My Someone (an o2l mostly Trevor moran fanfic)

Chapter eighteen: memories

Chapter 18

Hannah's P.O.V

I woke up and finally remembered more people.

"Your recovery is happening way too fast." Frankie laughed.

"I'm glad I know who you are."

"Do you know these people?" She held up a picture of a guy with a quiff doing some underbite pose with his face.

"Ricky?" I asked uncertain.

She smiled and nodded.

"Oh right! If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be here! Well I might be, but I wouldn't know the guys... Like I do anyway."

"Do you know her?"

"Oh yeah... Haven... The perfect one." I laughed.

Then she walked down stairs.

"I'm not perfect. I'm far from it."

She showed me a picture of the same guy who performed.

Why were they so determined to make me remember him? As far as I knew I never met him.

He was just some guy obsessed with me.

"I don't remember him. I'm sorry. But I know I wouldn't date him. He's not my type." I said.

"Not your type?! You guys sang together at digitour! You guys were the most shipped couple of the year on YouTube!" Frankie clamped havens mouth shut.

"I don't know why... We wouldn't go well together."

"He was your inspiration." Sarah was in tears.

"I thought Ricky was my inspiration."

Sarah face-palmed herself.

"It's hopeless." She trudged upstairs.

"Hey maybe if we go over today they can help remind her of Trevor. Show her pictures and stuff."

Frankie's eyes widened.

She yelped.

"THATS IT! THE PICTURES!!" She ran out the door.

"Come on wheelie, let's follow her."

We walked to the neighbors house and just walked in.

"That's not normal. Isn't it rude?"

"Heh, no." Haven said pushing me in.

"Hey! There's the forgotten girl." Connor said.

"Kian, Jc, I need your cameras."

Frankie pushed them into the kitchen.

"Hey, how's your head?" Connor rubbed my head.

"Well my head is fine, it's my leg that kills." I laughed.

"Your memory. Any sign of trev-"

"Shhh." Haven said.

He nodded and they walked back in.

"Here watch this." They hooked up Jc's camera to the TV and scrolled through the pictures.

"Do you remember this?"

A picture of a girl and a boy holding hands next to a huge waterfall filled the screen.

They were kissing.

The girl was me, of from what I could tell.

The boy was way taller than her. They looked in love.