Chapter 7
FLASHBACK
“Who are you?”
Harry’s POV
“What do you mean Lou?”
“What? Who’s Lou? Are you talking to me?” Louis asks me with an even more confused expression. I look behind me to see Liam pacing back and forth biting his nails nervously. I think his anxiety is acting up again.
“Don’t you remember me? I’m your best mate! One Direction?” I lean over, and question Louis.
“I’m sorry, I don’t recognize you, any of you.” He says leaning away from us. Oh shit…
“Ohh, Louis your so funny. Oh he’s a pranksta!” Niall says in a valley girl voice, laughing. He nudges Louis and laughs again. Louis winces as Niall elbows his broken rib, and looks at our faces with wide eyes. Louis genuinely looks confused, and scared.
“Guys, I think this is more serious then it looks. Look at Louis face. He doesn’t remember us.” I stumble in horror as I look around at my best friends. They all lean in and look at Louis.
“Remember when the studio pranked us?”
“ Remember when after I got out of the shower in x factor house you stole my towel in front of everybody.”
“Do u remember when you picked Paul’s nose cause he had a huge boog?
“Don’t you remember us?”
We all chime in at once.
“Wow that sounds so fun, call me in next time!” Louis winks. Aw, even when he has 3 broken ribs, and doesn’t remember anything he’s as cute as can be. But my bestie doesn’t remember me, all of our good times went down the garbage.
“Only love’s true kiss can wake him up from this daze.” Niall says in a very wise voice. I think why not, another excuse to kiss Louis so I place his lips on his, catching him by surprise, because he jerks away from me.
All the boys are staring at me with open mouths. I guess Niall was joking.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, GET THE FUCK OFF ME!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!? IM NOT GAY OK?! GET THIS THING OFF ME. SECURITY, SOMEONE’S TRYING TO RAPE ME! HELP!!” Louis screams.
“Dude we have a bromance, sorry..” I say but truly my heart’s not sorry, it was fun.
“Ok, you probably shouldn’t have done that, he doesn’t even know us.” Zayn says pulling me away from my love.
The doctor walks in.
“Good! Your up. So, you have amnesia, which is when you have memory loss, and don’t remember anything but daily tasks, like walking, eating, etc. Your name is Louis Tomlinson. These four men right here are a part of your world famous band. One Direction.”
“Ugh, I hate boy bands.” Lou frowns. What about one direction? What are we going to do?
Niall’s POV
I so very very badly want to run over to Juliette’s side and see what the hell had happened to my darling. I don’t think anyone else has noticed yet, we’re all focusing on Louis and his horrible amnesia. I can’t just leave Louis, I’ll see Juliette later. Each boy introduces them self.
Louis looks up at me as I realize I haven’t introduced myself.
“I’m Niall.” I smile at him.
The doctor then tells us to leave the room, and let Louis rest, and adjust to everything he had just heard.
I wait for the lads to walk out of the room, and hearing the chatter fade away, I bolt towards my babe. There’s a name on the bed labeled Juliette Boyardee. Oh this makes me hungry, Boyardee is my favorite Ravioli company. The warm pasta covered with cheese and red tomato sauce, drizzled with parmesan cheese- oh I shouldn’t think about that right now. I glance at Juliette’s beautiful face, covered in purple-blue bruises, and wrapped with white gauze. I want see her shining green eyes again, but they stay closed. Oh no what happened to her, did someone hurt her!
I’ll beat them up. A nurse walks into the room with a huff.
“Excuse me? What happened to Juliette?” I ask as tears brim at the corner of my eyes, seeing Juliette lying on the hospital bed so helpless, makes my heart hurt.
“Are you family?” The stressed nurse asks me with a hurry, and flutters her papers.
“Yes, I’m her brother.” I tell the nurse.
“Ok, well, a neighbor called the cops and sent her here when he walked in on her mom abusing her. She’s very injured and unconscious, and has been in a coma for a week. By the looks of her bones, she has been beated repeatedly for the past four years, probably by her abusive mother.” The nurse talks fast, so she can tell me everything, then go off to do her own work.
“Ok thanks.” Her mother abused her?! Her own mother! My mum was the best mum in the world, and she cared about me more than she ever could. I suddenly feel the need to save Juliette and protect her. I think I’m in love with her.
The doors swing open with a rush, and a group of men and women rush in wearing black.
“Is this Juliette Boyardee?” A woman with pointy glasses and a tight ponytail asks a nurse. They ask a bundle of questions, and point here and there on Juliette’s body.
I hear the word Child Services creep out through the jumble of words they were saying.
“As she is only 16, and still not an adult, she can not live without a legal guardian, and definitely not with her mother. That means she has to come with us to the foster home, in Berlin.” A man in a dark tuxedo says with a stern face.
No this cannot be happening, Juliette can’t leave; I’ll never see her again. Wait…
“I’ll be her legal guardian!!!”
The social workers, turn around noticing I was there the whole time and their jaws drop.
A/N
By the way, this story is as if all the boys are 18; yeah they’re all the same age here!
School has been boring as usual :/ and can you believe Zayn’s Birthday is coming up so fast!
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