Samantha's POV:

I opened my eyes, beads of sweat on my forehead. I remembered dreaming about a lot of things... There were a lot of scenes but now that I'm awake, I don't remember them. The only thing I remember is the scene when Louis and I met at the beach. I glanced out the window to see the gray light of early morning. The clock read 5:24. I laid down on my back and attempted to sleep but it was useless so I just got up, shivering from the morning breeze.

I immediately went to the balcony, but when I opened the French doors, I saw that someone was already there. As he turned around, I hoped it was Niall, but, with my luck, it was the last person I wanted to see. Louis.

"Hi," he greeted me, and through the mist I could faintly see him smile a bittersweet smile. "What are you doing here, this early in the morning?"

"Oh, couldn't sleep," I answered, leaning on the railing. I didn't know if I should pretend that what I said to him never happened, so I just didn't mention it. "I take it that you couldn't, too?" He nodded, turning to face the trees that stood on their backyard.

I bit my lip, not knowing what to say. Without looking at me, Louis said, "Did you really mean what you said?" And I didn't know how to answer him, because I didn't know the answer myself. My heart told me to scream my lungs out and say to him that I didn't mean it, but I just found myself shrugging halfheartedly.

"It's hard," I said, staring out into space, "not knowing who to trust, who not to trust. One part of me tells me to start from scratch, but another part tells me to find out more about my past."

Louis nodded, grimly drawing his lips into a straight line. "I guess it's your decision," he mumbled.

"I know it is!" I huffed out, tired of doing everything on my own. It's good having someone with you, to help you. But now I had no one. "Sometimes I wish it wasn't my decision."

"Well, whatever your choice is, know that I'll be there for you. We will be there for you," he corrected, his eyes darting around. He was about to say something, then hesitated, and closed his mouth.

"You were a big part of my past, weren't you?" I said to him, looking at the floor. He nodded. "Why can't you just tell me? Just tell me everything!" I shouted, surprised that four people didn't come rushing out to my aid.

"I...I can't," he whispered, shamefully looking at his open hands. "I'm scared that you won't feel the same."

"You're right," I agreed with a straight face, but I couldn't help but notice the tiny bit of hurt on his face. "I should find out my own feelings by myself." It was surprising, how I could release everything to Louis without feeling like my privacy was invaded. Again, I felt that fuzzy feeling and I thought I should know what it was, but I guess when I lost my memory I lost the name for this feeling.

"I'll be there for you," Louis muttered, his body so close to mine. When we were talking, I didn't notice how we inched closer to each other. All I could do was stare at his perfect pink lips so agonizingly close to mine, hovering so close, so close. And as we leaned in closer and closer, I felt myself turn away and leave the balcony. And I felt lime that wasn't the first time I left Louis Tomlinson.

Louis' POV:

All I could do was stand there, imagining Sammie's lips on mine. And as her retreating back disappeared from my view, I wondered if I really should've told her the truth. And if our love really was so strong, how could she forget it? Maybe we weren't meant to be. Or maybe this was a test. But what I really thought was, will Samantha ever be mine? Will Samantha ever be mine forever and always?

Notes

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