SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY!! *puppy dog eyes* I'm sorry for the long wait I was revising like crazy for exams because they are very important and obviously I would like to do my best in them :) seriously the people who are still reading this deserve a medal because I have been a horrible person!
Now that I am on holiday I can upload more on all of my stories so YAY no more yucky cliffhangers and stuff! This isn't a good chappy but its on the way to a good one....I hope!
LOVE YOU GUYS!!
ALLONS-Y!
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No you hang up.
You can't hang up a text message ;)
Where is your imagination Ms Malfoy?
There is a difference to imagination and IMPOSSIBILTY
Whatever: so you hang up.
Fine *hangs up*
OMG YOU HUNG UP ON ME :'(
As I read over the conversation again I found myself laughing whilst sporting a fool-worthy smile. Yes, I'm re-reading over a conversation I had had with Louis. We had fallen back into the easy banter that I had seen on the previous texts but without the coupley stuff; just some obvious flirting that I did not object to or fight. He is my boyfriend after all.
After the text I sent him that day at school (which was a week ago, thank you for asking) Louis and I have been texting nonstop. He wasn't on tour but working on their next album and promoting themselves around different places. It was interesting how I felt comfortable with him and his life, like I was used to it or something. That thought kept me comforted as I continued on with my life without him. One Day it will all come back: or that's what I keep telling myself.
Other than texting, I have had no contact with Louis since he came round with the stuff with Colette. I've seen Niall though and our friendship is just strong as ever; even though I spent at least 20 minutes saying sorry for what I did to him.
His response?
"Your apology is actually making me suffer more than you cheating on me. GO AWAY!" to be fair, I was interrupting Colette and his date night but it had to be said.
Every time I saw Niall (he spends a lot of time at Colette's house), I would slyly ask how Louis is and I would always be greeted with a smirk that I did not like the look of. I think he's happy that I still care, which makes me happy in a weird way.
Anyway, things seemed to be healing over even without my memory, so maybe I won't need it to become what I was before. If I did it once then I can do it again, cant I?
Life being an uneventful ball of hours progressed slowly, with these hours being killed by homework, looking after Matt (Mum seemed to be going out more than usual) and obsessing over Louis and the rest of the lads.
"Hey Malf-a-lot!" I broke from my contemplation of life as a person sat down in my chair next to me in my film class.
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention Dan (oh I'm such a good friend). Ever since his first day he has stuck with us, whether it's because he wants to or because he doesn't like anyone else I don't know but I'm not complaining; he's a good companion and puts up with my weirdness.
Not sounding vain or anything, but I think he likes me more than a friend and on a few occasions I have caught a look in his eye that shouldn't really be there. And I both encourage and discourage him, like the bipolar person I am, much to Colette and Mercy's disdain.
They are still trying to play match-maker with me and Louis, always asking me how he is and giving me that smirk I have seen on Niall's face also. Are they all in the same smirk club or something?
It's like when your friends think you and a boy would make a cute couple and they keeping bringing it up and smiling in that creepy way at you. In short: Annoying.
So yeah, back to film class. Why does everyone keep giving me nicknames?
"You're just jealous because I have a cooler surname than you." I smirked at him, placing my phone back in my bag.
"Whatever Blond Bandit." Really? I thought with an eye roll.
"So how are you, Dan my main man?" We slipped easily into conversation before the lesson began. It turns out Dan was spotted for his insane talent at Directing his own music videos, so he is taking Film and Music based subjects, as well as History and English, which he loves. All in all, he's a pretty safe guy and in nearly all my lessons.
Not to mention he has cool band t-shirts that are making me contemplate murder or a massive heist in order to get my hands on them.
Today he was sporting a festival shirt which had the band names of many which I envied. Staring at each name, I fell deeper into the pit of envy- his parents were so relaxed about his festival goings that he has seen so many people live. Poopface. My mum may be cool, but she's not THAT cool.
"Honey, I think you are using me for my body, my eyes are up here." I could literally hear the smirk that was etched on his face as I continued to study the band names.
