Zayn
When I woke up, I found myself sprawled out across my bed, on top of the duvet and everything.

I sat up, frowning and looking around my bedroom.

Something didn't feel right.

As I sat there, and my brain began to work, it all suddenly clicked.

I remembered everything, almost immediately.

"Morello?" I called, getting out of bed and rushing down the hall to her bedroom.

The room was empty.

Completely empty.

Even the wall where she chose to draw in permanent marker once was bare.

"Harry?" I yelled, beginning to panic.

I ran back into our bedroom, throwing the closet door open.

His clothes were gone.

All traces of him, and Morello, were gone.

"This isn't happening." I breathed, using the wall for support.

I had to have been dreaming.

"Louis." I whispered, hurrying over and getting my phone where it conveniently rested on the night stand.

I knew I couldn't have left it there like that.

Harry had to have done it.

I quickly called Louis, thankful when he finally answered.

"Hey, where are you?" I asked.

"At home, Zayn. Where else would I be?" He chuckled, sounding like he just woke up.

I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was almost eight in the morning.

"Do...what about James and Luna? And Liam?" I asked.

"Um...okay, I don't know who the first two are, and isn't Liam more your friend than mine?" He asked.

"Don't know who they are.....Louis they're your children! Your twins? Don't you remember? Sam impregnated you. The evil alien, Sam." I said.

Louis was silent for a while.

"Zayn, are you okay?" He asked slowly.

"I'm really not." I said, sinking back down onto my bed.

"I can't believe you don't remember." I said.

"There are no such thing as aliens, Zayn." Louis said.

"Yes there are! Look, I'm on my way over. You have to remember." I said, hanging up.

I knew I wasn't crazy.

Even though I felt pretty crazy.

When I got to Louis', he let me in with a confused, and concerned look on his face.

"Come here." I told him, grabbing his wrist and pulling him down the hall to what used to be the twins bedroom.

"Um, Zayn...look, I think you're great, and you're fun to smoke with, but I don't want to have-"

"Shut up, not that! Look in here." I said, opening the door.

"Yes. It's my gaming room." Louis nodded, looking at me.

"No, no...there used to be a crib here, and a crib there. You gave birth to twins and named them James, and Luna. They were beautiful, Lou. How can you not remember?" I asked, looking back at him.

He shrugged, looking around the room. "Well, maybe because I'm a man, and men don't give birth to anything but kidney stones."

"No...it's-it's true! Look, I gave birth too. To a daughter, named Morello." I said, lifting my shirt.

"See my.....scar?" I asked quietly, staring at where I expected the scar to be.

"What did you take, mate?" Louis laughed.

"This isn't funny!" I snapped, tears forming in my eyes.

I knew I had a daughter, and I knew I was in love with Harry.

He'd impregnated me with Morello.

I practically raised him.

"Look, let's go have a calming cup of tea, yeah?" Louis asked, coaxing me out of the room.

"It was Harry!" I gasped as I remembered.

"He kissed my scar and made it go away!" I said to Louis.

"I bet he did. Now here, sit." He said, pulling out a chair for me at the kitchen table.

"Louis, you and Liam were together. You loved each other, he was like a stepfather to your babies. You were all such a happy family." I said.

"That guy is not my type. I highly doubt that I loved him." Louis chuckled.

"You did. You two started talking on a chatting site and didn't realize that you were talking to each other until...months after chatting." I said.

"Well that sounds stupid." Louis scoffed, his back to me as he started making the tea.

"C'mon....don't you remember Harry and Morello? Harry crashed in my back garden...you took him to the strip club once, we took him shopping." I said, hoping to jog his memory.

"Nope." He said.

I bit my lip, trying to think of a way to make him remember.

"He called me beautiful." I said, feeling tears in my eyes again.

"What?" Louis asked, turning and looking at me.

"Harry c-called me beautiful instead of Zayn. Because....he thought I was beautiful." I said quietly, wiping tears off my cheeks.

Louis stared at me for a long time.

"What else did he say?"

I couldn't tell if Louis was staring because he believed me, or if it was because he thought I was even more crazy than before.

"He said ouch a lot. He spoke in third person sometimes. He called you Lou, and called mayonnaise nasty from a jar." I said, chuckling a little at the memory.

"It was really cute, and I miss it." I cried, not bothering to wipe my eyes this time.

"Okay...this is gonna sound majorly insane but....did this....Harry have long hair?" Louis asked.

"Yeah. And green eyes. He was tall, and muscular. His skin was a nice tan, and he always liked to wear...." I trailed off, trying not to cry anymore.

"Boots." Louis answered.

I looked at him. "Yeah, big boots."

Louis frowned to himself for a long time, suddenly gasping and dropping the cup he held.

It shattered on the floor, but Louis remained completely still staring off into space.

"I remember now." He eventually said.

"You do?" I asked, standing up.

He nodded. "I remember what....what I had with Liam. I remember Harry, and Morello. I remember how bold she was to be just four years old. And....I remember my little babies. My James, and Luna." Louis said sadly.

"Where are they?" He asked, looking at me with teary eyes.

"I don't know. That's what I'm trying to figure out." I said honestly.

We stood there in silence for a moment, Louis flinching when he heard knocking at the door.

I followed Louis to the front door, watching him open it.

