Just Hold On [l.t] *ON HOLD*

Three

A/N: Hehe, enjoy ;)

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Today was the day I would be able to take Louis home with me to our wonderful house. If he still had his loving mother Jay around, he most likely would be going home with her at this time. But after all, I was the closest thing to family as he had— besides his siblings of course. I was his girlfriend. His depressed girlfriend, who had no one but him to cuddle with. Or talk to in that matter.

"So, what does our house look like? Is it nice?" Louis continued to question, causing me to look through the front view mirror every once in a while and smile.

"You're famous. So to answer your question, yes. You live in a really nice house," I interjected, "It has a very large movie theater, a bar room, a pool, and much more."

"Dang, I have a good life," He seemed so clueless yet childish. The way he smiled excitingly was beyond cute, "Where's your family?"

There he goes. Bringing up that sour subject, that I intentionally didn't want to talk about. It reminded me of the time he first asked me that question. A couple years ago, during our first date. It was a tragic, and depressing story to tell. But I couldn't leave him in the dust about it.

"Um, they where murdered in front of me when I was in kindergarten," I awkwardly looked down at the steering wheel and licked my lips, "It's really hard not to have nightmares about it every once in a while. I remember the night like it was yesterday."

"Oh my god Ivy, I'm so so-"

"It's like my dad had been possessed or something. I'd never seen someone so evil in my entire existence," A single tear ran down my cheek, "He shot my mom in the head after they got into a fight. I ran into a hiding spot only I could hide in. And watched him shoot my older sister, and brother. Halley and Brent. Once he accomplished that. He killed himself. All in front of his youngest daughter."

Louis was speechless. His lips where stuck in an "o" and his pupils shrunk a size. After staring like that for at least two minutes, he gulped. Then slouched deeper into the passenger chair.

"I told you that story once before," I spoke once more, "You had the same reaction."

"I'm all you have left. Isn't that right?" He bit his lips intensely, and widened his eyes.

"I don't want to make you feel terrible. Because none of this was your fault. But you pretty much are the only good thing I have in my life," I took a deep breath in, "I haven't talked to my relatives in years. It's like they vanished."

"I'm so sorry for putting you through all of this. It's obvious your life is already troubled," He closed his eyes for a brief moment, "I'll regain my memory sooner or later. And remember how much I loved you."

I parked the car, and looked over at him with a halfway smile, "Just know. That we did love each other," My voice cracked a little bit, "I just keep promising myself that you'll be okay. And I hope you will."

He placed his hand on top of mine, "I will. Now let's try to regain those memories in the meantime."

I brought him into our house, his eyes lighting up the entire time. I had never seen him so excited before in my life, besides the time I said yes to being his girlfriend.

"Oh my god, oh my god! This is insane! Where's my son, damn. My life is good," He cheered, running through the house like a two year old and getting into everything he possibly could.

"Do you want me to call Briana and have her bring him over?" I suggested. Relieved to be in the comfort of my own home, on the couch. I hadn't slept for almost a week. Having nightmares and such.