Lucy's father led me into his living room. It was small, but very pretty. They must be quite wealthy to be living in a house One Direction can afford.

I sat down at the couch across from Lucy's dad seat. "How did you meet Lucy?" he said quietly.

"We just moved here, and she was running past our house." I said in an impatient voice.

"Do you like her?" he said fyrrowing his eyebrows.

"Of course." I smiled and nodded.

"Well then you'll have to let her go," he sighed.

"What?" I gasped.

"It was great for you to stop by, but you'll have to go now." He said lifting me up by my arm. He brought me to the door and heald it open "Out you go."

I stepped out, but turned back to face him "Why did you ruin all those beautiful pictures she made?" I blurted out.

"Lucy is not like other girls. I won't let you scare her or hurt her, because even if you don't try to, you will." He shook his head violently.

"How is she different?" I sat down on the steps next to wear he had plopped down.

He heald his head in his hands as he spoke "4 years ago, on my birthday, Lucy and I were on our way to get a birthday cake. We hit a bump, for a moment everything was in slow motion. Lucy burst through the glass.." Tears had begun to stream down his face.

I felt my cheeks get wet aswell. "She suffers from short term memory loss. She forgets everything that happened the day before. The only things she remembers is my birthday, and every day before that. So every morning she says happy birthday, offers to get a cake, goes for a run, eats cake, and paints pictures."

"E-every day?" I stuttered biting my lip.

"Yep. Same clothes, same cake, same running route. The only thing she does differently every day is her paintings. They're beautiful aren't they?"

"Yeah," I nodded my head and repeated "Yeah they are."

"Do you understand why you can't see her?" he said nudging me.

"Well.." I searched my heart.

"Think about it, if you were dating every morning she would wake up and you'd have to convince her you were a couple."

"I will make her remember. I will." I got up and ran down the steps and down the road.

Lucy's POV

I ran up our driveway, to find my father on the front steps. "Hi Padre." I said sitting on his lap like a child.

He faked a smile "Hey, pumpkin."

"Ready for cake?" I said clapping my hands.

"Wooooo, vanilla cake." Paisley said through the cracked front door. "Haven't had that in a while..."

"Well you don't sound very excited!" I said slapping her playfully.

"Oh, really? Sorry, I am." she rolled her eyes and used a sarcastic tone.

"Your boring." I said taking my dad's hand "Dad did you tell the new neighbors my name?"

My father thought for a second then said "Yes, I did."

"Oh that makes sense." I turned to Paisley "You have to see the boy who moved in at the Andersons."

"I did," she said smiling.

"He's pretty cute." I giggled

Notes

Secrets are revealed! HAZZAH!