One Direction POV - Louis

"How should I know? She wouldn't remember it anyway," Dustin said. Suddenly, a yellow UFO came out of nowhere, hitting Dustin square in the back.
I heard the back door slam. "Oh, now you've done it," I said, smacking Dustin and running after her.
"She threw a banana at me," Dustin drawled in his southern American accent. "A banana!"
"You're a dick, Dustin," I heard Niall say before I ran out into the rain.
I looked around, trying to find Lina. I saw a Tigger slipper in a puddle of mud and picked it up, heading toward the shed. I rounded the corner, and sure enough, there she was, curled up in a ball with her back against the shed. Her head was buried in her knees.
"You okay, mate?" I asked, sitting down next to her.
No reply.
"Dustin's a dick," I said. "Niall told him so."
She lifted her face from her knees and stared at the fence surrounding her yard, tears running down her cheeks. "Why," she said quietly, "does everybody keep secrets from me?"
I didn't know how to reply, so I stayed silent. She turned toward me and I saw that her eyes were already red and puffy. "All my life is," she continued as quietly as before, turning back to her staring match with the fence, "is secrets. I'm a stranger in my own life, Louis, and I don't know what to do."
I was silent for a moment, taking in her words. I pulled the photo out of my sweatshirt pocket. "If it helps," I said, "this is what we were hiding from you."
She turned and stared at the photo paper because taking it from me tentatively. She unfolded it and stared at it. I could tell she was trying to remember.
"Dustin said this picture is from your first day of high school in America," I said, hoping it would help her remember, even though I knew my efforts were futile.
"Louis?" Evangeline said a moment later.
"Hm?"
"I'm cold."
I laughed and stood up in the rain and offered her a piggyback ride, which she gladly took. I walked as fast as I possibly could (she weighs more than she looks) and put her down on the porch. I handed her the runaway Tigger slipper, and she pulled her other one off and wrung them out, throwing them inside just as the sky growled with thunder. She jumped about a kilometer in the air, then laughed at herself.
"I hate thunderstorms," was all she said before following her Tiggers inside.

Notes

What did you guys think? I wrote this as Louis' POV after telling myself "No, you will not write from another's point of view. Only Evangeline's! Nobody else's!" but I figured that it was a little more heartfelt/dramatic (depending on what you thought of it) from another point of view.
This is probably only a one-time thing, though. Don't expect more.
Unless I feel that it helps get my point across a little better. There's a lot of points so far that made me want to write from a 1D point of view (like when they were searching for her after Harry and Evangeline were mobbed at the mall) or her friends in America (like when they first heard of her amnesia).
But I held out!
Until now....
But I'm glad I did this! It got my point across better. At least, I think so.
I'll probably post more later! I'm gonna update my other fanfics first, though. I have a REALLY good idea for this next chapter.
And if you want to read more from me, I have a new fanfic, "Storm Chasers", and it has hardly any views. So if you could check it out, that would be awesome.

Just ONE eensy weensy comment for the next chapter? Please? I'll make it longer if I get more than one comment!

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