Cari's Pov

"B-But," I heard Ella whining like a small child.

Our parents had just gotten home.

After two months.

Anyway... they were forbidding Louis coming over for the next week or so. Because they wanted to 'catch up' with us, which meant make sure we have good greats and haven't gotten into any trouble before they leave for another two-to-seven months.

Honestly, I don't know why they leave so much, it's not like their jobs are THAT important. Actually, I don't even remember what their jobs are to be honest. They barely are ever here, all they do is make sure we have good.. personalities so to say, and give us money to support ourselves.

"We could use that if we get pregnant though, so that's a good thing," I mumbled to myself, shoving another fistful of popcorn in my mouth as I put my attention back on The Avengers. I love this movie. It's so unrealistic that it could be real. I bet that made no sense, huh?

I laughed before I heard Ella screaming, at the top of her lungs, at our parents. "You're both bastards! You think just because you'll be here for what? A week?! You can ruin what I've made into MY life! I hate you both! You don't give a shit about any of us otherwise you'd be here, like fucking normal parents!"

As I stood up to go calm her down, she ran from the kitchen, making her way upstairs. Hearing her door slammed made me figure out she's got to her room before she let the tears fall. I've never seen her so upset; she's usually so care free and happy, a lot more now that she's with Louis.

Slowly I made my way into the kitchen to see my mother and father talking lowly with each other. "Hi," I said loudly, clearing my throat also.

My parents both jumped and turned to look at me. My mother giving me a small, genuine smile. "Hi darling. How're you?"

"Cut the crap," I said aloud, walking toward the fridge, I'd really only came in here to get a drink, "how long are you staying for?"

As I turned back to face them, with a glass of orange juice in my hand they both looked.. sad, to say the least, "A week or so.." My father said slowly, mumbling almost.

They studied me, trying to find the reaction I USE to have, the one where I'd burst into tears and blame myself. But I simply shrugged. I'd gotten so use to it I didn't feel anything toward it anymore. I did a small wave to them before turning and leaving the kitchen, going back to my movie.

Before I could hit the 'play' button on the report, my phone burst on, screaming my ringtone which made me groan. I turned to my phone, picking it up without checking the contact and hitting the bright green 'answer' button.

"Hello?" I asked, clearly annoyed. Before anyone could answer I spoke again, thinking it was Madeline wanting to practice more cheers, aw hella no, "Look, Mads, I'm busy and-"

Before I could finish I was cut off, and it WASN'T Madeline.






















"It's not Madeline. It's Edward. I was wondering if you wanted to do something?" I heard him chuckle on the other end, making me roll my eyes, fighting back my smile even though he couldn't see me.

Edward was a pretty decent guy and I did get along well with him. I didn't think of him as boyfriend material, considering we're almost polar opposites, but I did like him as a friend; almost a brother. "Depends. What would we be doing?" I asked seductively, after a few seconds we both burst into laughter. He knew I was kidding.

I could almost see the smirk on his face as he answered me, "I don't know. Maybe we could use handcuffs, and chairs or maybe-"

This time I cut him off, "I'm kidding!" We had a short laugh again before I spoke, "Meet you at the wondrous Starbucks and we can chat over some delicious over priced coffee and donuts?"

"Sounds good to me," he hung up shortly after we said our hellos and I stood up from my spot on the couch. Waving at the telly. Guess I'll just have to finish my show later. Sigh. Oh well, at least I can leave this house when my parents our here.

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Harry's Pov

"Where are you going?" I asked, looking over at Edward from the corner of my eyes. I was currently upside down on our couch, watching a black telly screen.

"To Starbucks, gonna meet up with someone," he answered shortly, shrugging his shoulders while slipping on his converse. I'll never understand why he won't wear boots like mine.

"Who exactly?" I asked yet another question, slowly turning myself to sit up straight. I let my blood fall back down to the rest of my body, my face probably turning back to it's normal color.

"Cari."

Notes

And yes,
Harry, Cari, Louis, Zayn, Liam, and Niall are all seniors, but they'e seventeen. Problem? Keep it to yourself, it's just to add on to the young effect they have in what they do, like the stupid shit they do.
And no, you can't actually cloud over memories without having them erased. So I made it up. This is an unrealistic story anyway. But to make this short, Harry didn't want his permanent, so his came back because of a harsh impact to the head, but Cari wanted hers permanent, she'll NEVER get her memories back.
And if you're wondering why no one else knows except Louis, it's because he was the only one involved at the time. Cari's sisters(who are sixteen) know some of it, but they don't know Harry. Or does Zoe? Hmmm.. but it's also because Harry and Cari use to go to a different school in Ireland, but they're parents moved them to London when they "lost" their memories.

I'll leave you with that.