maiden Name: Adele M.
Caplin
Mother's Age: 20

Mother's State of Birth: Leyton, London

Father's Name: Franz L. Swallows
Father's Age: 23

Father's State of Birth: Edmond,
England"

Whoa, I have never even seen this before. Where has this been all my life? Franz and Adele, well, that's exotic. I looked at the paper behind it to see medical forms from when I was a baby. I skimmed the paper only noticing all my shots were in different cities. What the fluck? I hate reading, so I put the papers down and looked at pictures.

The first picture was in a hospital room. A woman was sitting in a hospital bed, holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket. A man was sitting in the chair next to her, with a little boy on his lap. The three people were admiring the baby in the woman's arms. At the bottom of the photograph was written, "from left to right: Adele, Tegan, Franz & Clake. April 13th, 2000". That's me? With my mom, and my dad, and Clake? Who's Clake? I just moved on to the next photograph. This one was a card. I recognized it as a birth announcement, with a picture, and fancy print.

"Welcome with love,
Tegan
Jane
April 13th, 2001 7:03 PM
7 lbs. 8 oz.
19 inches long
————proud parents ————
Franz & Adele Snyder"

"Tegan!" Zayn's voice called. "Tegan! Where are you?"

My eyes grew wide, and I quickly started shoving everything back in the folder.

"I'm in the office!" I called, placing the file back where it was.

"What are you doing in here?" Zayn asked, coming through the doorway.

"Um," what did I even come in here for?

"Whatever, we don't have time. You have a photoshoot in ten minutes!" Zayn informed me.

"I do?" I questioned.

"Yes! Get your shoes, we gotta go now." Zayn told me, leaving the office.

I went to my room, and slipped on some cheap white flip flops. I would be changing my clothes anyways. I went out to the car, Zayn was already in there.

The ride was silent.

I had so many questions in my head. I just didn't know where to start, or if I should even ask anything.