When Everything Disappears (Completed)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7:

Three days later and I still hadn't had any new memories. I was frustrated with myself. I could tell the guys were also starting to get annoyed with having to inform me on absolutely everything. I sighed as I finished curling my long brown hair. I wheeled myself out of the hotel bathroom, thanking God I would finally be able to use crutches in two days.

"Hey, you ready?" Louis inquired.

"Yeah, I guess." I shrugged, looking down at my outfit for the night. High waisted floral skit and a simple white v-neck. My hair was curled and I tried to hide the small bruises and cuts on my face with concealer.

"You look beautiful." Louis grinned grabbing me up in a hug.

"Yeah, sure." I rolled my eyes and wheeled myself out of the fancy hotel room.

"Hey, where's your smile been lately? I miss it." Louis pouted. I forced a tiny smile on my face. Louis responded by rolling his eyes. "I've lived with you for eighteen years, I think I know when you're faking one."

"Yeah, well, there's not a whole lot to smile about lately." I replied bitterly as I wheeled myself up to the other boys. They all shared a look at my statement. Oh yay, more secrets and hidden looks.

"You got us, that's a start.." Harry began.

"Save it. I'm fine. You guys are performing on Saturday Night Live, let's not talk about me." I cut him off, plastering a wider smile on my face, trying to convince them to drop it. Niall quirked an eyebrow at me, but I just continued to smile. Eventually they decided not to push it and we all crowded into the van. It was a short drive to the studio and I simply listened to the conversations happening around me, instead of joining in. I rested my head against the cool glass, aware of the glances the boys occasionally threw me. 

"Alright, straight to the dressing room." Paul instructed, motioning wildly in different directions. I had been given the choice earlier to either watch the show from the audience or watch it from the dressing room. Eventually, I decided on the dressing room. Didn't feel like being in the public quite yet.

"She is extremely fit." I overheard Harry talking to Niall and Zayn about this famous lady who's big chested or something. I didn't really pay attention. My eyes rolled as they continued to talk about her chest. Boys definitely hadn't changed in the three years of my memory loss.

"Can I use your laptop?" I tried my puppy dog eyes on Lou, who had just finished a conversation with Emmalie, the stylist.

"Sure." Louis grinned handing me the Mac. I was surprised he had given in so easily. I had no clue what I was going to do on the computer, considering I couldn't get on Facebook because the boys had all agreed to change my password. Apparently they would rather me find out things by them or whatever. I was hardly aware of the boys running around the room and instead got comfy on the couch with the laptop on my lap. I googled random shit and came up with this thing called Twitter. Huh. Maybe I had one. I searched Brooklyn Taylor Tomlinson.