Jordan
"Hazza talked to me!" I shrieked.
"I know right!" Lauren said.
"We're so lucky!" I smiled. "Where's the taxi?"
"I don't know. I thought you called it."
"I thought you were supposed to."
" Well, it's two thirty. Looks like we have to walk." Lauren said. Just then, a big, black door opened and hit me in the head. I didn't even get to see who opened the door before I went out.
I woke up about ten minutes later to my name repeatedly being called by Lauren and a familiar male voice.
"What the?" I mumbled.
"Jordan! Are you okay?" Lauren asked.
"Yeah. I think so," I responded.
"I'm so sorry,Love, are you all right?" The man asked.
"Yeah. But who're you?" I asked.
"Jordan! That's Niall." Lauren hissed.
"Who's Niall?" I asked.
"Who's Niall?!" Lauren repeated. " How old are you?"
"Thirteen," I answered confidently.
"What? Jordan you're fifteen," Lauren was shocked.
"When you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you, you're gonna believe them," I sang. "You know that song, Lauren. It's from Fearless. It came out two years ago."
"Oh my goodness!" Lauren cried. "Jordan! Stop playing dumb! This isn't your math class!"
"Playing dumb? I've never played dumb. Why would I need to when I'm the smartest person in our class?" I said confused.
"Um, Lauren, love," Niall spoke for the first time. "Maybe she's not playing dumb. I hit her in the head!"
"Oh, you're probably right. What year is it, Jordan?" Lauren replied.
"Two thousand eleven," I answered confidently.
Niall gave Lauren a hug and she whispered something like "She needs to fall in love with you again."
He nodded and picked me up. Lauren walked behind as we entered through the stage door.
"Hey, boys," Niall spoke. "So I hit this girl with the door and she's had some kind of memory loss. Haz, you said Gemma's husband has an office around here, right?"
"Yeah, he does," Harry said as Lauren nearly melted.
"Can we take her there now?" Niall asked.
"Sure. Why not?" Harry smiled.
"Hi, Harry!" Lauren blushed.
"Hello, Love. You're the girls that gave us cotton candy, right?" Harry asked.
"She is,"Lauren pointed to me. "But she doesn't remember."
"Well,then we better get going." Harry said as he linked arms with Lauren.
How did I remember saying this was going to be the best night ever?