Leave Your Lover

Vivian's POV



After the people I was introduced to as my parents signed all of the paper work and the doctor filled me in on a few things, we left to go back home. We're sitting in the car for a few minutes now, and it's completely silent. I guess that's because my 'mother' is still in shock, my 'father' is too scared to say anything, and me, well I don't have the need to talk to strangers. Even if they are my parents. My head feels like shit, it feels like someone is constantly throwing rocks at my head. And my body hurts. The doctor said it's nothing serious and nothing to worry about, that I should rather concentrate on getting my memory back. Even though I have permanent memory loss, the doctor says I shouldn't lose faith, that I should try whatever I can, so, my parents thought it would be best for us to go through family photos once we get back home. Louis, Liam and Harry wanted to come with to help, but that's too much for me, so my parents said it should just be us for a few days. I guess going through photos of my family and myself might give me some closure, at least then I
know that I actually do belong somewhere.


My name is Vivian Luce Violetta. My parents are Ginna Violetta and Luke Violetta. My boyfriend is Liam Payne and my best friend is Louis Tomlinson (a guy, I know right? It's weird). My boyfriend and best friend are in one of the most famous boy bands in the world called One Direction, Harry (the gorgeous curly haired boy), Niall and Zayn are in the band too. Apparently, I am friends with them too. Although I don't know who they are or what they look like. I lost my memory in a car accident in front of my parents' house.


Right now, that's all I know about myself and my life. I'm glad that my parents didn't allow the others to come with, that would just be too much for me to handle right now.
"Honey, we're here," my 'mother' tells me. I sigh and open my door as soon as the car comes to a stop. I'm still a little bit unstable, so my 'mother' helps me to the house. My 'father' unlocks the door for us and my 'mother' helps me inside. She sits me down on the sofa and gives me a warm smile.
"Would you like anything to drink? Or eat?" She asks.
"No thanks," I give her a small smile.
"I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get the family photos," she tells me with a bright smile probably hoping that I will gain some of my memory and remember her. I give her a small nod and sit back in the sofa.
We must be a very wealthy family, looking at this house and everything inside it.
"Here you go," my 'mother' says as she walks into the entertainment room with a box in her hand.
She sets it down on the coffee table and takes a seat on the floor. My 'father' joins us with three coffee cups on a tray.
"Hot chocolate," he smiles at us.
"Thanks honey," my 'mother' smiles back at him. The obviously love each other.
They show me a few photos of my when I was younger, I look so happy. They show me the photos from birth till now, all in the order of my age. I notice that I'm with Louis in almost all of the photos. We look so happy and close. I've seen one picture of myself and Liam, and I don't look happy at all. I look more happy when I'm with Louis than with him. They show me photos of myself with guys I don't know, one of them is my cousin, Dehan, then 2 friends, Zayn and Niall. I sigh and shake my head. I don't remember a thing.
My 'mother' gives me a sad yet comforting smile. "We'll get there honey," she whispers to me. I give her a smile and take a sip from my hot chocolate.
3 knocks are heard on the door and my 'father' clears his
throat walking to the door.
"What are you doing here?" My 'father' asks the person.
"Just let me see her," a man tells my 'father'. My 'father' sighs, then opens the door to reveal a smiling Louis. For some reason, I get a comforting and warm feeling inside of me. I smile back at him, an actual smile.
"Hi, Vi," he whispers as he steps closer. Why did I feel a hate for him when I first met him today and now I feel like I love him more than anything?
"We'll give you two some time," my 'mother' squeezes my knee with a smile, standing up from the floor. She then pulls my 'father' out of the room with her, and their presences are replaced with a smiling Louis sitting next to me embracing me in a tight hug.

Notes

"Flowers have done nothing wrong, yet we rip them from their homes and give them to people who don't love us."