Falling ~A One Direction Fan Fiction~

Chapter 7: Mémoires Perdues

Anne's P.O.V.

"Where's Olivia and Harry?" I asked Gemma as I entered the kitchen.

"Harry's sleeping, and Olivia's attempting to shower," she responded and returned to cooking.

"Attempting?"

"Yeah, she fractured part of her leg. Nothing bad, but she has a cast--"

"Screw showering, it's too hard, and I'm starving!" someone whined as they clambered into the room.

"Language," I teased as she hugged me.

"I missed you," she mumbled.

"I missed you, too, but..." Don't sound rude. "Why'd you turn up so suddenly?"

"Louis and I got in a fight," she sighed.

"About?" She shook her head, signaling that she didn't want to talk about it, grabbed a banana, and left the room abruptly. "It must've been pretty bad."

"It was. Harry explained it to me, and if I were her, I wouldn't want to talk about it either. To sum it up, she did something, he over-reacted, and they were screaming at each other in the kitchen." She laughed and said, "I'm amazed Harry isn't ready to kill Louis for it."

"I never said I wasn't," came a deep voice from the doorway. "The only reason I haven't is cos Blake would kill me, and Louis' still my best mate."

"Are you sure she wouldn't appreciate you knocking some sense into him?" Gemma questioned.

"Positive," Harry started, but was cut off by Olivia walking back in.

"He's right, I still love him." A smirk crept onto her face as she continued, "And if anyone's beating him up, it's me."

"Fine," Harry and Gemma said together, and Olivia laughed a bit.

"Finally the family's back together!" she grinned. She sighed and leaned against Harry. "I missed it here."

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Olivia's P.O.V.

"I missed it here," I said as I looked around the kitchen at my family. We weren't related, but I still loved them. I pulled Harry down lower and whispered in his ear, "Louis called me a few times, and he texted me." The messages he left and the texts he sent were essentially the same, all saying that he messed up and that he was sorry.

Harry looked down at me, then back at Mum. "We'll be right back," he said as he took my hand and led me into the living room. "What do you want to do about it?"

 "I don't know. I'll go back in a few days, but you should go back. You have a job to do," I reminded him.

"But it's also part of my job to take care of you. So, since I'm such a good person," he smirked, "I'll stay here for 3 days. Then we have to go back. I don't care if you make up with Louis and get back together immediately, cos that's not my place to interfere. All I can say is that you will talk to each other civilly. Got it?"

I nodded. "Yes, ma'am," I giggled.

"You're not allowed to smile if you're sad!" he half-shouted.

"I don't care," I shrugged. He gasped and shook his head at me, but as he was about to say something, I cut him off. "Can you please get me some food?"

"Yes, ma'am!" He marched into the kitchen, but before he returned, my phone buzzed again. Another text from Louis.

-Olivia? I really am sorry. I shouldn't have acted like that. I shouldn't have said anything I did. I really do love you. Can you forgive me?-