"Sue me." I looked up and smiled cheekily, biting on my pen lid. Ok, maybe that was a flirting tactic, but girls need to have some liberation of their womanly woes somehow, right?
Right on cue, his smirk slipped ever so slightly as his gaze dropped to my mouth which was biting the pen.
Now it was my turn to smirk.
Keeping eye contact for way longer than friendship dictated, we were interrupted by a curvaceous figure pushing its way between us to get to a the desk in front of our own. Jolting back to earth, I regarded Mercy's not-so-innocent face as she attentively got out her pens and paper for the lesson.
Noticing Dan also sending my cheeky best friend a glare at the interruption, I turned to the front where the lesson had begun. And as the band Mumford & Sons say; LIFE GOES ON.
Nudge.
Grrrr
Nudge Nudge Nudge.
God If he even thinks about-
POKE.
Annoyed, I cast a careful glance towards the cause of my upcoming bruise, putting all the emphasis on the glare I sent.
Amidst the teacher's lecturing, Dan mouthed 'My House tonight?'
Cocking my head to the side in confusion, I replied. 'Yeah sure, but why?'
With a knowing smile, he ended the conversation with 'You'll see.'
Excited that I will finally see where Dan lives, I smiled giddily (catching Mercy's grimace as I did so) and turned to the front once more.
Let's just say that smile didn't last long.
"Something amusing about the way Hitler used propagandist film to insinuate his hate cause, Miss Malfoy?" Mr Muybridge mused, standing in front of my desk. The whole class had already eagerly turned their eyes towards me, ready for the entertainment that was my rebuking.
"No, sir" I replied politely, not missing Colette, who was sitting on my other side, snickering into her notebook as she innocently wrote out notes. Yeah, those shaking shoulders aren't fooling nobody sister.
"So I'm sure you understand the importance of this type of movie to his campaign and the techniques mirrored in today's peaceful society?"
"Yes, sir" I clarified.
"Yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir." I heard Mercy mutter, making a laugh bubble up my throat before I could stop it.
Seeing as he was so close, there was no way that Mr Muybridge did not hear that comment, and by the smile creeping onto his features, I was sure that he didn't.
Continuing on with the lesson, my thoughts spun to what Dan wanted to do at his house tonight.
Soon lunch followed and I gladly filled my stomach with delicious pasta that Mum had made the previous night. I had noticed she had become more smiley and carefree, spending a lot of time out or on the phone. My Spidey senses tell me she's up to something.
Taking the free time opportunity, I fished out my phone from the bottom of my bag and was delighted to see the small flashing light to warn me of a new message. My smile widened when I saw that it was from Louis.
Sender: Lou Lou
You know, I'm still sure you owe me chocolate.
With my creepy smile intact, I hastily replied, seeing as it was sent an hour ago.
Sender: Summer
Oh and how did you deduce this one, Sherlock Holmes?
While creating light chatter with Mercy about our next dance project, the reply was almost immediate.
Sender: Lou Lou
I didn't, but I'm famous so I get what I want.
Laughing I replied;
Sender: Summer
That's not gonna get you anywhere, young one
I loved how I could still talk to this boy. He not being a part of my life was a hole in my chest, which has now began to fill. Yeah that's cliché but it's true.
Dan sat down next to me and threw an arm over my shoulder, pulling me into his cologne clad chest. I laughed and whacked him, pulling away slightly in order to be able to breath.
"Excited for tonight?" He whispered as his ear was close to my face. I smiled and nodded, not minding his closeness.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell me what we are doing?" I teased, putting on my best puppy dog look.
He held strong, smirking as he did so as he replied with a hearty 'Nope'. He laughed as my innocent look turned sour at the refusal. In response to a situation in which I had no answer, I did the action that I normally do; the typical Summer Malfoy stick-your-tongue-out-because-you-lost action.
I heard Louis say 'wow, and you call me childish' in my head. This was a new one. Zoning out everything I concentrated on the dwindling memory, trying to reel in my excitement at the new images.
