Before they left...

Andi's POV:

What the hell?

I couldn't stop staring at his face. That's where it was so familiar. It made sense in some wierd way, but Zayn? He's the boy from the memories? I couldn't be wrong. His hair was a different style than it is in the memories, but his eyes? His face? Everything about him? Even his words! They're all the same!

But how?

In the memories, it's like we're best friends or something more, but it never feels romantic. Even now, I don't feel any sort of attraction to him, even though I really should. Was he once my best friend? It seems ridiculous to think that one of the members of One Direction used to be a close friend to me, but it's possible right? Not like I would know obviously, but theoretically it could be. But wouldn't he recognize me? I mean people don't change that much...

"Andi?" Zayn asked, bring me back to reality. I blinked away the fog, focusing on the now known face.

"How did you know me?" I demanded, even though he probably had no clue what I was refering to.

"Huh?" He blurted. Exactly. No clue.

"Uhhh... n-nothing. I-i just like blanked." I laughed, making me white lie sound slightly true. He looked at me funny, but left it alone. Thankfully. Questions still circled my head, but I put them away for now. "Actually, I gotta use the bathroom. So I'll meet you in the room okay?" I said, barely waiting for him to nod before walking away. The moment I turned the corner, I was in a full-on sprint. I had to beat Zayn back.

Bathroom? Hell. No. I needed to go somewhere. Not a bathroom. Anywhere but here works for me right now. I just need time to focus and think. To clear my head. I need peace and quiet. But Lyna has the keys and I can't leave them here. My breath came in pants as I raced to the dressing room. I finally made it to the door, huffing with my hands resting on my knees. Quickly, my eyes scanned the hall. No Zayn. Did he beat me? Guess we'll find out.

***

In the car...Now...


"Zayn's in my memories." I blurted, my legs bouncing unevenly. I had to do something, rather than sit still. My body just couldn't stop moving right now.

"What?" The girls exclaimed at the same time. I sighed, not wanting to explain. I hate having to do that. But I always do. Might as well get used to it now.

"That memory journal you guys said to keep? Well I did it. And Zayn's the boy in the dream thingies I've had." I panted. Just revealing the new secret made me out of breath.

"Oh my god! Do you know what this means?" Lyna squealing, looking at me with excitement on her face.

"What?" I asked caustiously. Do I really wanna hear this?

"We have to ask him what he knows!" Belle said. I guess she understood what Lyna meant. Wow...I feel out of the loop.

"I don't know guys. He probably doesn't remember anything. And what if I'm wrong?" The question hung in the open air for a moment before Lyna physically waved away my doubts.

"No, I saw your face. You're right. And we need to find out what he knows." Lyna concluded, nodding her head to signifying the decision.

Belle agreed with her. "Come on, Andi. Aren't you excited? You'll finally get to learn something about your past!"

I cocked my head at them. They're right. I do get to learn something now. I won't be completely in the dark about my old life. A smile spread on my lips. I was gonna know something. I wonder what Zayn can tell me? He and I seem pretty close in the memories...hmmm. Maybe he knew me since and early age. Maybe he knows who my real parents are! Maybe he knows about that night that ruined it all.

But what if he doesn't? What if he doesn't remember any of it, or just doesn't know? Who knows what he still can recall. With my luck, he'll be the wrong guy. And I'll look like a fool. And feel like a loser. This just sucks.

"Stop." Lyna and Belle said at the same time. "Everything's gonna be fine."

"Thanks guys." I smiled at them, wishing I could hug them right now. They've always been there for me. Lyna mostly. She likes a sister to me. She's been there since the beginning. Well, my beginning at 16ish. Belle has been there a little less, but even with our rough times that we can't seem to avoid, we do okay. Things just get in our way. It's a bumpy ride with her and I.

"I'm gonna text Niall to set up the next time we hang out." Lyna said, eyeing me. "So that you can talk to Zayn." I sighed, plopping my head in my hands. I still don't think he's gonna remember me. And if he does, will I like what I hear? What if he tells me something bad? What if I can't handle it? Maybe I don't want to know. I went to stop Lyna, but she was already on the phone with Niall, agreeing to some time and date. This will be interesting. She hung up, pausing for dramatic effect.

"Well?" Belle inquired anxiously. Her hands were fisted, white-knuckled from exertion. Wow, she's excited for something. Lyna winked knowingly at me. Ahhh, someone's got a bit of a crush. I wonder who the lucky pop star is... I'll have to ask.

"We are all hanging out tomorrow! They are coming to your apartment." Lyna said, all the your part at me.

"Grreeeaaaattttt." I groaned. Do I really have to do this.

"Shut up." Belle teased as Lyna put the car in drive. Finally...

"It'll be fun." Lyna stated as if it were fact.

Yeah....

fun....

Notes

So this is the second update tonight. I felt bad because the last one was kind of short. So hope this one was enjoyable. I thought it was okay. Coulda been better.

1. What will happen tomorrow when they hang out?

2. Will Zayn remember Andi? Is he even the right guy?

Love ya bitches!

Izzy <3