Who Says |.l.t.|

"He is me," I insisted, grabbing her hand as she looked away. "Really, and if he isn't me, he becomes me; but he can only do that if you go after him." I whispered urgently. She shook her head sadly, and pulled her hand back from mine.

Lexi Freed.
Louis Tomlinson.
Secrets are told.
The future is known.
The past is changed.
What they know as normal is thrown around as if it were nothing but a playing ball. When things take a turn for the worse, will it be worth the original reason for changing the past?