Did You Say Louis Tomlinson? (Can't Fight This Feeling Sequel)

Chapter 8

"Seriously." I say banging my head on the bed.

"Wha-"

"This is just like a romance novel oh my god. This is fucking cliche. Is this The Vow or something?" I start ranting. I'm more angry than sad.

"What do you mean cliche?" he asks curiously.

"I mean I'll ask you what you can remember and you'll tell me you remember everything except the last year or so and then the doctor will come in and tell me he's not sure how long this'll last and that your memory might return anytime. Jesus it's in every teenage romance sap." I say putting my face in my hands.

"Well sadly I think you're pretty on point. I remember everything up to senior year. From there it's a blur." He says nonchalantly. I groan agitated. The door clicks open and the doctor walks in.

"I told you there was one thing you needed to know." He practically scolds.

"I got it Doc." I say annoyed.

"We're not sure when-" he starts.

"You're not sure when he'll get his memory back. It could happen at anytime." I cut him off finishing his words.

"Yes. The pills had a possible side effect of memory loss so when he OD'ed on them it malfunctioned and caused this. It's a type of amnesia that's very common for people who OD." he explains. I laugh bitterly and it fills the room uncomfortably.

"Of course it is. Thanks Doc! Your team is a real big shitty help! Can I take Louis home now?" I say harshly. He gives me a pitiful look and nods.

I look over at Louis and he looks extremely uncomfortable.

"Sorry." My voice softens and the doctor is gone.

"It's okay I know this must be hard." He says. I nod sadly.

"So what were we then?" he asks. I give him a questioning look.

"Like we're you my friend or what?" he explains. I feel sick. Only it's not like mom said, I can't just take a break from this. This is here. This is inescapable.

What do I tell him? I don't want to scare him. I don't want to overwhelm him. But I love him. How can I pretend I don't?

"We were dating." I say looking away.

"Oh" he says looking down awkwardly.

"We better check out now." I say standing up.

•••

Louis' POV
"This is your dorm." Marcel says sadly, opening the door. I feel so bad. I'm trying so hard to remember but I just can't. He rushed ahead of me into the bathroom. I hear him muttering and when I walk in he's cleaning pills off the floor.

"IM SORRY, CEL" Is written in bloody red lipstick on the mirror. Must've been my note I guess. Why did I try to commit? I'm trying so hard to understand but I just can't, I guess I never will unless I'm at that place again.

"Sorry about this," He says sweeping pills into the trash. "I didn't have time to come back and clean up."

"It's okay. It's my fault anyway." I think it was supposed to be a joke but it didn't come out right. He sighs and shakes his head.

"It's truly mine."

He stands back up and grabs a paper towel, wiping the lipstick away.

"Your dormmates name is Chris. I texted him the situation. I think I should head back to my dorm before I cause more trouble." He runs a hand through his curls and walks out of the bathroom. He's opening the front door when I call out.

"Wait"

He turns back expectantly.

"Can I come with you? I mean this place feels weird and I don't want to be alone." I say nervously looking at the floor.

"Uh yeah sure." He says continuing his way out. I follow him down the hall to elevator. We ride up a few floors and walk down another hall before reaching his room. It's empty when we enter.

"You wanna watch a movie?" he asks. I nod.

So he lets me choose The Breakfast Club off Netflix. I lay on his cozy bed while he lays on the floor. I feel bad for letting him lay there but us being on the small bed together is too much.

Marcel's POV

A half hour before the movie is over, Louis falls asleep. So I collect the laptop carefully and put it away. I go back to Louis and brush the hair from his closed eyes. I kiss his forehead softly and whisper,

"I love you."