Lost and Found
Chapter 26: With Pleasure
Andi's POV:
"So where am I sitting?" I asked as I got onto the plane. The inside stunned just as much as the fact that they have their own private plan. It was just...incredible. Louis squeezed my hand as he scanned the area.
"Ummm." He mumbled, searching the seats. They were all pretty spaced out but they were pretty much in pairs. Unfortunately, none of the pairs were available. Leave it to the guys to do that. Lou frowned as Harry spoke up.
"Boo Bear! I've missed you!" He exclaimed, running over and engulfing my boyfriend in a hug. Their bromance broke our hands apart. Not that I minded. Their love is just overwhelming. "You sit by me and we can talk and-" Harry continued, dragging Louis along with him. Our eyes met briefly as he passed. Desperation lingered in his pupils, but I just smiled and shook my head. This will be good for him. I hope...
"Andi...you can sit with me." My smile faded as I turned toward the voice. Zayn had offered me a spot. Wow, I haven't talked to him since our little fight. If that's what you'd call it. Better late than never.
"Thanks." I murmured, plopping down beside him. My eyes were instantly drawn to my shoes, my fingers fiddling with each other in my lap. Silence exuded from the boy beside me.
Well, this is awkward.
(A/N: What it's like...haha awkwardly looking... Oh nick jonas :))
"Andi I-"
"Zayn I-"
We both had started talking at the same time. Our gazes locked and we both smiled a bit.
"You first." He offered.
"No you." He narrowed his eyes at me because of my contradiction. Well if he's going to be that way.
"Fine. Zayn, I'm sorry." I bit my lip. "You know about what happened at my house. I know it was a while ago, but we never really talked about it. And I just-well, I just wanted you to know that I was sorry for freaking out." I looked away at the end of my speech. I hope he forgives me. It's not like it's that big of a deal anyway.
"Actually Andi, I was going to apologize for being up your ass about everything. You were completely right. I'm just your friend, a new friend. I should have backed off." My head swung back around. Did he just say what I think he said?
"You have no reason to apologize. It's fine, okay?" He nodded and I smiled at him. With a tiny bit f urging, he followed suit, the smile brightening his entire face. Then we fell silent and the floor gained my attention once again.
And the awkwardness returns.
"Zayn?" I inquired, thinking back to that day.
"Hmm?"
"Why did you look at me like you did when you came out of the kitchen?" He just looked at me funny right now. I scowled. "I'm serious. You looked all wistful. It was like you were remembering something good." This time, he was the one who looked away. I leaned forward, trying to figure out what he was thinking. Zayn clasped his hands together, balancing his elbows on his knees.
"I was remembering someone very important to me, who was taken away."
Oh.
"Andria." I whispered. He shot me a look of surprise. I guess Louis didn't tell him he told me. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. I went to defend Lou, but Zayn beat me to it.
"It's fine. I figured he'd tell you eventually." Zayn offered up a light smile, which I returned.
"Why did you remember her then?" I asked cautiously. This is probably still a touchy subject for him. But I can't help my curiosity.
"Your eyes."
"My eyes?" I'm so confused. My eyes reminded him of his dead sister? That's a nice thought. He must have guessed my thoughts.
"They remind me of hers, when she was alive. Dark, but somehow bright. Full of life. I see in your eyes the spark I saw in hers. I see her in you." He explained.
I never thought that that was the reason. I guess I should be honored by what he's saying. By what I've heard so far, Andria was an amazing girl. Granted Lou and Zayn are biased, but I have a feeling that the others would say the same great things about her. I just get this feeling that I'm missing something, or forget something. It doesn't help that it could be something I'll never remember.
I looked back up at Zayn. "Oh. That's..."
"Weird. Strange. I know, trust me. It's just for some reason, you remind me of her in the strangest of ways. Your eyes are probably the most normal of the similarities." He admitted. Should I be creeped out by this? Whatever. I'm just gonna choose not to be. If he starts comparing me to her dead body though, we're gonna have some issues. Oh, wait. Her body wasn't found. Sad...
"Uh huh." I stated, smirking over at him. He nudged me shoulder teasingly.
"Shut up."
"With pleasure." I chuckled and just like that I was sucked into a trip down memory lane.
"Please stop. Please." I whimper, a man's hard body pressing me into a brick wall. The edges were digging into my back. I swallow my pain, closing my eyes tightly. I just want to be left alone.
"No can do sweetheart. We're gonna have some fun tonight." The man growls in my ear. His beard scratches my cheek and I know that skin will be red and raw tomorrow. If I live to see tomorrow. But I don't want this. My mind and body don't want this. It is dark, even as I open my eyes.