The scene was recalled into my brain: we were lying on a bed in each other's embrace and-let's just say- minimal amounts of clothing were involved.
Skipping past my embarrassment, I continued to delve into the memory before it disappeared.
Through my minds eyes, I watched my own hand draw patterns on Louis bare chest (cue internal swoon) whilst he pulled me into his side. This must have been when the boys were in hide out due to Niall escaping back to Ireland.
"I wish we could just stay like this forever" I heard myself sigh. My breath fanned across Louis chest and I felt his heart pick up double time from beneath me. With my ear against his chest, his every movement could be heard.
"Hey, isn't that a song lyric?" Louis inquired, looking down at me, our eyes connecting.
I felt myself cock my head in concentrate then shake it. "No thats 'I will stand by you forever'" I explained. With a shrug Louis agreed with my previous statement.
I felt myself yawn and Louis laugh as I snuggled in closer. "Wow, only you can be tired after doing nothing all day Sum" he said hoarsely.
I lifted my head and stuck out my tongue, earning another laugh from him.
Turning onto his side, he said "wow, and you call me childish." I shot him a mock stern glare whilst turning on my side also.
"Now lets put that tongue to good use" he smirked, sending my heart into overdrive as he leaned in.
"SUMMER" I heard Mercy snap her fingers in front of me as I jumped out of the my reverie.
"DAMMIT" I cursed. I always never remember the good kisses. Sulking, I picked apart my napkin moodily before someone cleared their throat.
I looked up to find my friends staring at me with bigger creeped out looks than usual. Colette had paused her fork midway to her mouth, eye brow raised.
"We thought we'd lost you to the Nargles there" She commented, her tone inviting for me to continue as well as being amused.
"Err yeah Nargles right" I nervously added, smiling as my cheeks flooded with colour.
"You're blushing- ohh she is! OMG were you have a dirty daydream?" Mercy teased and Dan looked up hopefully.
Wow, smooth my friend.
"Of course not Merce thats horrid!" My mind disagreed but she was encouraged by my blush deepening red against my pale complexion. Damn circulatory system!
Mercy's eyes bugged out of their sockets and her mouth opened wide to tease me more. I cut her off quickly when I said
"It was just a memory" I said timidly. Mercy shut her mouth but was still curious. Dan scowled at this sandwich as he ate and Colette was wearing a smile Barbie would be proud of.
"What was it? Was it you and Louis getting down and dirty?" My blush returned before I could justify myself which made Mercy continue with "Holy crap it was! Dan? Leave, I want all the details."
I smacked her arm across the table to shut up my friend. I glared at her whilst she smiled innocently back at me. She was so lucky that I loved her to pieces.
Casting a shy glance at Dan, who was watching the exchange with venomous curiosity I caught his eye and softened his scowl.
I turned back to Mercy and Colette.
"Ill tell you guys later, Ive got to get to class." Luckily I was finished with lunch so I had an excuse to get out of there before my cheeks became redder than lava.
As I was leaving swiftly, I remembered an important point that I didn't ask them. I spun on my heel and returned to our usual lunch table where Dan was still watching me and Mercy and Colette were on their phones.
I yanked Colette's phone out of her hand and her outcry was the response I received.
"Please don't tell Niall" I begged her, deleting the words OMG babe Summer just had remembered a memory about her and Lou from her text bar.
She crossed her arms defiantly and with a pout replied "Why not? It's good news!"
"Because it will get his hopes up... and the other lads too" I added, though we all know I meant Louis.
I cast a glance at Dan who was listening in like Mercy was. We hadnt directly told him that we knew One Direction and I really didn't want to bring it up, so as far as he knows Niall is the name of Colette's boyfriend and we were friends with his friends. Unless he used that brain of his and worked it out; so far he's showing no signs of cracking the case.
"And besides, it has happened before and nothing came out of it." Maybe the sad tone to my voice convinced the two head strong girls to drop the subject, or maybe the fact that Dan was here, I don't know, but thankful was I when they did.
Leaving for real this time, I checked my phone as I journeyed to my locker, smiling as I saw the text from Louis.
