“Just leave it in the sink, Julia will do it,” Louis spoke as he extended his hand for Melanie to grab.
She sighed and did as he told her but leant against the sink with her hands gripping onto the marble and looked at him, “I’m not used to this. At home I always do something in the household. Always did, it feels weird to just leave it there for someone else to do it when it was me who ate off the plate. Julia didn’t even eat anything.”
Louis raised an eyebrow at her and nodded his head. “Yeah, I know,” he replied and shrugged, shuffling his feet forward until his hip was connecting with hers. “It was weird for me at first too because I always did housework myself as well when mum was working or watching after the girls. But now I’m rarely home and I don’t have much time to do all of it.”
She smiled at him and shrugged with a nod, “I guess you’re right… but is there anything in this household you do?”
Before he replied he tilted his head to the side and licked his lip as his mouth broke into a full blown grin and at the same time as the words left his lips, he chuckled quietly, “Yeah,” he whispered and moved forward until Melanie could feel his breath on her skin, “you.”
The girl gasped and shoved his shoulder although there was a grin, which she tried to hide but failed miserably at the attempt. “You idiot!”
He chuckled and raised an eyebrow with a smug grin, “You love it, really.”
She rolled her eyes but let him slip his hand around her waist as he kissed her and whispered against her lips, “Maybe I should do some housework now, huh?”
Louis flinched as the door opened and finally a nurse came in. Immediately she started talking to Melanie as he just stood there, more than just a few inches between him and the bed, and he wished he was able to understand what was said. Where was her father? He could translate for him.
“Wer sind Sie?” The nurse asked but Louis just looked at her puzzled.
“I don’t understand,” he told her and looked back to where Melanie watched him with big yet unsure eyes. How could she not know who he was? Why did this have to happen?
On the one hand he was glad because he feared that she hated him now and obviously now she couldn’t hate him, but on the other hand… it fucking sucked that she had literally no idea who he was.
So this was what it felt like to the fans when he didn’t notice them. Maybe it was something different because he shared actual memories with her, memories only he remembered now and nobody else. He knew what it felt like to kiss her or hold her hand or entangle their legs at night even though she always had cold feet when she slipped into the bed at night.
But still… for the first time, he could understand actually understand the desperation the fans had when he didn’t notice them and he gulped because this feeling really, really hurt.
“I asked you who you were,” the nurse told Louis and his head snapped up; he had zoned out once again.
“My name is Louis. Louis Tomlinson,” he spoke slowly and as clear as possible since the nurse had a strong accent – it was often a sign here that people didn’t speak too much English.
“How are you related to her?” She kept asking and Louis’s eyes scanned over Melanie’s face, who was still just watching him.
“We… I, we’re friends,” he stuttered. Saying those words hurt more than he had thought – he knew that he would have to tell the world sooner or later that Melanie was no longer his girlfriend but actually saying it out loud was even worse than imagining to say it loud.
“Please stay outside for a while,” she told him and with a jerky nod Louis pushed himself off the wall and walked out of the room, feeling Melanie’s curious gaze on him as his arm reached out to grip onto the door handle and pull it towards him, opening the door. He sighed as he stepped out of the room and into the hallway as his phone buzzed in his pocket.
From: Blondie
Msg.: How’re mel and tam? tell harry to answer his phone cus mngmt isnt vry happy abt u 2 leavin w/o sayin anything. i hope the 2 r ok tho and u 2. love ya
Louis blinked a few times at Niall’s text message and his heart hurt suddenly and again his chest was too tight for his body. He considered walking into Tamara’s room and to ask how she was, but he didn’t want to interrupt Harry and her. He didn’t think they would do anything inappropriate but he still thought maybe the girl wouldn’t be too happy to face Louis now.
He sighed and looked up and down the hallway, knowing he had nothing to do so he took a risk and knocked on the door through which Harry had walked earlier and as a male voice told him to come on in, he opened the door carefully and peaked his head inside the room.
He swallowed as he saw Tamara sitting in the bed, Harry’s hands engulfing one of hers with both of his and he seemed lighter than before – the girl looked quite okay apart from a small scratch on her left cheek, beneath the eye and she even smiled sadly.
“Hi,” Louis said and waved his phone in the air, “um, Niall asks how you are and… I wondered too.”
Tamara looked at him before she giggled lightly, drawing in both Harry and Louis’s attention. “It’s awkward to think that like a year ago I begged for you to notice me and that I wished you’d like me and here we are.”
Even Louis couldn’t help but smile at that and nodded, “Good to see you’re okay.”
The girl pursed her lips now and nodded her head as well – it was somehow awkward in the room but Harry squeezed her hand softly every now and then to ease the situation and it actually helped a lot. “Have you seen Melanie, like…?”
Louis nodded his head and again his chest felt too tight to utter out a word. He took a few deep breaths and sat down on one of the chairs in the room. “Yeah, well…” Another sharp intake of air. “She… asked me who I was.”
…
“I do not want to see you,” Cara said with a mad face, glaring at Louis. “Do you even realise how sad Melanie was all this time? She fucking cried every night.”
Melanie raised an eyebrow at the words she heard from outside the door and looked at her father who still had tears in his eyes, but at least he had stopped crying. He had always been a softie when it was up to his two daughters and it made the girl’s heart clench. “What is happening, dad?” She asked him and her dad took a deep breath before he offered her a forced smile.
“You were in a car crash,” he repeated, but Melanie knew that by now. “You and your friend Tamara.”
“Who is Tamara?” Melanie asked. There was something in the back of her mind when she thought of the name but she couldn’t think of a face to put to it.
“She is your best friend from Finland,” he replied.
Melanie gasped and her eyes widened. “That’s so cool, oh my god.”
Just that moment the door opened and a tall girl walked in and it took Melanie several seconds to realise who this girl was. “Cara?” She asked in shock – last time she had seen her sister, she had butt long light brown hair and wore no makeup at all. The girl in front of her had blond hair with pink tips, wore high heels, had monstrous lashes and clothes that looked like she had married someone rich.
The girl’s confident smile wavered, but she nodded. “Hey, Mel.”
“You look so different…”
Cara frowned and asked, “What did I look like the last time we saw each other?” and Melanie described it to her. Cara looked at their father for a second and he looked back at the younger girl before he asked his oldest daughter, “Mel, what year do you think we’re in?”
Feeling a bit paranoid and scared by the glances her family members had shared, Melanie hesitated with her answer, but replied anyways. “2010?”
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A/N: Okay, this is like really short but it's an update anyway and I hope to update soon again :) Leave comments, please!
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Marlene xx