Faded Memories | lp

Chapter Four

The heavy bass sends thrilling jolts through my body. My body is loose and I'm having so much fun.

Louis stands behind me on the round table, clearly drunk. I see Liam in my peripheral vision, watching me with a small smile on his face. He likes to see me have fun, and I love him because of it.

The bass drops the dancing gets more intense. Louis and I are back-to-back grinding up and down each other's body.

"Jo, love, I think we should go." Liam tugs me down from the table and Louis bids me a drunken fair-well.

We walk out of the busy nightclub into the snowy outdoors. Liam lends me his jacket until we reach the hotel. He is practically pulling me along because I had way to many drinks. My vision is blurred like my other senses.

He opens the door and attacks me with his lips, which I welcome. He turns around and slams the door shut.

I bolt upright and become aware of my surroundings. Liam and Louis stare are me with worry across their features. They crouch in front of me, I'm on the floor.

"Are you alright? I think you fainted." Liam asks, holding my shoulders in his large hands.

"I think I just remembered something." I frown.

"What? What did you remember?" Liam almost yells.

"I remember we were at a party, and Louis and myself were drunk and dancing on a table, then you made us leave and when we got back to the hotel we-" I stop, unwanting to share anymore with Louis, who has a grin on his face. Liam blushes.

"Do you think I triggered her memory when I said we danced on tables?" Louis asks, all joking aside.

"I think you did." I say, Liam looks like he's thinking about something else that happened.

"How long ago was that?" I ask. It was obviously winter.

"January of 2013." Louis says. He cranes his head as if he can't remember for sure.

"Okay, well, the doctor said I could get some memories back." I say positively.

"That's all you remembered?" Liam asks, almost disappointed.

I nod.

"I'm out." Louis puts his hands up, like he's surrendering, and leaves the room.

"That's good that I remembered something, right?" I look to Liam for any sign of happiness. He puts on a smile and nods.

"We have to get to the stadium, concert is in a few hours." Liam offers me his hand. Careful to not disrupt my right arm, I stand up.

"So what am I gonna do?" I ask. Liam looks confused so I add, "I can't just tag along on your tour."

"I know." He scratches his head, trying to think.

"I can get you on a flight and have your assistant take you home. You shouldn't be in the media's eye right now, anyway." He says, looking at me for affirmation.

I nod. I need time to myself. I'm not even going to question the fact that I have an assistant.

I take a few drinks of Liam's water while he tries to book me a flight.

"Okay, you leave tonight at 11 o'clock." He says, "You're assistant got you a replacement phone and she'll meet you at the airport."

I nod, "What does she look like?"

He chuckles, "Right, I forgot about the fact that you never met her, technically." He does some scrolling on his phone

He shows me her picture. She's a very delicate-looking woman. She has dark skin and long brown hair.

"Okay, I think I can remember her." My stomach growls.

Liam chuckles, his eyes crinkling around the edges. I see why I found him beautiful, he is the purest form of humanity. He's kind, caring, loving...

"We should get something to eat." Liam says.

I agree. He offers me his hand again, but I just walk past him. I mean, I hardly know him anymore, it's like holding hands with a stranger. He tries to mask the pain of having a girlfriend who forgot everything: our first date, our first kiss, how we met, all our inside jokes.

I stand and wait for Liam to out his tan boots on. He opens the door but stops short.

A tall, slightly pedophile-looking, male stands outside the door with his fist raised like he was about to knock.

"Harry, we were just leaving to go eat." Liam pushes past him. I avoid eye contact and follow Liam.

"I was coming to ask if you wanted to get lunch with me." Harry says. His black shirt is only buttoned up halfway, showing his inked skin. I didn't think jeans could come that tight and his boots look like they've seen war. I'm not even going to mention the massive plate-looking-hat he has atop a messy pile of curls.

"Where were you gunna eat?" Liam stops, turns to face Harry, and asks. The clumsy boy named Harry almost ran into Liam when he stopped. I awkwardly linger behind them.

"Jo wants something with avocados." Harry says as he turns his head to see my reaction. I knit my eyes in confusion.

"I don't like avocados." I say.

"It's an inside joke." He says.

"With who?"

"With you." He says.

"How so?" I ask.

"We had salad, and the menu said it came with anchovies, but you thought it said avocados." He explains.

"That's not very funny." I respond, crossing my arms.

"I guess you had to be there to get it." He says, dropping my gaze. I was there, I just don't remember. This whole amnesia thing is getting frustrating.