Amnesia // Luke Hemmings

Chapter 21

*Katrina's P.O.V.*

"So, what are we doing first?" I ask, smiling as we walk around the not so creepy carnival thing.

"Well, what do you want to do?" He smiles back.

"Hmm, this will be easy. It's not like the place is full of rides that have yet to be ridden!" I say sarcastically. I take a look around the not so creepy carnival place. I remember the merry go round I was staring at and my face lights up at the thought. "Let's go on the merry go round!"

"Really?" He groans. "Out of all the rides, and I mean all, you choose the merry go round?"

"Yes," I tug on his arm "Let's go now! You asked me what to do, so do as I say!" I joke as Luke groans.

"Fine, I'm choosing the next ride we go on next though!

...

The whole night had been amazing. I didn't know I'd have so much going to this random ass place. I'm really happy Luke took me here instead of some boring old restaurant. Don't get me wrong, I love food. But I'd rather have run than eat some fancy food. This was a once in a life time experience, and I'm glad I spent some time with Luke.

All this bonding with Luke has brought me closer, and I've been remembering some fragments of our past relationships. But I'd rather not tell him, because if I did, he may start to feel that I'm only being his girlfriend or liking him because of our past. But that's not true at all. We may have had the cutest and best relationship known to man, but that doesn't affect me at all.

I want him for who he is and what we have now, not for what he had. All these good things are happening, but I can't help to feel that something bad is to happen soon. I mean, all these good things can't keep happening forever. Something's bound to happen, all I'm hoping is that it isn't something that may tear our relationship apart.

I've lost him once in my life, and I'm not loosing him again.

*Luke's P.O.V.*

As I'm driving her back to her home, I can't help to notice how beautiful she is. Not just her outer beauty either, her inside beauty as well. The way she scrunches up her nose when she smiles, or how her face lights up at the thought of her favorite things. Or the way she dances when she's all alone. She's just, so god damn beautiful.

I turn me head to look at her, she seems to be lost in her thoughts. That's another thing we seem to have in common, we both think a lot. It's a good and bad thing, but what's there to do about it? The human brain cannot just simply stop thinking. But nothing matters, like I say all the time, I just need Katrina in my life to be happy.

I snap out of my thoughts once I hear my phone ringing, who's calling? "Can you please check who's calling love?" I ask her, as she reaches over to grab my phone.

She blushes and says, "It's Michael."

"Oh, can you pick it up? Just see what he wants to say and then tell him I'll call him back after I drop you off and I get home." I return my eyes to the road.

"Oh," She speaks into the phone "Okie Dokie, I'll tell him." What did he tell her? "Erm, he didn't say much other than to call him right back as soon as you get home, apparently it's really urgent?"

"Oh," I pull up to her house "Whatever it is, don't worry about it being something really bad. He's probably going to tell me that we have to write a new song or some shit." I give her a sincere smile. I really hope it's nothing bad.

"Okay," She leans in to give me a fast kiss.

"Goodbye, hope you had fun today!" I yell as she closes the door as walks to her front porch.

...

As soon as I reach my room, I dial Michael's number. In a few rings, he answers.

"What's up? Why'd you need to call me?" I take a seat on my bed, holding my phone to my ear.

"Have you checked our stats on YouTube?"

"No...?" What's is he talking about?

"Check it out. Now." Michael says demandingly.

"Okay, okay." I say as I put him on speaker phone and go onto the YouTube app on my phone. My phone starts vibrating non-stop for a few minutes. What the fuck's going on? I look at our subscriber count and we have fifty thousand subscribers. How did this happen? Yesterday we barely had like two thousand! "Woah."

"I know! This is sick!" He yells back.

"I need to ask, how did this even happen?" There's no way we just randomly gained all of those subscribers.

"Well, you know our Gotta Get Out cover right?" Michael asks.

"Obviously I know the cover, it's not like I'm in it or anything."

"Shut up you sarcastic little shit. Anyways, you haven't checked twitter right?"

"Nope."

"Fuck, what have you been doing this whole week?" He asks as I smile, thinking back to all the things me and Katrina have done.

"I was busy." I lie.

"Bullshit. As I was saying, someone very famous may or may not have shared our cover." He puts emphasis on very.

"Oh my god, who?" I'm hoping he's not trolling or anything because that would be very likely of Michael to do something like that.

"He's in a band, a boy band to be exact. Right now the person is in the biggest boy band on the world."

"Oh my fucking god. SOMEONE FROM ONE DIRECTION SHARED OUR VIDEO?" I scream into the phone.

"None other than Louis Tomlinson." Michael laughs.

I put my phone so I can properly freak out. This is all way too much. How could they just share our video? How did I not even know of this? I pick up the phone, "Oh my god, this is all so much."

"That's not all though."

"There's more?!" Nothing could top this.

"Now that we have more fans and we're growing, we have to drop out of school. You know how you didn't come to school today right?"

"Yeah." I spent the day with Katrina today baking a penis cake, spilling all these secrets, and ending up at a carnival.

"Well, over a hundred girls showed up looking for us! The principal said we can't continue coming if we're going to attract many teenage girls. So, me and Calum agreed on dropping out because that place was fucking hell. You can continue like with home schooling and what not, but as for me and Cal, we're done with that shit." Michael does really hate school.

"Well I guess I can do home schooling, I do want to finish school." I at least want to get my high school diploma.

"Oh and to top it all, we're invited to tour with One Direction for the Take Me Home Tour."

I drop my phone onto the floor as the words leave his mouth. Dear lord, our band may actually become a huge hit! The last thing I hear before falling asleep is, "We also have to leave in a week to fly out to London."