Sender: Lou Lou
I don't think so- tell that to the many people I have gained from ;)
Well that was a punch in the gut. I didn't really want to know the sexual favours he gained from being a famous boy band member. My heart swelled as I realised the bigger picture: Girls threw themselves at him. Yes some of them were spoilt 13 year olds but some of them were gorgeous, supermodel worthy 20 year olds who could seduce him with a sway of their hips. Abi was the perfect example of that.
Running low: Summer's self esteem.
Shoving my phone into my pocket I dwindled on those depressing thoughts, beating myself up verbally as my mouth setted into an uncomfortable scowl.
As I slammed my poor locker shut, my phone vibrated again. One part of me didn't want to check it; He had hardly brushed the subject and my heart was already heavy, I didn't need the full breakdown.
The other part of me, the curious part, already had me reaching inside my pocket as I dodged the students milling round the hallways to get to their next class. Indeed, it was a text from him.
Sender: Lou Lou
Oh shit, I realised how wrong that sounded- I MEANT FREE FOOD!
And that's when I laughed out loud in the middle of our crowded hallway. My jealous side was soothed and the cute worry he had shown through it was borderline squeal worthy.
Happily, I replied
Sender: Summer
You are beginning to sound like Niall ;)
And the conversation returned. He didn't mention anything about my memory which either means he's being sneaky or Colette stuck to her word.
The thought of the memory made my cheeks blossom like a rose and my smile turned creepy. Its not like I have never been that close to a boy, saying that in the least sluttiest way possible, its just the thought that we were...physical got me desiring again. Damn I sound like a grandma but I'm sure the whole female population agrees with me in that they would like a piece of that ass.
STOP IT SUMMER I reprimanded myself, breathing deeply to control my blush which I could feel heating my cheeks.
These thoughts raised the question that I could never ask; did me and Louis, you know....do it? Gosh I feel like a silly teenager but the question was a valid one. Mercy didn't mention it so that means I didn't tell her and neither did Colette. The only person I could ask was the man himself and seeing as I can barely talk to him in person, that's a definite N-O spells no way.
Maybe I could ask Niall sneakily? I thought whilst working on what the teacher has asked us to do for the lesson. Luckily none of my close friends are in this lesson otherwise I would not be able to delve deeper into my knotted thoughts in order to unravel them without them talking in my ear. I love them to bits but with a toddler child at home its hard to get real alone time.
I had basically finished my work when the bell rang, signalling the end of the day. Returning to my locker , as this was where I was meeting Dan, I remembered that I need to ask my mum if I can go. She will say yes, but she needs to know where I am.
Dialling the familiar number idly, placing the phone between my shoulder and ear as I juggle the mountain of books I have to take home. The dial tone was heard for a few more moments before a breathless Mum answered the phone.
"Hello?" she breathed, sounding out of breath.
"Hey mum, its me Summer. Gosh you sound like you've run a marathon- or maybe you have some lover boy over" I joked into the phone.
I was greeted with a nervous laugh before she said "Ha-ha yeah Summer. What's up?"
Puzzled, I stood up straighter, concentrating on the call. "Ermm, I was just calling to say that I am going over to Dan's to do some stuff for school. I wont be back for dinner I don't think. Are you sure you are alright?"
"Yes, fine fine. Have fun with Dan. Il see you soon, be safe." She rushed.
I had to stop the urge to say "You too" but she had already hung up.
I scowl at the phone and mumbled "That was weird".Normally she tries to halt all contact with Dan- another member of the pro-Louis squad right there- but today she didn't even blink. A feeling that she wasn't really listening to the conversation overtook me.
"Yeah, your face is pretty weird" A manly voice said in my ear, making me jump. In the process, I dropped my phone but it did not reach the floor, as a pair of arms reached round each side of my waist to catch it, pulling my flush against his body.
"Clumsy" Dan whispered, placing the phone back in my hand. The proximity of us still had me stunned, wrapped in the scent of his aftershave. His chin hovered close to the skin on the join between my shoulder and neck and I thanked the lord that the hall was crowded so no one noticed the embrace.