"Just finish with her, bro." A different person calls out. My head jerks to that direction. Fear takes over my body. With a sudden burst of energy, I yank my knee up, jamming into the man's stomach. He hunches over in pain as I dash away, shouts following behind me. Things become blurry once again.
I come back to reality for a moment. Zayn is staring at me, watching me with worry. Is the panic from the memory shown on my face. I have no time to answer his distant question before I'm sucked back in.
I'm on a bridge. The wind is cool against my skin. It is still dark. A man stands before me, his body blocking out the moon. In my heart, I know it is the same man from before, who had me up against the wall. He holds something level with my chest. I know not what it is. I hear footsteps along with my own panting breath.
"Please." I plead once again. For some reason, I know it will do me no good.
"Shoot her." A voice in the distance yells. It the other man from the alley. My eyes return to the man before me.
"With pleasure." He growls. He is lining the barrel of his gun up with my heart. I begin to duck, to dive to the floor when his shot rings out. I don't know if it was my movement or the lack of light that caused it, but his bullet hits my shoulder, instead of my heart. My screams fill my ears.
I can't breath. No matter what I do, I feel as if I'm gulping down water. My breathing is quick and unsteady, fear coursing through my veins. I know I screamed, even in reality. That was too real. Even though that probably happened, it was too real for a memory. Panic sent my gaze spinning, unable to settle it on one specific thing. My mind couldn't focus. I can't breath. I hear shouts from around me, but the voices are all mush. Everything is blurry, like a window when the rain is pouring. Finally, something reaches me.
A hand grips my shoulder. I can use that. I can use that to anchor myself. I just need to breath. That's it. Just calm down and breath. My vision begins to clear and I can see the boys gathered around me. It is Zayn's hand that is on my shoulder. I couldn't even feel the hand Louis had holding mine. I did however loosen my grip on his fingers. God knows how tight I was holding it. Everyone is quiet as my heart returns to it's normal beat.
"Andi." Someone states and I know what's coming next.
"What happened?" They ask
"I know what happened that night."
"So where am I sitting?" I asked as I got onto the plane. The inside stunned just as much as the fact that they have their own private plan. It was just...incredible. Louis squeezed my hand as he scanned the area.
"Ummm." He mumbled, searching the seats. They were all pretty spaced out but they were pretty much in pairs. Unfortunately, none of the pairs were available. Leave it to the guys to do that. Lou frowned as Harry spoke up.
"Boo Bear! I've missed you!" He exclaimed, running over and engulfing my boyfriend in a hug. Their bromance broke our hands apart. Not that I minded. Their love is just overwhelming. "You sit by me and we can talk and-" Harry continued, dragging Louis along with him. Our eyes met briefly as he passed. Desperation lingered in his pupils, but I just smiled and shook my head. This will be good for him. I hope...
"Andi...you can sit with me." My smile faded as I turned toward the voice. Zayn had offered me a spot. Wow, I haven't talked to him since our little fight. If that's what you'd call it. Better late than never.
"Thanks." I murmured, plopping down beside him. My eyes were instantly drawn to my shoes, my fingers fiddling with each other in my lap. Silence exuded from the boy beside me.
Well, this is awkward.
(A/N: What it's like...haha awkwardly looking... Oh nick jonas :))
"Andi I-"
"Zayn I-"
We both had started talking at the same time. Our gazes locked and we both smiled a bit.
"You first." He offered.
"No you." He narrowed his eyes at me because of my contradiction. Well if he's going to be that way.
"Fine. Zayn, I'm sorry." I bit my lip. "You know about what happened at my house. I know it was a while ago, but we never really talked about it. And I just-well, I just wanted you to know that I was sorry for freaking out." I looked away at the end of my speech. I hope he forgives me. It's not like it's that big of a deal anyway.
"Actually Andi, I was going to apologize for being up your ass about everything. You were completely right. I'm just your friend, a new friend. I should have backed off." My head swung back around. Did he just say what I think he said?
"You have no reason to apologize. It's fine, okay?" He nodded and I smiled at him. With a tiny bit f urging, he followed suit, the smile brightening his entire face. Then we fell silent and the floor gained my attention once again.
And the awkwardness returns.
"Zayn?" I inquired, thinking back to that day.
"Hmm?"
"Why did you look at me like you did when you came out of the kitchen?" He just looked at me funny right now. I scowled. "I'm serious. You looked all wistful. It was like you were remembering something good." This time, he was the one who looked away. I leaned forward, trying to figure out what he was thinking. Zayn clasped his hands together, balancing his elbows on his knees.
"I was remembering someone very important to me, who was taken away."
Oh.
