Leave Your Lover

Vivian's POV




I don't know why I reacted the way I did. It's good that he likes me, isn't it? Because I think the feeling is mutual. I guess I just need time to process all of today's events.

I fall back on my bed, hitting the comfort which I deeply seek right now. I look at the ceiling and decide to start at the beginning.

I am the girlfriend of a guy named Liam. My best friend is Louis. I am close friends with guys names Niall, Harry and Zayn. I have both my parents and no siblings. I have feelings for my best friend and I'm unsure of my feelings to my boyfriend, whom I haven't really seen or spoken to except for at the hospital. My boyfriend, best friend and my other 3 guy friends are in one of the most popular boy bands in the world. I lost my memory in a car accident when I was on my way to my parents' house. I called one of my friends, Harry, to talk about something that upset me not long before the accident happened. Louis told me that I spent the evening with him, I saw Liam, and afterwards the accident happened. If I was with Louis and my boyfriend, why would I be in a hurry to my parents' house to talk to Harry? What did upset me? Why didn't I ask Harry to meet me wherever I was with Louis and Liam?

Everything is so damn frustrating when you can't remember a thing.

A soft knock is heard on my door my head shoots up.

"Yes?" I call out. The door cracks open to reveal a handsome boy whom I've grown more fond of than my own parents in the last few hours.

"Can I talk to you?" Louis quietly asks as he steps into my room. I nod at him and shift to the side of my bed so that there's space for him to sit down. I hear a soft sigh escape his mouth, and he closes the door.

"Look, Vi," he combs his hair with his fingers before sitting down on my bed, staring at his lap. I can't see his face, because his back is towards me and I'm laying down, so I shift to the end of the bed and sit down next to him.

"Is it true?" I quietly ask, looking at his face for any sign of emotion to comfort my thoughts.

"Yes," he nods.

"Can I ask you something?" He looks at me and nods.

"Why was I in such a hurry to my parents' house to see Harry, why didn't I call him over to wherever you, Liam and I was? It doesn't make sense to me," I shake my head, laying down on the bed once again.

Louis lays down next to me, propping himself up on an elbow. I copy his movements, and we're both laying down, facing each other.

"You and Liam had a," he pauses, clearing his throat. "Fight, if I can put it that way," he looks everywhere, except at me.

"About what?" I shift closer to him. His eyes find mine, and he stares at me before answering. I find a hind of sadness in his eyes and voice.

"We were talking, and something happened, then Liam came into the room, I guess he was just upset," he tells me, laying down on his back, staring at the ceiling.

"Well what did we do to upset him? Doesn't he trust me?" I ask him, brushing some hair from my face.

Louis closes his eyes for a brief second, then opens them again.

"We kissed," he quietly informs me, brushing his hair with his fingers again. A gasp escapes my mouth and in instinct, I cover my mouth with my free hand.

This means that I've liked Louis in a previous life.

"About what I said to your mom," he continues.

"Lou," I try to stop him from continuing his sentence, hoping that I can share my thoughts with him.

"I- I just needed to talk to someone about it," he ignores me.

"Lou," I touch his shoulder gently with my free hand.

"I know you would never feel the same. It's just, yo-"

"LOUIS!" I shout at him, sitting up straight. His eyes find mine with a worried expression on his face.

"Listen to me," I whisper. He nods and turns to his right side, propping himself up on an elbow once again, to give me his attention.

"I-" I begin, but pause. How do I say this?

"I think I feel the same way," I quietly inform him, finding my bed sheets really interesting.

He stays quiet, so I look at him, and he lays with a smile on his face. He reaches for my hand with his free one, and rubs small, gentle circles on the palm of my hand.

"Are you sure?"

I nod my head and find myself staring at his lips. "But didn't you say that you like someone else?" I frown at my own words, mostly because it's true, and I don't want my Lou to have feelings for someone else.

"I was talking about you, love," he softly laughs and kisses my palm. "It's only you," he whispers after another kiss.

"Lou?" He looks at me and nods for me to continue.

"Could you," I brush some hair away from my face. 'Bad idea, Vivian' my mind tells me. I know, I'm already blushing like crazy, taking the hair away from my face would make it more obvious.

"Could you kiss me?" I quietly as him. A smirk creeps upon his lips and he sits up straight, pulling me closer to him.

"With pleasure," he whispers as he cups my face in his hands. I smile at him and lean forward. Our lips are millimeters away when he decides to speak.

"You have no idea how much I've missed your lips these past few hours," he breathes onto my lips, making our lips brush against each other. I close my eyes when I feel his lips completely locked on mine. I kiss his lips back softly, and a groan escapes his lips after his phone rang.

"Just give me a second," he smiles at me.




"Ello," he answers his phone, not breaking eye contact with me.
"Oh shit!" His eyes widen.
"I'll be there in a few," he cuts the call.



"Babe, we have to go," he rushes to the door holding it open for me. I smile at the beauty looking at me and walk to his side.

"One more kiss?" I whisper. He gives me a small laugh and nods.

Once again, my cheeks are cupped in his hands and our lips are connected.

Oh, how sweet and amazing the feeling. How pure and innocent, how lovely the feeling of his lips on mine. How lovely the feeling of the one you adore against your skin.

Notes

"Don't let your emotions make you their bitch."