I coughed and turned round to meet Dan's eyes with a smile. His smirk knew the effect his close exterior had caused and I punched him once in the stomach to deflate his ego.
We continued to his car and chatted happily, delving deeper into each other's lives, seeing as we only met a week ago.
The drive to his house was longer than I expected but he had softened it with 'Randoms'- my favourite sweets of the moment. I didn't like some of the sweets so I fed him the ones I didn't like as we argued about music that we played on the speakers.
Soon we reached a nice house which was nestled next to two identical ones. The door was grand and I noted that this was like the house that I have always wanted to live in. Lucky I don't believe in fate, I thought.
He unlocked the door and welcomed me to an empty house. "My parents are still at work and my younger sister Allie isn't in from school." He explained as he led me to his room.
He had told me previously that he had a 13 year old sister, Alison, who drove him up the wall. Standard sibling disputes. His father was a high end solicitor whilst his mother owned a bakery nearby which also doubled as a great music shop. "Thats where the love of music came from" I had justified.
We walked into his room which was typical for a teenage music lover. Posters scattered the walls and pictures of Dan with his idols and signed t shirts hung proudly throughout. Green was a light way of putting the expression I wore as I gazed upon them.
"Come on, keep moving Green Giant" he laughed, leading me by the hips towards a door that I had not noticed.
When I went inside I got the biggest shock. The room was stark white, but I could tell that was a new addition due to the intoxicating smell of paint. The only things inside were recording equipment, including lights and amplifiers,, and fabrics hanging from the ceiling in an eery pattern with a fan facing them. Also to the side was pots of colourful powders.
"So this is where you do your murders then?" I remarked, earning a laugh from behind. With his hands still on my hips I felt uncomfortable. Not because they were there, but because I was starting to like it.
He explained that he was shooting a video for a song he had written and he wanted me to star in it. Lets just say I was ecstatic! Starring in a video that I will actually remember seemed to be a good plan.
I was to dress up in white, which Dan supplied, and was supposed to do a mix of dancing and jumping and other things whilst surrounded my powder paint and the fan making the fabric twist and fly. I squealed excitedly as we got down to it.
It was a few fun hours, I must admit. He was jokey but still was assertive in what he wanted me to do. I could really tell he was a professional at this.
He played the song for me so I knew the beat and I danced my heart out, happy to be able to do it without a care in the world.
Nearing the end, I had grabbed Dan and brought him in front of the camera, covering him in blue powder paint. This resulted in a flirty tickle war all filmed on the camera. Half of me wanted to keep that section in, but another half was aware of the trouble it would cause.
When I had cleaned up, Dan and I watched a movie whilst he edited the video. I had had a great day with a great friend and my heart may have been thumping as I rested my head on his shoulder, but I put it down to my raging hormones.
I met Allie too, a moody girl but deep down I could tell she was nice. Or, I hoped. By the time I had left, I had got her to a least talk to me without her phone permanently glued to her hand, which was an achievement these days- not that I can talk.
Mum had agreed to pick me up as she didn't want me travelling round London when it was dark. In the lightless car I could still feel her smile and I was itching to ask what was making her so happy. I soon calmed myself enough to realise that Mum was a big girl and if she wanted to tell me, then she would. But I really hope it's a nice man for her, because she really deserves one.
"Have you heard from Dr. J?" I broke the silence. Matt was sleeping soundly in the back seat of a newly bought car. Mum realised that she needed a car so she can get better acting jobs further out and I'm not complaining either.
"What? No. Why would I? What?" Mum answered sharply, eyes gripped to the road guiltily.
Perplexed by her reaction, I continued carefully: "He said that he would be checking in with you to discuss my condition. I remembered something today so I thought I might tell him."
"Oh" was her response and I did not miss the relief in her voice.
Before I could question her, she said "Yes, I heard from him today, he said he wants us-I mean- you to come into the hospital for an appointment soon."
