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

Past

Tegan's P.O.V
Boston, MA
June 2015

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After almost an eight hour flight, the plane landed. I had arranged for a driver to be here when I landed. It wasn't difficult.

I paced through the airport. There were a lot of teenage girls around. Some were screaming, and crying. What is this all about? It definitely wasn't a crowd for me. I shook my head. I need to focus. I left the airport, and found my ride.

I gave the driver the address to my parents' house. When we pulled into the neighborhood I was shocked, there were only really big houses. Not like million dollar houses, but a good several thousand.

"This is it," the driver spoke, stopping in front of a tan house, that had brick along the bottom.

"Thank you so much." I said, getting out of the car. I had paid him in advance.

I walked up the three cement steps, and stood on the small cement area before the door. There was a little black metal bench. I immediately looked for ashtrays, deciding I could find out if they're smokers.

My hand clenched into a fist, I tapped the door a couple times.

What if someone answers, but then just slams the door in my face? What if Clake didn't tell them I was coming? What if one of them is abusive? What if they're divorced, because one of them turned into a drug addict? Oh, my God I'm crazy! What am I doing here? This was a terrible idea!

I swiftly turned on my heel to run back down the steps. Just before I made my way down the steps the door swung open. My curiosity got the best of me, and I turned my face. A teenage boy stands there.

"Holy shit, you really came." He says.

"Clake?" I question.

"Yes, come in."

We got inside.

I sat down on the couch. I observed the room. The dark wooden floors shined, the carpet in the middle of the room didn't contain a single speck of dirt. The couch was furnished with perfect matching pillows. A giant flat screen TV sat on a giant TV stand.

The home was full of neatly arranged furniture, various photos of the three of them. It was warm, quiet, perfectly kept.

He sits down in a cushioned arm chair.

"How was your flight?" He asks, politely.

"It was fine."

"You've flown a lot?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"I'm sorry I still can't believe it, I have a pop star in my living room." He laughs, shaking his head.

He'd done his research.

I guess I do have a verified Twitter, didn't keep myself very secret.

"I'm not really a pop star." I chuckle, turning my head toward the hardwood floor, embarrassed.

Silence passed.

"So where are they?" I ask.

"They aren't home yet, they've been on a holiday." He still had his accent despite living in America.

"How long have you guys lived here?"

"Years," he answers shortly.

Later, he shows me to a guest room.

"Help yourself to the shower, Telly, any food." He offers.

"Thanks," I shift awkwardly.

Why would he ask me to come here if our parents aren't here?

On the bed in the bedroom was a box. I lifted the lid up. Inside was a shadow box. I picked it up to get a better look. Behind the glass was a certificate that said, "It's a girl". Below was a picture of a new born, obviously me. The bands from the hospital were framed, along with the outfit I was wearing in the picture. The outfit was pink with a little bow. It was so small. There were pictures of my foot prints, and ultrasounds. I was fascinated.

It was beautiful. A few tears streamed down my cheeks, but I got it together.

After showering, I found Clake to watch a movie. We pick a comedy. I laugh throughout, happily, relaxed for some reason.

"You laugh just like her," Clake mentions off handedly.

"I can't wait to meet her." I smile.

He smiles back.

During the movie my phone begins to vibrate.

Zaniac

My eyes widened.

"What's wrong?" Clake asked.

"N-nothing!" I fake laughed. "Fans must of got a hold of my number again. Oh, did I tell you I was adopted by a famous boy band?"

He makes a weird face.

~~~

Louis has been posting so much on Instagram it makes me so happy

I have a four day weekend

wooooo!!!