Fall (One Direction) [Sequel To Run]

Chapter Twelve

Suddenly, I get the feeling this is going to be at least a little bit awkward.

“So, how are you, Louis?” Mum asks me.

Simple question.

Yeah, right.

I open my mouth, and then close it again.

I don't know how to start.

Or where to start.

Or what to say at all, honestly.

“We've been better, Mrs. T” Harry says, after a long pause that very nearly became awkward.

I nod, relieved.

I'm glad he's here. Even though a few days ago I know I wouldn't have thought that. He's really not so bad.

“I'm okay, though, Mum” I say. “It's strange, but the doctor said I'll get my memory back soon. They weren't very specific about how soon 'soon' is, but hey, better than nothing I guess.” Harry laughs softly.

“I know” Mum says. “I'm glad. Whenever 'soon' happens to occur.”

Then there's the expected awkward pause, where I desperately search for something to say. Only dumb things seem to come to my mind. Oh well.

“So . . . I'm in a band now” I finally say.

Mum laughs, but her eyes are shining.

Tears.

She's trying not to cry.

Harry laughs a loud, fake laugh, obviously trying to smooth over the awkwardness.

“Where're Stan and Flynn?” I ask Mum.

Trying to make this more normal.

“I thought they would've been here.”

They should've been here.

“Stan's at University” Mum says. “But Flynn's home on break. She wanted to come by, but I wanted to see you first.”

“Sorry” I mumble. “It just feels like I only saw you a week ago.” I don't want to hurt her or anyone, but I don't know how not to. Every time I say something it seems like someone else gets hurt feelings. My feelings hurt too.

“I know” Mum says. I suppose either accepting my apology or pretending to.

“So, is my room in order?” I ask. “I'm tired.” I'm not but I want to get away from everyone and pretend that I haven't lost my memory and I really am seventeen.