He was a billionaire, I was a bellboy, can I make it anymore obvious? It all started one fateful afternoon in summer of 2012. I was working as a bellboy at the Trump Hotel in Hong Kong on an internship program. This was my first time in a big city. It was all I could have ever dreamed of, and more. But little did I know, it was all about to change. Follow me on twitter.com/aguywithnolife Please note, this story may contain mature humor that isn't suitable for all ages.

My name is Camilla Lockwood, I was best friends with Louis Tomlinson. He was like a brother, we were friends since the age of five for me and seven for him. So when he left Doncaster to pursue in his long time dream, we lost contact. He was so busy all the time that he could only have a little amount of time to talk to eachother. There was a time I didn't hear from him for a week. I began to worry if he forgot about me. If I said something that made him angry. If he just didn't like me anymore or what. But later I heard a fan broke his phone and the sim-card broke and he lost all of his contacts. A whole month after that incident I received a package in the mail. There was a letter, pictures, and a journal with a leather cover. Each item had a purpose but for what? Each idem made me happy, but something happened that over passed those. Louis got in a car crash and lost memory. But could things go back to normal? I started becoming best friends with Eleanor. We both stayed together in London and watched after Louis, hoping and praying, he would open his eyes. He woke up after 2 months and had no memory what so ever. So what happens when I show him the letters, the pictures, the journal? One Direction might never be One Direction again.

"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}

Two and a half years is a long time without seeing or hearing from someone. People change, but do feelings? [SEQUEL TO: No Sound] INCOMPLETE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. (don't worry, i hate me too)

Louis has a habit of not complaining. Harry hates it because, sometimes if you don’t complain, bad things happen; like ending up in the ICU. This is the OFFICIAL VERSION please note that there are four or five R rated scenes that have been moved to another site to keep this story un-privated. The links are provided in the appropriate places in the story where you can read them. Please check my bio for the link to the translations! These include POLISH (Polski), SPANISH (Español), ITALIAN (Italiano), FRENCH (Français), RUSSIAN (русский), CZECH, CHINESE (中国的), ROMANIAN (român), PORTUGUESE (português), BRAZILIAN PORTUGUESE (português do Brasil) SLOVAK (slovenská), DUTCH (Nederlands), GERMAN (Deutsch) Direct link to translation masterpost is: http://room_317.livejournal.com