Beautiful Chaos

Do You Remember Me?

Zayn's P.O.V---

Once the show was done, I walked into my caravan, slamming the door shut. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and wanted to call anyone possible, but something stopped. It needed to be sorted out between Lakshita and I. I had to know what she knew and... I needed to talk to her right now. 

I rushed out of the van, walking to the contestants room. Knocking on the door, a Lakshita opened up. "Hey. Did you want something?" She smiled and I instantly turned nervous as I stared into her chocolate eyes. "Umm.. uh... I..." I stuttered and she stared into my eyes. "Yes?" She asked and I turned around, letting out a deep breath.

"Do you remember me?" I asked in a hesitating tone and she raised an eyebrow. "Are you okay?" She questioned and I shook my head, looking down. She hugged my body gently and placed her palm on my chest. "Chill... you are going to have a heart attack with that heavy breathing." She said and I chuckled, wrapping my arms around her warm body. Finally, I felt at home in her arms.

She pulled away and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "We need to talk, Lakshita." I said and she smiled. "Yeah, I know. We have a lot to talk about. I am so happy you pressed the buzzer!" She exclaimed and I smiled, looking away. "So?" I asked and she bit her lip. "Umm... I have got certain things to do today. Maybe tomorrow?" She asked and I nodded. 

"Here's my number." She said, taking the pen from my pocket. She caught my hand and scribbled it down neatly, writing her name with a heart symbol next to it. "Text me teh address." She said and walked into the room. 

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I sat on my couch, too impatient. She was supposed to be here 2 minutes back and I'm freaking out. Going into the kitchen, I filled myself a glass of water when my door bell rang. I quickly went up to open it and she smiled at me. "Hi." She said and gave me a hug before she walked in. "Nice house." She smiled and I nodded. I sat on the couch, patting the seat. 

"So?" She asked, pulling down her skirt as she faced me. "Before we start with the practicing, I'd like to know you better." I said and she sighed. "I don't know much about myself or my life. But I'll tell you everything I've been told." She said and I crossed my arms, leaning back on the couch. 

She took the glass of water that was on the table and sipped it. Her hair, it wasn't really long or really short. It had turned brown and wavy. Those pink lips still stayed the same thin, pink ones. She looked a little taller and her chubbiness had reduced. She seemed more womanly than girly. Brushing the hair out of her face, she began. 

(FLASHBACK)---

Lakshita's P.O.V---

My eyes fluttered open and dim moonlight, blinded my vision. After a couple of minutes, my eyes adjusted to the scarce light. I tried to sit up, wincing in pain. But with time, I moved my limbs and it felt like I had just broken out of prison. Massaging my legs, I sat on the bed. I couldn't think of anything but only felt unbearable pain. Blurry images flashed in my mind, but I couldn't make sense out of anything. 

I placed my feet on the cold tiles and let go of the grip, falling down to the floor, my jaw hitting hard. Tears slipping down, I winced as I stood up, but with some support from a pole beside the bed. Pain shot up my calf muscles and yelped softly, standing there for a good 10 minutes. I let go off the support and was happy I could stand. 

Slowly I made my way to the other side of the room with help of the white walls that closed in on me. A huge mirror stood in front of me. The girl in the reflection, she looked absolutely beautiful. I touched my face and she touched hers. Stroking my brown hair, I looked at her chocolate brown eyes. She was dressed in a pale blue hospital gown. Her face was clear with no make-up. 

I touched my stomach for no reason and tears welled up in my eyes. Brushing the hair out of my face, I inched closer and placed my palm on the mirror. I was seeing myself in the mirror. That girl was me. "Who are you?" I whispered.

Everything around me blurred except the reflection in front of me. How could I be this beautiful girl? Who am I? What's my name? Why am I here? What is this place? A hospital or an asylum? Why was I unconscious on the bed? Why did I have tubes plugged to my body? Do I have a family? Have I ever created memories? Have I ever been alive before? Is there someone who loves me? 

I stood there, not remembering anything. Pulling my hair, I let tears slip down my cheeks. I wanted to hurt myself because of all the pain but at the same time, I wanted to caress my body. That is all I had. That is all I knew. All I could see was my reflection. 

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Zayn's P.O.V---

Tears slipped down my cheek as I saw her cry. "Hey, it's fine. You don't have to tell me anymore." I said, pulling her into a hug as I felt her tears wet my chest. I brushed her hair and soon she pulled away, distancing herself from me. Though it hurt, I sighed looking down. "I'm sorry, Zee. I got wrapped up in my emotions." She wiped her cheeks and I looked up, shocked. "What did you say?" I asked and she raised an eyebrow. "I told you I was sorry." She said. 

"Yes, but what did you call me?" I asked and she paused. "I don't remember." She said and I smiled, looking down. "It's fine. Let me hear you sing something for me." I said and she nodded, taking a deep breath.