Everything About You ➳ l.p

17} Home?

♡Emily's POV♡

After a couple weeks of therapy I finally get to go home. I'm riding in a car with the five boys. Apparently my memory still hasn't come back because I don't remember anything. I still don't remember these lads at all. I don't recall seeing them.

Supposedly there in a band named One Direction but I've never heard of it... Oh and I have a best friend named Melissa. I don't remember a Melissa but we're really close I guess.

Not long after Liam explains things to me we pull up at a Random House. I don't recognize this house... It was unfamiliar and I started to get uneasy.

"W-where are we? I want to go home." I say slowly.

"Emily you live with us now." Harry says.

"We will take care of you don't worry..." Zayn says with a smile.

"What about my parents?"

Liam and Harry exchange a glance but my question goes unanswered. We climb out of the car and I'm met by a huge house painted light blue and a black roof. It has four windows on the front, the one on the top right the only one consisting of a balcony.

"Your house is huge..." I say in bewilderment.

"It's roomy, but it's not huge." Louis says with a smile.

As I walk through the door I saw a girl pacing back-and-forth nervously. When she finally caught my eye she ran up to me and hugged me.

"Emily! I'm so glad you're okay!" She cries.

"Um... Who are you?" I ask curiously, awkwardly standing still while she squeezed me in her arms.

"I'm Melissa... Your best friend?"

I gave her a confused look when she pulled away. She looked at Liam and Liam shook his head not saying a word. She looked back at me and tear started to roll down her cheeks.

"Sorry... I can't remember anything..." I say and shrug my shoulders.

"Yeah it seems that way doesn't it?" Melissa says sadly, walking towards the door.

As she walks out the front door I feel pang of guilt in my chest. I want to remember. I want to know what did this to me. What I did to myself... Why do my arms look like this? Do my parents know about it? Do they care?

"Harry?" I call out and the curly haired boy spins around to face me.

"Yeah?" He answers.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I ask.

"Sure." He says walking in my direction.

Liam moves in front of him and murmurs something too low for me to hear. Harry nods and walks around him. He passes me and walks up the stairs and I follow him. He stops in front of the door and enters the room. When I walk in the room is painted purple with a white carpet. There's a large bed in one corner, decorated with a zebra print duvet. Purple curtains hang in front of the glass door that leads out to the balcony. A full length mirror stands next to the dresser on the opposite wall of the bed.

He sat down on the bed and I shut the door behind me. He sighed deeply and looked at me.

"I assume you want me to answer some of your questions." He says and I sit next to him.

"Yeah... If you don't mind..." I say and tug on my long sleeve nervously.

"Not at all. But why'd you ask me?"

I paused. Why did I ask him? I don't really know... His name was really the only one that stuck on my tongue.

"I don't know... Why?" I ask taking a glance at him.