I nodded as I turned back to my phone. I didn't have a message from Louis, which made my heart sink a little. You can't expect him to contact you every hour I thought stupidly.
I explained my day at Dan's house to Mum, who nodded along with my story. Her mind seemed elsewhere and normally I would be miffed at her absentmindedness, but I was so tired I didn't have the energy to.
It seems like I would have to get up early and do my homework, I thought with a yawn.
Feverishly getting changed into bed, I snuggled down into my comforting duvet. I turned onto my side and drew patterns into the beds surface, just like I had done with Louis in my memory. I could still remember the pressure of his hand around my waist, the flex of the muscle as the edged me closer into his side.
My heart pummelled and I sighed deepily. I am going to make it my mission to find out what Louis and I got up to in those days of being together. Seeing as Niall wasn't there, I realised there was no point asking him.
I found a new target as I drifted off to sleep.
That curly haired boy better watch his back, I thought sneakily as the darkness fell over my tired brain.
(A/N I was going to stop here but NO you guys deserve more!)
The next day, I got to know that Colette was going to the boys' house to pick Niall before they went out. I knew that I couldn't put anything past her, so I said that in my memory I saw something that I needed to clarify with Harry. I had told Mercy and Colette the whole thing that very morning (I had endured their squeals and nudges for the passing hours up until lunch angrily, I might add) so they knew what went down.
Colette said that Niall had agreed to bring Harry outside the house away from Louis so that I can talk to him. I hadn't really spoken to the boy much after the accident and I have heard that he was pretty devastated and believed that it was his fault, so clearing that up will also take place at the same time.
The date was set and I was pretty nervous, although I tried to convince my ninja-Sherlock side that I wasn't. I hadn't restarted a conversation with Louis as the pain in my chest at the fact that I cannot relive the memory for myself has deterred me from getting into a friendship with him. I'm sure the friend-zone works both ways, no matter what boys say.
But obviously I wasn't sad enough to count the time between when we last spoke...23 hours 4 minutes and 8 seconds. Haha.
Dan had told me that he had started the final stages of editing last night and was excited to post it on YouTube. I had stalked him and realised he had a large fan base so I was also excited for the reaction. Colette and Merce still gave us disapproving looks whenever we talked about our night, which was starting to get annoying.
The day passed quickly and luckily my homework pile was not as large as it could have been. Exams were looming after all, so revision seemed to be on every teacher's lips. Yeah yeah, every student knows that's translation for no homework.
As I continued through the halls to my next class, I was so deep in thought about whether I should wear a disguise to the boys' house tonight, I didn't notice a box on the floor until I had tripped over it and knocked its contents.
Cursing, I started to pick up the stuff when another pair of hands join me. I looked up and saw the girl that had asked me for a picture once when I had my memory. Mercy had informed me of them and had shown me the picture the girl had posted on her blog. Cute.
I beamed at her and apologised for the accident. She looked too shell shocked to reply, so I looked upon the things I had knocked over to see that they were fliers and posters, advertising something I had completely forgot about.
The Jan Dan.
The Jan Dan stood for January Dance and was your typical cliché prom that our school holds. The boy has to ask the girl and we all dress up cute with a theme some years. It was fun I must admit but I have only ever gone with Jay or Mercy, so going alone will sure as hell suck.
I gave the girl back her posters and grabbed my own bag, trying to flee the scene without any awkward questions.
"I know it was you" Too late.
I spun round, putting on my best confused face and inquired "Know what was me?"
"Louis' unnamed girlfriend said to have an accident the same time you missed school from a head injury." She said timidly, gauging my reaction.
Well crap. I don't know whether to shoot her down or admit it, because it seems to me that she had already made it clear she knew.
"Ha. Nice one Sherlock Holmes" I winked and hopped skipped out of there pronto.
Turning a corner, I let out a breath as I reached my classroom. Sitting down next to Dan after a few friendly greetings with classmates, I unpacked my stuff ready for Music Tech class.
"Hey Sum, you wanna see some of the video??" Dan smirked, making me internally swoon. My demographic for men was skinny jeans, a cute smile and nice hair and boy was Dan ticking those boxes today.
