One Big Disaster [OneDirection] SEQUAL TO ONE MAGAZINE. ONE YEAR. ONE DIRECTION

Suspicion - Chapter 36.

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* Corrine :D *

I was confused, completely and utterly confused. How did Alex and I manage to score hot - BRITISH - guys? How could I not remember them? They wouldn't tell me anything, which made me sort of mad. I deserved to know, didn't I?

I sighed, walking into the kitchen. Apparently, I'd slept in Alex and Alex's boyfriends room. What was his name again? Logan? That sounded about right. I smiled when I saw them hugging. They were so cute. "Morning Alex, Logan." I greeted as I took the chocolate milk out of the refrigerator.

Logan chuckled half heartedly and rubbed the back of his neck as I poured myself a glass. "Actually, it's Liam." He corrected. "But good morning."

I smiled sheepishly. Whoops. "Sorry - Liam. I'm still so damn confused." As soon as I said that, the rest of the hot guys filed as well as my little sister and Alex's cousin.

I bit my lip as I met eyes with the guy with black hair. Zayn, was it? His hair was messy, his clothes disheveled, and his eyes red and puffy. He looked like a wreck - A hot wreck, nonetheless. My heart fluttered when he shot a weak smile my way. Keeping my eyes on him, I cleared my throat. "So, what do you guys do for a living?" I asked.

All of the boys eyes went wide. "Uh - we - uh go to university." The one with the electric blue eyes and light brown hair answered. Louis, I think. The rest of the group nodded their heads slowly, stealing worried glances at Alex.

I shrugged it off and turned to the blonde that scared me that day in the hospital. Niall, I remembered. "Why are you here?" I questioned as I resisted the sudden urge to hug him. He smiled at me, which caused my insides to go warm - I felt comfortable around him. "Foreign exchange student." He replied smoothly.

"Can I ask you something?" I blurted out, shocked at my sudden out burst. I shouldn't have said anything, but it was too late now. Besides, I wanted to answers.

He nodded. "Anything."

I gulped down my pride and took a swig of my chocolate milk. This was all extremely overwhelming, I could barely take it anymore. "Why do I feel the strange need to hug you and protect you?" I more or less yelled and then turned to the black haired boy. "And why do you give me butterflies?" I shouted as I pointed an accusing finger at him. My blood was boiling, all eyes were on me. "I can't stand that I don't remember!" I dropped to my knees and covered my face in my hands. I was crying in front of strangers, how embarrassing. They probably think I'm a freak.

That's when I remembered that they weren't strangers. Alex told me that they've known me for almost two years now, but I don't remember any of it, and that's what makes me so angry - Angry at myself. Why couldn't I remember?

Alex rushed to my side, wrapping her arms around me. She pulled me into chest as I let a couple of sobs escape my lips. "I'm sorry, guys." I hiccuped. "I wish I could remember."

The blonde haired boy stood and walked over to me, tears falling freely from his eyes. "I wish you could, too, Cory." When he crouched next to me, I flung myself into his arms. I didn't want to resist the urge anymore. I felt a strange connection with him, one that told me we were more than just friends. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and breathed in his scent, trying to calm down.

"Don't feel bad, Cory." Liam assured, helping Alex up. He wrapped his arms securely around her and she leaned her head on his chest. I could see it in his eyes that he loved her more than anything. I smiled weakly at the thought - Alex finally found the one.

But who was the one for me?

I pulled away from Niall and wiped my eyes free of tears. I glanced back at Zayn, not able to fight the feeling that he was something special. I wanted desperately to know what he was to me. I licked my lips as I stood. "Alex, can I talk to you about something?" I asked. "In private?" She nodded her head slowly and I grabbed her hand, pulling her with me into the bedroom. "What is Zayn to me?" I whispered once the door was shut.

She sighed and rubbed her forehead, as though she had a headache. "I'm sorry, Cory, but I can't tell you that."