Over Again

Drei // Three

“Just leave it in the sink, Julia will do it,” Louis spoke as he extended his hand for Melanie to grab.

She sighed and did as he told her but leant against the sink with her hands gripping onto the marble and looked at him, “I’m not used to this. At home I always do something in the household. Always did, it feels weird to just leave it there for someone else to do it when it was me who ate off the plate. Julia didn’t even eat anything.”

Louis raised an eyebrow at her and nodded his head. “Yeah, I know,” he replied and shrugged, shuffling his feet forward until his hip was connecting with hers. “It was weird for me at first too because I always did housework myself as well when mum was working or watching after the girls. But now I’m rarely home and I don’t have much time to do all of it.”

She smiled at him and shrugged with a nod, “I guess you’re right… but is there anything in this household you do?”

Before he replied he tilted his head to the side and licked his lip as his mouth broke into a full blown grin and at the same time as the words left his lips, he chuckled quietly, “Yeah,” he whispered and moved forward until Melanie could feel his breath on her skin, “you.”

The girl gasped and shoved his shoulder although there was a grin, which she tried to hide but failed miserably at the attempt. “You idiot!”

He chuckled and raised an eyebrow with a smug grin, “You love it, really.”

She rolled her eyes but let him slip his hand around her waist as he kissed her and whispered against her lips, “Maybe I should do some housework now, huh?”

Louis flinched as the door opened and finally a nurse came in. Immediately she started talking to Melanie as he just stood there, more than just a few inches between him and the bed, and he wished he was able to understand what was said. Where was her father? He could translate for him.

“Wer sind Sie?” The nurse asked but Louis just looked at her puzzled.

“I don’t understand,” he told her and looked back to where Melanie watched him with big yet unsure eyes. How could she not know who he was? Why did this have to happen?

On the one hand he was glad because he feared that she hated him now and obviously now she couldn’t hate him, but on the other hand… it fucking sucked that she had literally no idea who he was.

So this was what it felt like to the fans when he didn’t notice them. Maybe it was something different because he shared actual memories with her, memories only he remembered now and nobody else. He knew what it felt like to kiss her or hold her hand or entangle their legs at night even though she always had cold feet when she slipped into the bed at night.

But still… for the first time, he could understand actually understand the desperation the fans had when he didn’t notice them and he gulped because this feeling really, really hurt.

“I asked you who you were,” the nurse told Louis and his head snapped up; he had zoned out once again.

“My name is Louis. Louis Tomlinson,” he spoke slowly and as clear as possible since the nurse had a strong accent – it was often a sign here that people didn’t speak too much English.

“How are you related to her?” She kept asking and Louis’s eyes scanned over Melanie’s face, who was still just watching him.

“We… I, we’re friends,” he stuttered. Saying those words hurt more than he had thought – he knew that he would have to tell the world sooner or later that Melanie was no longer his girlfriend but actually saying it out loud was even worse than imagining to say it loud.