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Memory Loss

Sorting it out

When the room stopped spinning, I got off the couch and looked around.

I saw it immediately and just knew it was mine.

I reached into the cream colored purse and found my phone. But it was password protected. What would my password be? Probably something stupid like 5555 or my birthday or I don’t know.

I tried my birthday and it opened. I should really change that because it’s not safe to have it so easy.

I scrolled through my contacts until I found Liv’s number. I clicked on it and waited for her to pick up.

“Hey,” she sang. “What’s up? I thought you would be loving up your husband-“

I cut her off as I practically screamed, “What is going on?”

“Cat are you okay? What are you talking about? Where is Niall?”

I began to cry and clutch the phone like it was a lifeline. “Liv, I need you,” I whispered.

“I’ll be over in ten minutes, okay? I’ll drop the kids off quick and be there as fast as I can. Just relax and take deep breaths,” she said.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“Cat, honey, don’t cry. Whatever it is, we can fix it together. I’ll see you soon. Love ya,” she said before she hung up.

“Love ya,” I said before hanging up.

I laid on the couch, stared at the ceiling, and tried to process everything.

Ten minutes later, Liv was running into the room. I sat up and she sat down next to me.

She hadn’t changed much. She was still pale as always. Her blonde hair was now shorter, cut in a bob at the base of her neck. Her bright green eyes widened as she looked me over. She was still very slim but now her stomach was slightly bulging and her face seemed older.

“What happened?” she asked immediately.

“I don’t know,” I cried. She held me tightly in her arms.

“Okay, honey. Here’s what we’ll do. I’ll go make some hot chocolate and then you can explain everything.” I nodded and watched her go through a door that must be where the kitchen was.

One hot chocolate, thirty minutes, and a whole story later, I had explained the whole morning fiasco.

“Are you sick?” she finally asked. She put her hand to my forehead but I pushed it away.

“I’m not sick. I’m just confused. What is going on?”

“I don’t know. You were fine yesterday. Did you hit your head or drink anything funny?” I shook my head and glared at her. “Maybe I should just call Niall-“

“No,” I cried.

“So you really don’t remember Niall or Lily or Will or-“

“No,” I said firmly.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” she asked me.

“I remember going to sleep in the hotel room that Eric booked for us after our wedding. I had just found him and he was drinking and smoking and with another woman but I didn’t say anything. He fell asleep as soon as we got in there. It was probably the worst wedding night ever endured by a bride.”

Liv crinkled her nose and looked away.

“What is it?” I asked her.

“It’s just that…well…that never happened. What are you talking about?”

“That was the last thing I remember,” I cried. I put my hot chocolate down so that I didn’t spill it while ranting.

“But that never happened. You must have been dreaming,” she said as she checked my forehead again.

I pushed her hand down and jumped to my feet. “Stop acting like I’m sick,” I yelled. “I’m not sick and I’m not dreaming so you can cut the act.”

“This isn’t an act,” she finally yelled at me. “Now sit down and shut up.” Liv always spoke her mind and if you didn’t agree with her it didn’t matter. She would yell all she wanted at you.

I sat down again, grabbed my hot chocolate in both hands, and stared into the cup as she began to talk.

“Catherine…this isn’t an act. You married Niall eight years ago today,” she started. I opened my mouth to interrupt but she held up a hand, glared, and continued, “Yes you did. I would know because I was your maid of honor. Honey it’s true. This is no joke.”

“How did this happen?” I asked quietly.

“You fell in love,” Liv said simply, smiling at a memory. “You know how I always told you I would marry a pop star and you would marry his normal best friend?”

I nodded. When we were younger she would dream of weddings and pop stars. I joined her for a while but gave the dream up around middle school. We would still joke about it.

“It came true,” she sighed, “not completely but I did marry a pop star and you married his best friend. I’m married to Harry Styles.” I gasped but she continued on, “You first met him about thirteen years ago, it’s also when you met Niall for the first time. It took you about a year before you finally let him take you on a date and three years later you two were engaged. You were married a year later and barely nine months later Lily came into the world. Riley was about six at the time. Then Will not three years later. The triplets came and then Jay. And now Charlie is going to come into the world in about two months. Yes it’s all very real, eight years of marriage with almost eight kids. My kids are with Harry now so if you don’t believe me we can go meet them. Your kids are at Niall’s parents’ house so that you two could have the day together but now Niall has left and I will probably have to send Harry after him soon.” She finally stopped and took a few breaths.

“Eight years? Seven kids?” I started to hyperventilate. I wanted to cry or scream or throw something…no. I need Eric.

“Eric,” I gasped. “I need to see Eric.” I got off the couch and took a step toward the door.

“No,” Liv cried. She grabbed my arm and pulled me back to the couch.

“Let go I have to see my husband,” I yelled.

“Husband as in Eric or…Niall?”

“Eric, of course. I’m not married to Niall, okay?” I said before wrenching my arm out of her grip.

“For the last time,” she said, jerking me down next to her. I fell back onto the couch and glared at her. “You. Are. Not. Married. To Eric.”

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