Lucky or Not?

Chapter 2 - Drama

Chapter 2 - Drama

Cassie's P.O.V.

"Where are we?" I panted.

We had been running for at least 1 hour and had finally lost the crazy fans and the man.

"No idea," said Liam. He wasn't even out of breath. "I did track when I was younger and it's kind of like my talent."

I nodded, looking around. Everyone else was tired. I'm tired as well.

"So where's the closest hotel?" I asked. The boys looked at each other, and then back at me.

"So what do you think?" Louis questioned.

"I don't come from America," I exclaimed. "I don't know my way around!"

"You don't?!" yelled the boys, surprised.

"Of course I don't! You really expect me to know! I mean, I'm living in a hotel," I said, mentally facepalming myself.

"You might have been visiting a friend," Harry said weakly.

"Yeah, cause I would totally visit a friend at 5 in the morning," I commented sarcastically.

"Guys, work out where we are, and then you can continue your ‘happy’ conversation," said Zayn.

"Aww, but I was enjoying that," whined Louis. I grinned at him, a prank forming in my head.

"Ok, so we are in a dark alley," put in Niall.

I cut in. "Lost. Oh, and what you said, Niall, is so helpful." I know I might sound rude, but the boys were really getting to me.

"Shut up!!!" yelled an exasperated Liam. "Can't you co-operate for just one second!" Grief and sadness washed over me. It's like a nightmare starting all over again. The reason I was here in America was because of the yelling, and their shouting reminded me.

I turned away and ran. I ran as fast as I could, wanting to sprint as far away as I could. My feet thudded on the ground, tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Cassie, stop!" screamed someone. I kept running, ignoring the shouts. Something hit me hard, and a burning sensation spread through my body, to the tips of my fingers and the edges of my toes. My body hurt. I felt lifeless, dead, tired. I just wanted to scream, but I couldn't. My vision was blurred and everything turned pitch black.

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Beep. Beep. Beep. It just kept beeping, and something told me that it wasn't my alarm clock. I tried moving my hand to stop the noise, but my arm felt so heavy. Actually, every part of me felt weighted.

"Hey! She moved her arms a little. She might be awake!" exclaimed an excited voice. I winced at the sudden loud noise. Flinching, I opened my eyes.

"Oops. Sorry Cass," apologised a guy with greenish-blue eyes.

"Cassie!!" exclaimed the four other guys. They hugged me.

"Ouch," I muttered. Who are these people? And who is this Cassie person? "Um, I'm not Cassie. My name is Caitlin.”

"Uh, no you're not," said a guy with brown curls slowly.

"Yes, I am."

Another guy pressed the doctor alert button. A nurse rushed in. The same boy explained the situation with a few remarks from the others. She turned to me. “What is your name?”

"Caitlin Dani Cimorelli." She nodded and wrote down a few notes. "And how old are you?"

"17."

"Where were you born?"

"L.A...no wait...Cali," I answered, puzzled. I looked up at the boys for help. I saw one of the other boys’ eyes flash with hurt.

"Ok, Caitlin, thank you." I tried to smile at the nurse. She had a few words with the boys. I looked around at the five boys.

“Um, this might sound weird, but who exactly are you?” All five pairs of eyes widened. The boy who had summoned the nurse introduced each of them. His name was Liam.

Zayn's P.O.V.

So she had a small case of amnesia. Those words replayed over and over in my head. My heart felt torn. Why? But I had tried to block the memories.

"Are you okay?" asked Niall.

"Fine," I said through a fake smile. He nodded and walked away, not completely convinced. This was killing me. My childhood best friend forgot me! And now thinks she's her dead twin sister! What is wrong my life. Just when you think everything is perfect, something always comes along and turns everything upside down.

Cassie's P.O.V.

"I think she needs to rest," said the one called Zayn coldly before walking off. The other four looked confused, and Harry shot me a sympathetic look before following Zayn. Why is Zayn so familiar? I thought. And why do they keep calling me Cassie?  

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