revenge ➳ sequel to shrinking one direction ☠under construction☠

Chapter Twenty Nine

Taylor

It has been a week now, and Louis has been remembering small things such as Midnight Memories, his break up with Eleanor- not how he met me-, and other little things like his new tattoos. I am starting to think, maybe loosing his memory about being shrunken isn't so bad, really.

I mean, it was bad. Not a good memory. We can move on without it, and if he remembers later on in life, so be it. It's not something I want to remember. Like, I'm jealous he can forget all of that crap.

"Lou," I whisper to him, as he lies next to me.

"Yes?" He opens his eyes to look at me.

"I love you, so much." I pause, "I'm glad you got your memory back... almost all of it, I mean."

He smiles, "I'm glad, too. I love you." He pecks my lips, and I smile.

"Goodnight, Lou."

"Goodnight, Taylor."

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I wake up the next morning to a lot of knocking on the door. Being the only one awake, I get up to answer it. I unlock the door, and open it.

I try to instantly close it, but they push it open. "Go away!" I tell Eleanor.

"Why, honey?" She grins.

"Eleanor, you have done enough! Just leave!" I yell. She doesn't move, just gets closer to me. "W-What are you doing?"

"Something I should have done when I had the chance." She grins.

I open my mouth to say something, but no words come out. Eleanor pushes m against a wall, and takes something out of her pocket.

That something better stay the f*ck away from my mouth dear help me God. She has the shrinking potion. How could we be so stupid of leaving it at her house?

Her being older than me, is stronger then me. She holds me against the wall, and brings the potion close to me. I bite my lip shut, closing my eyes tight.

The next thing I do, wasn't something I expected. I kick her shin, and quickly turn the potion bottle around so it's facing her, and shove it in her mouth. Oh crap.

I stand back, and she takes the bottle quickly as possible out of her mouth. "No!" She shrieks. "This isn't what was supposed to happe.." She trails off, looking dizzy. She is about to fall over, so I run up and catch her.

Fudge, what do I do? The potion is going to kick in soon, and that's for sure. I drag her over to the couch, and put her on the couch. I quickly run into the kitchen, and grab the first thing I could think of at this moment. A jar.

I run back, and the potion is definitely kicking in. Or has kicked in. I slowly walk over to the couch, and look down, at Eleanor. What did I do. I-it was self defense. Yeah... Self defense.

I awkwardly put the unconscious Eleanor in the jar, and set it on the coffee table. I sit on the couch, thinking of what the hell I'm going to do.

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