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I want to remember

Hope's POV:

I wake up with a headache, the colours around me blurring, as I look around. I'm in Lizzie's bed, but she's gone, a note by me, on the bedside table. I pick it up, reading it quickly. 

Hope,

I know you think that everyone is better off without you or some bullshit, you being a loophole with one purpose. But I know, that Hayley and Klaus wouldn't want that to be. You are so much more than the loophole. You have a life to live. Don't fade out into the background, don't be a stranger. I've gotten help from the other witches. You will be locked in the room with Josie until you talk to her about some of it. At least tell her who you really are. Don't do anything other than that, Mikaelson, I see the way you look at my sister.  Toodles, bitch :)

- Lizzie

I groan, getting up. I am not in my clothes. Who got me out of my clothes? Who's clothes am I wearing? I turn around, looking for some clothes. I spot a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. There's another note. 

Clothes. We didn't really know what would fit you. It will either be too big or a touch too small. Josie got you out of your clothes, despite her running on fumes and looking like she was ready to kill you. 

I sigh. Josie. Josie changed me out of my clothes. I look to the snoring Josie, and I try to open the door to the room. I jump back when I feel my hand burning. I look at it, and it's already healing, but there were blisters. "I wasn't joking Hope. Talk to her." I try again, whimpering, and jumping back, waking Josie. "Hope? What's going on." I look at her. "I-It's complicated. Lizzie has locked us in here with the rest of the witches, and we can't leave til we talk." She looks red in the face, I can't tell whether from anger, or something else. "What's there to talk about Hope?" I sigh, taking a bit to collect myself a bit. "I-I-um... My name is Hope Mikaelson... not Marshall... I'm a Mikaelson." "Like Klaus Mikaelson? Like Hayley Mikaelson?" "I-I-I'm the loophole." I shrug, giving her a forced smile. She looks at me a moment, "Why can't I remember you? Why do I feel like I know you so well, yet I know nothing. Why do I feel like there's a gaping hole I'm trying to fill and I can't, Hope?" She says, a bit upset. "I-I can't tell you Josie. I wish I could but-" "That isn't good enough anymore. You do thinks to me. I can't explain it. I'm uneasy around you- but in a good way. You make me confused as to why I'm with Landon and I don't like it." I look at her frowning, "Look Josie I'm sorry about last night. I was drunk and- I didn't mean to interr- mpjh!" She jumps on me, kissing me, her soft lips pressing up against mine, making me hot all over. "Is this what you wanted to do to Lizzie last night, Hope? Because you truly confuse me. I shouldn't want you, but I do. I have Landon- but do I really? He wrote a love song about you,  did you know that? When I saw you with Lizzie, it made me so upset. Lizzie always gets dibs. I wanted to get dibs. I want to put myself first for once. Hope I- I want to remember. i want to remember you. And I don't know what you did to fuck that up, I don't know what you did to stop me from doing so, but you need to take it back. Or I will find a way." "I-I didn't want to hurt you Jos." "Don't you dare say that. I am sick of it!" She cries, her hand landing on my chest, hitting it twice, before she kisses me once more, opening the door, leaving.  I sit there a moment. Bewildered. What just happened? Lizzie comes in through the doorway. "So-" "I don't want to talk about it Lizzie." "She'll be back soon. I promise. Ok?" I say nothing. "Hm. I was right. Jo said it would fit you fine, but I knew they were definitely a touch tight. You look hot as hell though, Mikaelson." I look down at the shorts and shirt. She was right. They were tight. Oh Josie. You drive me mad. I smile to myself.