That night, Luke came running into the room I shared with Ashton and Calum. "I remember! Part of you!" I groaned and turned over on the squeaky blow-up mattess (tonight was my turn). "What? How can you remember part of me?" I asked.
"I remember your.."
I raised an eyebrow, "My what?"
"Yes Luke, her what?" Calum asked, suddenly fully awake. Ashton was looking too.
"Well I have a memory, of us, just us and it's like a 2 second memory, like a flashback, and we were um, yeah..and my hands were on your, nicely sized, perky-"
"Okay that's enough! Do you remember anything else?"
"Mm, no. Sorry," he shrugged.
"It's okay, I guess it's a step."
"He remembered your boobs?!" Zoe whispered at breakfast.
I nodded, "Yeah.. but not my face or name or any memories..."
"Oh, but I guess it's one step closer, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Will you help me pack, for the tour?" Luke asked me.
"Ugh, really?"
"Yess," he whined.
"Fine then."
It didn't take him long to pack, seeing as he just threw like all of his clothes into his suitcase. "So, we're touring like the world then the UK, okay? I'll see you soon," he said. I gave him a hug.
"Good luck and have fun," I said to him.
"I will miss you," he smirked.
"And I'll miss you, I guess," I kissed him quickly. "Bye, Luke."
And that was it, the boys had gone on tour for months, and me and Zoe would have the place to ourselves. I watched as Zoe and Michael said good bye, they were both choked up, and I'm pretty sure Zoe wiped a few tears away. They hugged and kissed. I missed mine and Luke's old goodbyes; I missed the old him.
As the car pulled away, I turned to Zoe, "Come on you, they'll be back before you know it. At least Michael actually knows who you are," I laughed, covering up my actual jealousy.
I sat down on the sofa next to Zoe. "So, how come you let Luke still call you 'Annie'?" Zoe asked me. I sighed. Even I didn't properly understand, but I tried my best to explain to her. "Well, he thinks I 'look' like an Annie so he's calling me that. I haven't told him my real name, because I know that if he does ever call me Holly- my real name- I'll know he remembers me. I don't know," I sighed, looking down into an empty coffee mug. She rubbed my shoulder. "He'll remember you soon. Maybe if you told him your real name, he'd remember you?" she suggested. I thought about it for a minute before nodding slowly, "I guess so."
That night, we sat watching Bridget Jones's diary, sharing a tub of Ben & Jerry's. "Do you remember what it was like, without Michael? Without us knowing them? Sad times, right?" I laughed.
"No, it's weird. I just hope it stays like this, you know?"
"Yeah, I know. I just want Luke back."