Down Summer. Not necessary.
"Sure!" I beamed.
"Well, you cant its a secret." I shot him a scathing look and went back to the lesson, my mind switching between my attractions to Dan, The Jan Dan outfit ideas and my meeting with Harry tonight.
As I edited my work during class, my phone softly vibrated on the table where I had it plugged into the computer. Sneakily I peaked at the incoming message
Sender: Hazza Bear
So apparently we are on a top secret mission? ;)
I laughed. I realised that I already had his number but I never thought to struck up a conversation. It would have been easier, but also slightly awkward.
Sender: Summer
Keep it on the down low Honey boo boo, we don't want James Bond finding out
I kept up teasing conversation between listening to the teachers and working until the end of school.
Colette and I's plan was for me to run home and change before she picks me up. With me hiding in the back, I would sneak out whilst Niall leaves and meet Harry somewhere to talk.
Genius? Of course. Over the top? A little bit.
I dressed accordingly, sticking with dark colours and covering most of my hair with a beanie. When Colette had arrived to pick me up she had laughed louder than the hyenas in 'The Lion King'.
The drive was shorter than I thought, seeing as I couldn't remember the place itself. Colette entered a code into a key pad and the gates opened to reveal a modestly expensive house. I drank it in with greedy eyes and spotted Niall and Harry leaning at the door, accompanied by Zayn who was smoking.
I had a panic attack as I saw Zayn. Damn he better not mess this up. I saw Niall say goodbye to the lads and watched as Harry said something to Zayn and follow the irish lad.
"Now's your chance, Zayn's looking at his phone because I told him there was an interesting tweet I just saw." Niall said, kissing his girlfriend on the cheek.
With a meek nod I jumped out of the car right into Harry, who kept the greetings short and hurried us to a secluded garden in the corner.
"Did he see?" I asked quietly. Harry shook his head. When Colette's car pulled away and Zayn journeyed on his cigarette walk to another part of the house, Harry surprised me with a crushing hug.
"Missed you" he said simply. My heart swelled at the boy in my arms and I felt tears spring to my eyes at the thought of losing so many memories with this lad. I hugged him tighter and we held onto each other for a few minutes.
Knowing that I couldn't dive into such an awkward subject which was my reason to be here, I struck up conversation with the curly haired boy as we sat on the mossy bench hidden in this secret place. He obliged, his intense stare making it difficult for me to say that I'm doing great like I tell everyone.
I looked down nervously when it came to the moment I needed to guide our innocent conversation into a darker corner.
"How's Louis really doing? I mean he pretends he's fine but I can tell he isn't." Silence greeted my question and I looked up to see Harry sizing me up; probably wondering if I can handle the truth.
"He's...coping. With you still talking to him he was better but since you stopped talking to him yesterday..."he trailed off insinuatingly, his words wracking me with guilt.
Of course! Stupidly. I didn't think about the effects on him not talking to me- selfish and Summer do start with the same letter after all.
I placed my head in my hands and groaned guiltily. Harry was silent in my internal struggle but after a few seconds he took my hand and led me along the trees in the garden space, stopping abruptly behind a rather large one.
Confused, I turned to him. He positioned me so that my gaze fell between a gap in the bare branches and pointed out a figure I had not noticed before.
My heart ached at the distance between and I found myself whimpering aloud. Louis sat with his back against a forgotten shed, staring up at the sky. His tranquil sadness rolled off him in waves and each one hit me with force, making me want to abandon my hiding place and run to him.
I stayed put though, both due to Harry keeping me here and logic. Would he really greet his kind of girlfriend who can't remember him running out of the woods Bella Swan style in his weakest moment? That's a no-brainer.
"He spent a lot of time out here when you were being all vegetable, well thats when the doctors made him go home. The place must hold some memory, right?"
I found myself nodding without realising. I did recognise the shed, I could almost feel the mossy edges under my touch before my mind block smacked it back again. But just from déjà vu, I knew this was special.