Liam stood there, in his pajamas, looking slightly confused, but determined.

"Hey." He said, glancing at me but keeping his eyes on Louis.

"Hello. Um, what's up?" Louis asked.

"I think I have amnesia. Or...or I hit my head." He said tiredly.

"Why's that?" I asked.

"Because...I forgot that I'm apparently a police officer? And....for some reason I feel like.....something else happened that I need to...or-or that I-"

"Join the club. C'mon in." Louis said, letting Liam in.

"I...have some questions. They might sound a little weird but...since I'm an officer I have the right to ask questions." Liam said.

"Well, you certainly didn't forget your cop personality." Louis muttered.

"What are your questions?" I asked Liam.

"Um, are you two experiencing memory....glitches?" He asked.

"Not anymore no. We remember everything now." Louis said.

"Which is?" Liam asked, a desperate look in his eyes.

"Zayn and I were both impregnated by aliens. Zayn's alien was good, mine was evil. Eventually, evil aliens attacked earth but the good aliens fought them off and killed their king. However, they....did some sort of memory wipe on everyone, I guess. And now they're gone. Them, and the children." Louis said.

"And you two were in love." I added, earning a mean look from Louis..

"I knew it." Liam said, staring at Louis.

"What?" Louis asked, quickly looking at Liam.

"About us. That was one of the first things that...began to come back to me. Was that we were together. I remember your kids too. The twins? James and....Lucy?" Liam frowned.

"Luna." Louis corrected.

"Right, yeah. And I remember Harry, and your daughter. But....one thing I don't understand is....why do we all remember? If they're such advanced aliens, how come their memory wipe didn't work on us?" Liam asked.

"It did for a while." I said, looking at Louis.

"D'you think anyone else remembers? I mean, I drove through the city and it looks like nothing ever happened." Liam said.

"That's what they meant when they said they were going to fix everything." Louis said.

"This didn't fix shit." I said angrily, Liam and Louis both looking at me.

"I want my daughter back. And my Harry." I said.

Liam looked at Louis, who was beginning to look sad again.

"And my babies." He mumbled.

"Maybe they'll...come back eventually." Liam said.

"How? They hadn't even started crawling yet, let alone traveling from planet to planet!" Louis snapped.

"And Morello was still just a baby in my eyes." I added quietly.

"I don't know what to tell you." Liam said to Louis and I.

"But....I'm here for you." He said to Louis, opening his arms.

Louis stared at him for a moment, eventually stepping into his embrace.

As they stood there comforting each other, completely oblivious that I still existed, I decided to leave.

I went back home, and decided to take a long shower and think everything over.

Even after I got out of the shower, I was still deeply confused.

I was also scared.

Harry had to come back.

He said that we were eternity.

And I knew I would definitely go insane if I never got to see my little girl again.

Hell, I'd probably go on a psychotic rampage.

After I dried myself off and got dressed, I shuffled into the kitchen in search of something to eat.

I was low on- well, everything except for bread.

As I ate a plain piece of bread, I drifted over to my kitchen window, looking out at the spot where Harry crashed years ago.

I sighed heavily, starting to turn away from the window when I noticed something.

The rose bush was blooming.

It was winter time, yet that silly rose bush was in full bloom.

I shook my head, deep down actually feeling curious about what that meant.

Suddenly, I heard knocking at the front door, and my heart began to race.

I quickly put my bread down, brushing my hands off and hurrying to the front door.

I opened it, at loss for words when I saw Harry standing there with Morello balanced on his hip.

Harry wasn't naked this time, and was actually dressed warm, just like Morello.

"Hi, my name is Harry and this is my daughter, Morello. We just moved in across the street and wanted to come say hello." Harry said, speaking perfect English.

"What?" I asked, frowning.

What the hell was going on here?

I looked past Harry, seeing a moving truck parked across the street.

"Can you say hello to our neighbor?" Harry asked Morello.

She simply stared at me, with those pretty eyes I knew so well.

"She doesn't talk much." Harry said to me with a little smile.

"Yes she does." I managed to say.

"She talks all the time, and can talk well. I taught her how to talk but she didn't speak until you came back. I don't know what you're doing but....stop, Harry." I warned, close to a mental breakdown.

He frowned. "Um....I don't know what you're talking about. I also don't know your name, you never told me." He chuckled.

"You know who I am. Stop messing around! Stop making me feeling like I'm crazy!" I said loudly, wanting to scream.

Morello whined a little, looking at Harry.

"It's okay." Harry said softly, glancing at me as he comforted her.

"Look, we just came to say hello. Um, it was nice meeting you...." He trailed off, waiting for me to say my name.

"My name is Zayn, but...." I trailed off as well.

"But?" Harry asked, watching me.

"B-But....that's not what you call me. You call me beautiful." I said.

Harry stared at me for a moment.

"Uh, well, I think I'll stick with Zayn. It's cool name. It was nice to meet you, and I'll see you around." He said before he turned and walked off down the steps.

"No." I barely squeaked, starting to cry again.

That wasn't what he called me.

I'd never heard him say my name, and now that I had, I didn't like it.

This wasn't right, and none of this made sense.

I felt like I was having a really long nightmare.

And all I wanted was to wake up.

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A/N: Feeling emotional yet?
-Z