"Andria." I whispered. He shot me a look of surprise. I guess Louis didn't tell him he told me. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything. I went to defend Lou, but Zayn beat me to it.
"It's fine. I figured he'd tell you eventually." Zayn offered up a light smile, which I returned.
"Why did you remember her then?" I asked cautiously. This is probably still a touchy subject for him. But I can't help my curiosity.
"Your eyes."
"My eyes?" I'm so confused. My eyes reminded him of his dead sister? That's a nice thought. He must have guessed my thoughts.
"They remind me of hers, when she was alive. Dark, but somehow bright. Full of life. I see in your eyes the spark I saw in hers. I see her in you." He explained.
I never thought that that was the reason. I guess I should be honored by what he's saying. By what I've heard so far, Andria was an amazing girl. Granted Lou and Zayn are biased, but I have a feeling that the others would say the same great things about her. I just get this feeling that I'm missing something, or forget something. It doesn't help that it could be something I'll never remember.
I looked back up at Zayn. "Oh. That's..."
"Weird. Strange. I know, trust me. It's just for some reason, you remind me of her in the strangest of ways. Your eyes are probably the most normal of the similarities." He admitted. Should I be creeped out by this? Whatever. I'm just gonna choose not to be. If he starts comparing me to her dead body though, we're gonna have some issues. Oh, wait. Her body wasn't found. Sad...
"Uh huh." I stated, smirking over at him. He nudged me shoulder teasingly.
"Shut up."
"With pleasure." I chuckled and just like that I was sucked into a trip down memory lane.
"Please stop. Please." I whimper, a man's hard body pressing me into a brick wall. The edges were digging into my back. I swallow my pain, closing my eyes tightly. I just want to be left alone.
"No can do sweetheart. We're gonna have some fun tonight." The man growls in my ear. His beard scratches my cheek and I know that skin will be red and raw tomorrow. If I live to see tomorrow. But I don't want this. My mind and body don't want this. It is dark, even as I open my eyes.
"Just finish with her, bro." A different person calls out. My head jerks to that direction. Fear takes over my body. With a sudden burst of energy, I yank my knee up, jamming into the man's stomach. He hunches over in pain as I dash away, shouts following behind me. Things become blurry once again.
I come back to reality for a moment. Zayn is staring at me, watching me with worry. Is the panic from the memory shown on my face. I have no time to answer his distant question before I'm sucked back in.
I'm on a bridge. The wind is cool against my skin. It is still dark. A man stands before me, his body blocking out the moon. In my heart, I know it is the same man from before, who had me up against the wall. He holds something level with my chest. I know not what it is. I hear footsteps along with my own panting breath.
"Please." I plead once again. For some reason, I know it will do me no good.
"Shoot her." A voice in the distance yells. It the other man from the alley. My eyes return to the man before me.
"With pleasure." He growls. He is lining the barrel of his gun up with my heart. I begin to duck, to dive to the floor when his shot rings out. I don't know if it was my movement or the lack of light that caused it, but his bullet hits my shoulder, instead of my heart. My screams fill my ears.
I can't breath. No matter what I do, I feel as if I'm gulping down water. My breathing is quick and unsteady, fear coursing through my veins. I know I screamed, even in reality. That was too real. Even though that probably happened, it was too real for a memory. Panic sent my gaze spinning, unable to settle it on one specific thing. My mind couldn't focus. I can't breath. I hear shouts from around me, but the voices are all mush. Everything is blurry, like a window when the rain is pouring. Finally, something reaches me.
A hand grips my shoulder. I can use that. I can use that to anchor myself. I just need to breath. That's it. Just calm down and breath. My vision begins to clear and I can see the boys gathered around me. It is Zayn's hand that is on my shoulder. I couldn't even feel the hand Louis had holding mine. I did however loosen my grip on his fingers. God knows how tight I was holding it. Everyone is quiet as my heart returns to it's normal beat.
"Andi." Someone states and I know what's coming next.
"What happened?" They ask
"I know what happened that night."
Notes
Oooo so Andi and Zayn finally talked it all out. And ANDI HAS A MEMORY FROM THE NIGHT SHE LOST HER MEMORY!!!!!!!!!
1. Do you know how she lost her memory yet????
2. Why does Andi remind Zayn of Andria??? It's kinda creepy if you ask me....hehehe
Btw sorry i haven't updated. Got into a fight with mah bestie, It's all good now though!!! <3 :):) :D Any of you been in fights with your friends recently? If you wanna talk, just message me. or if you wanna know what happened message me!
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Izzy <3
Andi is Andria! I just have this feeling! She resembles her, and both boys says she reminds them of her!
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