Fall (One Direction) [Sequel To Run]

Chapter Eleven

Louis

“What's the point of packing?” I complain. “It's not like I own anything!” Even though I do. It just doesn't feel like mine, because I've never seen any of it before.

Not that I remember.

“You own the whole flat” Harry says softly. “That's something.”

He's been upset since the meeting.

I guess I know why.

I'm leaving.

Even though I can't remember him, he remembers me, and I guess it's tough for him.

To lose me.

I have to try to think about what it would be like if Stan or Flynn forgot me, and I guess it would be hard to deal with that.

I dunno how I feel about going home, honestly.

Relief, mostly, but I feel bad for Harry, too.

I actually . . . don't hate him anymore.

“Hey, d'you wanna take this?” he asks now, shaking me out of my thoughts. He's holding a sweatshirt that I don't recognize, but I take it anyway.

“Sure” I say, packing it into my suitcase.

“I got you that for your birthday” Harry whispers, so quietly I don't think I'm supposed to hear him.

“It's nice” I say.

Harry sighs softly.

“Thanks” I say, my voice so soft that I wonder if I even want him to hear me.

He doesn't; or at least he doesn't acknowledge it.

I really want to go home, but I wish I didn't have to hurt him.

I wish I could remember him.

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Callin

“I'm sorry” Liam says quietly.

I look at him, puzzled as to why he's apologizing.

It's the first thing he's said to me since we started packing.

“Why?” I ask him.

“You're leaving” he says, but it's not just that.