"This is his first time out here since you guys started talking again." Harry whispered. Damn him, I thought. He really knew how to make girls have epiphanies.
After watching him for a further minute, I felt like a peeping tom so with a prolonged look behind me as I absorbed his features, from his sharp cheekbones to his messy hair, Harry and I continued back to the bench.
I decided that now was the time to really ask what I wanted to know.
"Harry" I began, kicking up the dust from the ground.
"Yes" he drawled, sensing I am finally getting to the point.
"You and Louis are best friends right? Well, of course you are, Im not that dumb. I was just trying to start this off easy. Silly me. But best friends tell each other lots of stuff right? Well I tell a lot of things to Colette and Mercy, I don't know if its the same for boys. Is it the same? Is-" My babbling was cut off when Harry flicked my forehead to get my attention.
Clutching my battle wound, kind of, I glared at him.
"Yes he's my best friend and yes we do tell each other 'stuff'" he quoted me, curiosity brimming.
I bit my lip and with a deep breath, I took the plunge.
"How far did he and I go?" I asked.
There was a silence before I heard Harry trying to stifle his laughter. I felt my body heating up in embarrassment, the cold no longer felt across the surface of my skin as I realised my stupidity.
Gosh blood, why do you pump so close to the surface when I'm embarrassed, do you think copious amounts of blood to the skin will ricochet the mean laughter the comes from embarrassment. Nice one, body.
When Harry's laughs started to get too loud, bearing in mind two out of five lads of the boy band were in loud noise hearing radius, I shushed him hurriedly.
He coughed out his laughter before turning to my angrily embarrassed frame.
"Sorry, sorry. It just, caught me off guard" he whispered apologetically, wiping a tear that had fallen.
I said nothing, pouting childishly. He pulled out my stuck out bottom lip to get my attention so I begrudgingly turned to him.
"Forget it, I was just wonder-"I started.
"You made out. I know that for sure. From the sly smile he gave me once when you were with Colette hinted that you got a bit...physical" he faltered from trying not to laugh, but continued. "You hadn't had sex. We were only confined for four days which was basically when your relationship started and I don't think you are that type of girl. He would have told me though, I'm sure."
I puffed out a breath.
"Its fine, your purity is in tact" he winked, and now it was my time to laugh.
He cocked his eyebrow, confused at my sudden laughing fit.
"Why are you-" His face dawned with realisation before he adorned a creepy smile. "Oh you cheeky mare, you have already done the deed."
"Harry, we are the same age, shut up" he shrugged with understanding at my argument and I smiled cheekily.
"Why are you asking this?" he wondered the question I hoped that he wouldn't.
I picked at my nails, refusing to meet that laser strength gaze.
"No reason, him being my boyfriend I just wanted to know what was what." I shrugged to drive home the lie.
He didn't seem to believe it, but his inquiry was interrupted by the gates opening again, revealing Colette's car.
I stood up hastily and Harry copied, pulling at his trousers as we both watched the car come to a halt close to a tree. Nice thinking Colette, I could easily get into the car now.
Turning to Harry I bid him a hearty goodbye with a wrestler worthy hug, and he helped me sneak back to the car.
Unfortunately, we stumbled across a very intimate moment between the couple and lets just say my poor virgin eyes were scarred.
It seems like Im not the only person being embarrassed tonight.
With a quick goodbye from Niall and a long kiss for him from Colette, we drove off quickly as it was getting late.
"How was it?" I asked my best friend.
She sighed dreamily and from her smudged lip stick and ruffled clothing I knew the answer.
"What about you? Did Harry clear it up?" I simply nodded.
I received a text soon after so I opened it eagerly, distracting Colette from her own Spanish Inquisition.
Sender: Hazza Bear
Your secret's safe with me Sum-Sum ;) x
p.s. text Louis will you, if I see another long face I will need to build a horse stable!
I stifled a laugh at his joke and closed the text.
I was tired now, so I will text him tomorrow. A long day had just unravelled, taking with it both complicated puzzles and distressing thoughts to understand.
One things for sure; this wasn't over.
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