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Memory Loss

Confusion

And then I broke down and cried. I sobbed and sobbed, using the comforter as my tissue. My knees gave way and I crashed to the ground in a heap.

Where was Eric? How had I gotten in this room when I was in the hotel room just a few hours ago? I am so confused.

“I can’t remember,” I cried.

Suddenly his hand came into my view. He went to touch my shoulder but I scrambled away.

“Don’t touch me,” I yelled.

“What’s wrong Cat? You’re acting crazy,” he said as he went to touch me again.

“Stay away from me,” I yelled.

“Snap out of it? What’s going on?” he asked again.

“Take me to Eric now,” I yelled.

He looked taken aback. His cheeks became flushed, his blue eyes darkened and hardened, and his lips formed a straight line. Then he chuckled. “So this is about Eric? Why are you talking about him? I can’t deal with this. I have to get to work. I can send someone over to check on you later,” he spit out.

He grabbed some clothes and headed to what I assumed was the bathroom. He jerked the door open and was about to step through but stopped. He turned back to me and growled, “Happy anniversary.”

Anniversary? What was he going on about now? Did I wake up in some parallel universe where I fell in love with a pop star? No. I could dream about it all I want but I would never even consider dating one. I would never.

I saw a cream colored robe draped over a chair, looked to be my size. I grabbed it and quickly put it on.I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror on the vanity.

I looked…older. Age did me well. My long, naturally curly chestnut hair was now about shoulder length with strands of golden honey colored hair mixed in. When I usually would have woken up with a rat’s nest in my hair, I now had shiny, sleek curls. My skin had a golden tint to it, like I was outside a lot. I was still in wonderful shape, curvy yet slim. I also had some muscles that were never there before.

But my stomach! It looked like I was at least four months pregnant, either that or all my fat goes straight to my stomach. This wasn’t right. How could I become four months pregnant and at least ten years older in one night?

I tore out of that room so fast that you would think my hair was on fire. I ran out the door, cherry wood of course, and bolted down the hallway. I ran blindly with no idea of where I was going or where I even wanted to go.

I skidded to a halt in front of the staircase. It was a lovely cream color, as I’m sure most of the house is because it is a neutral yet pleasing color. It curved slightly to the left and there was a landing in the middle that overlooked the huge living room.

The living room had two black couches, pressed against the adjacent walls with a small table in between them. There was a coffee table in front of them too and a TV was on the far wall. It was a large flat screen TV. There was a window seated window on the right wall. It was covered in pillows and folded up blankets. There was a bookshelf next to it, filled with books. Behind the couch was a large portrait of a family.

A happy family.

Taking a closer look at it, I realized I was in it. I rushed down the stairs and over to the couch it was behind.

There was Niall sitting on the ground in a casual stance with his ankles crossed in front of him. I was next to him, kneeling on my knees with my hands around two small children with a third on my lap.

Triplets. They looked no older than three or four. They all three had chestnut hair, my hair. The girls both wore their hair in pigtail while the boy wore his hair short and sort of spiked up in front. They all had the same jaw and the same nose. The boy and one of the girls had blue eyes while the other girl had brown eyes.

On Niall’s lap was a baby, less than a year old. He had a full head of dark brown hair and bright blue eyes.

There was a boy on the other side of me, no more than five years old. He looked identical to me at that age, except in boy form. He wore his hair a little longer, just past the tips of his ears but not long enough to cover his eyes. The only real difference were his eyes. They were Niall’s.

Next to the boy was a girl, a preteen most likely. She had my face but she was as tall as me already. She also had blonde hair that was defiantly natural and very straight. She didn’t look like Niall at all. Who was she?

On the other side of Niall was a girl. She was a small girl but I believe she was around seven or eight. She had my eyes but other than that I’m guessing she looks exactly like Niall did when he was younger. She wore her hair long down her back.

I plopped onto the couch. This is not happening. I am not married to him and I don’t have six going on seven children. It’s not happening.

I needed to get out of here. Away from this photo that stares me down.

I got up and wondered down a hallway. In the hallway was a thin shelf, just wide enough to hold pictures. It stretched almost the whole length of the hallway.

I looked at each picture.

There were pictures of me with Niall or with the children. There were my parents, his parents, a bunch of girlfriends – I only recognize Liv in it, One Direction, and many more people who I don’t know with the children or with Niall or with me.

I swallowed when I saw Eric. He was with Liv and her parents, he is Liv’s brother after all. It shocked me to see that I was not with him, instead there was a tall blond girl in my place.

The room began to spin so I ran back to the living room. I ran in just in time to see Niall at the door. He saw me but ignored me as he put his shoes on and left.

Notes

I hope you liked it! Happy Reading! :)

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