Amnesia // l.r.h

Chapter 12 - Airplanes

"Well, I'm supposed to leave again in two weeks to be away for a little more than two months.." I told her.

"Oh. That's a long time," Peyton sighed.

"But I'm not leaving until you're better, okay? I'm staying with you as long as I can. Even if my manager says I can't, I will. I won't listen to him because sometimes he can be a big meanie."

Peyton giggled, "I bet he is a big meanie. You don't get to stay home very much."

"I don't, no, but that's part of my job. I chose to do that. It's my fault, but I enjoy my job. Someday I hope to convince my manager to let you come on a tour."

"That would be amazing," she smiled brightly.

"Yeah, it would be amazing, wouldn't it? You'd be able to be with me all of the time, and you'd be able to spend time with the other three boys: Calum, Ashton, and Michael."

"Those are the other boys in your band?" She wondered, and I nodded. She asked another question, "what instruments do you guys play?"

"I play guitar, and I'm the lead singer. Michael also plays guitar and sings. Calum plays the bass guitar and sings quite a bit. Ashton plays drums and sings, but he doesn't sing much."

"That's cool! I want to listen to some of your music," she told me, and her face lit up when I told her I had one of our albums in my car. I played it for her.

"What's this song?" She questioned.

"This is one of your favorites, Peyton. This is Airplanes."

"It is a really good song," she smiled, swaying her head as she listened.

"I know you love this song. You tell me that all of the time," I chuckled.

"How do we see each other when you're on tour?" She got back into asking me questions.

"We use Skype, where we can see each other through my laptop and your laptop screens."

"That sounds cool!" she exclaimed, "can we try it when we get home?"

"No, Peyton. It doesn't work very well if you are really close together, at least mine doesn't."

"Oh, okay. I guess I'll have to wait to see what it does. It sounds like it's really nice."

"It is. It's great because I get to see your beautiful face every day, even if I'm not next to you."

"That is good, isn't it?" She smiled and looked at me. We were about to pull into her driveway to her house.

"It's great," I agreed with her.

"So how long did you say you were staying at home?"

"As long as I want. I'm not leaving until you're better and you remember me. We've been dating for about three years now, and I don't want you to lose all of the memories we had together. I want to stay here and help you remember. You'll have to try really hard to remember for me, okay?"

"Okay," she nodded, smiling. I parked the car in her driveway, right behind her mum's car that was beside Maria's car. They had all got here just a minute before Peyton and I did.

"I don't remember this house! Where's my house?!" She exclaimed.

"Well, Peyton, you moved when you were fourteen; you've lived here for five years now."

"I don't remember this at all," she repeated as we walked closer. I opened the door for her, and she slowly walked in.

"Peyton, do you want me to show you around? Or do you want Paisley or your mum or Maria to show you around?" I asked her.

"I.. I want Paisley to show me around. Then we can maybe sit down and talk more, all of us: mum, Paisley, Maria, and you."

"That's a good idea, Peyton," I nodded, finding Paisley to show Peyton around.

"Pais," I got her attention once I found her in the kitchen, "Peyton wants you to show her around the house.."

"Okay. Thank you, Luke, for bringing her home," she smiled, "what did you guys talk about?"

"Mainly the band.. And tours," I sighed.

Paisley patted my shoulder, "you'll be okay, Luke. She'll be fine, too."

Paisley walked over to Peyton who was still at the entrance and began to show her around the house. I found this the perfect opportunity to tell Linda what I needed to tell her.

"Maria, would I be able to talk to Linda in private?" I wondered.

"Yes, of course. I should probably get going anyways. I haven't been home since yesterday afternoon. My mum and dad will probably want me home," she explained, then looked to Linda, "tell Peyton I'll talk to her later, okay?"

"You've got it, Maria," Linda smiled. As Maria walked past me, she hugged me and whispered in my ear, "good luck."

I had told Maria weeks ago what I was thinking about. She knew what I was talking about when I said I wanted to talk to Linda alone. She knew exactly what I was saying.

"Linda," I sat at the kitchen table next to her, "I've been thinking, and during this break.." I sighed, "I was going to propose to Peyton."