In a few weeks, the boys were going back on tour. "Are you two coming with us this time?" Calum asked. I looked over at Zoe and shrugged. Zoe nodded, "I loved it last time and would love to come again but, stuff has changed so.. we'll talk about it," she replied smiling. I nodded and carried on looking down at my hands.
"When did you last hear from your fiancé?" Luke asked me.
"It's been a while."
"How long?"
"Months," I replied.
"Why don't you call him or something?" he asked me, puzzled.
I laughed, "I've tried."
"Oh, I'm sorry," he replied.
"Yeah, me too."
I hadn't properly been out in ages. I hadn't done anything for weeks either, I hadn't gone out or just had some time with friends, so I appreciated it when Ashton asked me out. "Hey. You need a pick-me-up, do you fancy going out today? For coffee or whatever?" he asked me.
"Sure, that would be nice. Thanks, Ash."
We went around London and got coffee. We talked a lot about Luke. "I don't know what to do. What if he never remembers me?" I asked.
"He will."
Luke was looking through his phone. "I need to talk to you," he said.
"Okay?" I replied, confused.
"I need you to tell me the truth, because I am so confused. Look, I've got/had amnesia, I'm confused enough as it us and I need the truth. My phone, my Instagram, is full of photos of me and you.."
I sighed. I knew I needed to tell him. But to spill my guts and tell him how much I love him, when he can't even remember me, and reminisce memories with me. Whilst I'm there telling him all the pain I went through, when he can't even say he loves me, or he remembers me.
"So what do you want to know?" I asked him, sitting on the bed next to him. "I just want you to tell me who you are to me."
"I.." I sighed heavily, "You know my fiancé I told you about?" He nodded slowly. "It uh, you. You're my fiancé. You proposed to me, in Central Park in New York. The ring didn't fit, and we laughed about it I guess. Then when we got back here, the guys all asked how it was and I mentioned how it didn't fit, and we were joking. You got annoyed, understandably, and then we argued and you left for a drive. You got the ring resized so that it would fit. And on your way home, you crashed. Ended up in hospital. The nurse gave me a box of stuff you were found with and the ring was in it, so I put it on. And we're here. That's why Michael got rid of that girl the other night." I exhaled heavily and slumped against the wall. He stared me. "Wow. I. I'm sorry. I wish I could say I remember you but, I, I just don't. I'm so sorry."
"It's fine."
"No, it's not," he insisted.
"Dont worry about it." I left and went to speak to Zoe about going on tour with the boys.
