Julie's POV

I breathed softly as Louis held me in his arms, rubbing small, soft circles on my back.

We stayed like this, for what felt like days, causing the warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of my stomach to get bigger and bigger, stretching from my stomach to my spine, to my toes, to my fingertips. Energizing my body with this warm, loving tingle.

"Louis, I think I love-" I whispered, only to be interrupted by being thrown onto the ground by Louis, scraping my arm in the progress.

I closed my eyes as my whole side made an impact with the rough highway ground. Luckily there weren't any cars coming.

I opened my eyes and yelled in anger "Louis! What the f*ck!" I got up, only to see him tackling a shadowed figure.

I screamed and pulled out my phone to call 911, when I heard the same pain-filled moans "Jamie! Jamie!" The figure shouted as Louis pinned him down.

"Wait Lou, stop" I said running to the tangled mess of the two bodies.

I put my hand on Louis' shoulder to reassure him.

Louis got off of the figure, who had been lying there, shaking and frightened.

I shone the light from my phone onto the figure.

"Dad?" I whispered, looking over at Louis in relief.

I hugged my dad from the ground. "I was so worried daddy" I cooed.

My dad pushed me away, his hands on my shoulders, arms length apart "Jamie?" He asked, his eyebrow crooked upwards.

He looked lost. Like a puppy...

I shook my head "I'm Julie.. Your daughter"

He let go of me "I don't have a daughter" He breathed in a panicked tone.

I watched from the ground as he got up and scratched his head.

"Wait, you don't remember me?" I asked.

"How can I have a daughter... My girlfriend and I play it very safe." He retorted.

"But dad, you had a wife. Her name was Molly Taylor. You don't remember?"

"I've never met a 'Molly Taylor'. Jamie is my one and only"

"Dad, is there something wrong with you?" I asked.

"Stop calling me Dad. I'm not your dad." He said awkwardly.

I looked at Louis who shrugged "Maybe he hit his head"

I grabbed my Dad's hand "Dad- er- Clark, you're coming with me" I told him.

He shook my hand away from his "I HAVE a girlfriend" He said shaking his head in disgust.

"How old are you?" Louis asked my father.

"I'm 16, why do you ask?" He said cheekily.

I almost choked on my own spit "What did you just say?"

"I'm 16" He said backing up slowly.

I looked at Louis who bit his lip and then turned to my dad "Hey bro, want me to take you to Jamie?"

My dad looked at Louis "Hmm, you don't seem like a bad guy, sure. Is she your girl?" He asked pointing at me.

Louis smiled and put his arm around my waist "Yeah, I'm a lucky guy"

I blushed. Even though I was dating someone, it felt so right being with Louis. He was so warm and loving.

He is perfect.

Julie, don't say that. You are dating Harry. Harry was the one that was there for you. He treats you right.

"Well come one then, I can't wait to see my Jamie" My dad smiled.

Louis glanced at me and whispered "Play along."

Louis quickly texted his mom the news as we walked, trying to find the car in the dark.

My dad tapped my shoulder "Do you like, have a sister or something?"

I shook my head "No why?"

"There's this girl, Molly or something, in my History class that looks a lot like you, but you're way hotter." My dad said cheekily.

I shivered in Louis's arms, and I felt him flinch at my dad's words.

It would be even more awkward if my dad did remember everything...

Wait, Molly? That's my mom's name....

"Wait, you don't like Molly?" I asked, slightly offended.

He laughed "Are you kidding? She's a loser. I wouldn't be caught dead with her"

He laughed again, but it trailed off in a pain filled tone.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

My dad sighed "It's fine, don't worry about it"

We walked in silence after that.

We walked until we saw the car that Louis' mum had stayed in while we ventured off to find my dad, only to find a stranger instead.

He wasn't the same. He was a dick. He didn't remember me or mum.

He was shallow, rude, and arrogant.

But there seemed to be something more. Like, almost like he was hiding a whole other side to him.

Even though this stranger wasn't my dad, in a way, he was. And I was about to learn a whole lot more about him.

We sat awkwardly in the car. Louis' mum introduced herself as she was, though she left out the part that they were about the same age and both had kids.

Louis was the left side of the door, my dad was in the middle, and I was on the far right.

I looked out the window, dazed and drowning in my own thoughts. Why did this have to happen? To me, of all people. I mean, I'm not a bad kid. Well, not totally bad, but everyone makes mistakes. Wasn't losing my mom enough? Now I've lost my dad too. I have no one... Why me? I hate my life. I hate myself. I never should have let him out of my sight. I should have made him go to a therapist or something and I should've gotten him medication for his depression. Did he do this because he was depressed?

I mean, I'm just like him.

We're both depressed.

I haven't cut in a few days, it hasn't really crossed my mind. I guess Harry was a distraction. He made me feel so much better.

But now that this happened.

I'm alone. I'm scared.

I want to die-

My phone buzzed from my jean pocket, snapping me out of my own little world.

I pulled it out and read the message.

Make conversation. It's getting quite awkward.

I rolled my eyes at Louis and texted back.

It's not that easy. He isn't my dad anymore. He is a complete stranger. I'm not social. You are.

I watched Louis as he sighed before saying "So, tell us about yourself" to my father.

My dad looked up from his lap "Well, I'm Clark. I'm 16 and I'm in a relationship with a girl named Jamie."

"We know that already" I said under my breath.

"And I don't like opening up very much." My dad said before looking away, out the window. 

"Why not?" I asked, trying to get more information about my "dad".

"Because, trust is like a piece of paper. Once it's ripped and crumpled, it is never the same, ever again. " He glanced up for a second, but returned his gaze to the floor of the car.

I peered over to Louis who was nodding, as if he was sorry.

I turned away. I knew what he was thinking.

He was thinking about me.

About hurting me.

About loving me.

About wanting me.

Because thats what I was thinking about. And he sure seemed the same way as me.

Maybe I do love Louis.

But Harry.

I shook my head, clearing it slightly. "So, Clark," I paused. It felt weird calling him Clark, "What's Jamie like? You can be honest. You can trust us"

I placed my hand on his leg, reassuring him of my words, and forced a smile.

He looked into my eyes for a moment, as if he was searching my soul. "Are you sad?" He asked.

I raised an eyebrow and he cleared his throat "I can see it in your eyes. Your smile is beautiful, don't get me wrong, but it's dull. It's missing something. And your eyes, they're dead. They aren't bright. They just seem so dark and sad" He vented.

I looked at him. I didn't know my dad was this deep.

"You don't come off as you are now. You're so profound." I told him.

"There's a lot that people don't know about me" He shrugged.

"Is that good or bad? "I asked him.

He only shrugged again "Sometimes."

Before I could think of something to say, the car stopped "We're here" Louis' mum spoke quietly.

"Why are we at the hospital?" My dad asked.

"Errmmm, Jamie is here visiting her friend, and she said that she wanted you here... To um, be with her through this tough time." Louis made up.

My dad surprisingly bought it, and entered the hospital with us.

Louis' mum went to go talk to the doctors and since the hospital wasn't busy, they agreed to run some tests on my dad.

"Why do you need to run tests on me?" My dad asked.

"Dad, you aren't as old as you think you are" I told him.

"I'm not your dad" He said, creeped out.

"You are, and you aren't 16, you're 39" Louis spoke.

But I- I- I" My dad stammered, looking at every person in fear, before he fell to the floor, past out.