Memory: (Nouns) The faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information.

(Raisa’s P.O.V)

“I know more than you think Raisa…your secret is safe with me.”

Those words from Louis keep on repeating in my head. I don’t know how long I’ve been up now, twisting and turning to get into the comfortable position. Unfortunately I couldn’t find one. Normally, when it comes to sleeping arrangements I am not picky, but somehow I can’t seem to find this bed comfortable.

I don’t actually know if it was the bed that is keeping me awake or my secret that Louis unexpectedly knows about. I’ll like to think it was this mattress, but in all honesty, I am not even sure myself. I mean first of all, how does he know my brother? Second of all how does he know my name? How does he know it was ME and not mistaken it by another person? How can he tell I was a girl when he has never met me before?

“Stop working you head in and go to sleep Ray,” Louis muttered and now I am freaked out. How does he even know I am awake? Something is off about this boy and not to mention that everyone is already scared of him.

“You are moving a lot and don’t forget that we share the same bunk,” he continued. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “You were bashing your head with stupid questions,” he stated as a matter of fact way. “How do you know?” I gasped. He is a freaken mind reader I swear.

“Voice (Raisa’s voice got high pitched so Lou is warning her)…I am not a mind reader…I can sort of just tell what you are thinking….you are an open book really,” he explained and I was kind of glad that he is looking out for me, well in his way that is.

“Umm is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I asked worriedly. “Ican have its ups and downs…depend on the situation,” he replied and I am not sure if that was supposed to assure me or not.

“Look, go to sleep alright…at least try to for the last two hour that you have left…don’t work your head in like I said, you will be safe,” he assured me this time. I whispered ‘thank you’ and finally darkness took over me. It was definitely not the bed.

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A bell rang waking me up from my non-existence sleep. I swear I only got five minute of sleep. “You have ten minute to get ready and meet General Styles on the back field. Get there later than ten minutes…you will face the consequences,” an unfamiliar voice announced on the speaker inside our cabin. I am guessing every cabin have a speaker.

“You are lucky I forced you to sleep or else you wouldn’t have any energy for this training,” Louis smirked at me. I’ve got to be honest, I don’t know what all the fuss about Louis is but he is a very nice guy….soo far that is. I don’t exactly know if he is nice to everyone or not but he certainly is nice to me and I am grateful. It might be due to the fact that he knows my brother, yeah maybe that’s why.

“I think the sleep just made me more tired,” I yawned. “Come on…get dress and lets go…don’t want to be late do we?” he rushed and we both changed into our track clothes. Since I have bandaged my boobs, I could wear a singlet without a problem and for some reason I don’t feel self-conscious at all because everyone is changing as well.

“What are you doing?” Louis asked suspiciously as I lift my shirt above my head. “Relax Lou…I am not stupid alright,” I assured him.

I know I shouldn’t be happy that Louis has found out the real me on my first day, but for some unknown reason I am and he totally understand me without me having to explain the situation.

Ever since he found out who I am he has been extremely nice to me and I am not saying he wasn’t nice before but I didn’t know him at all back then. He seems to know quite a lot of stuff about me whereas I have no clue on who he is. I only know his name, Louis Tomlinson.

“Mr Malik and Mr Adams,” Harry called out once we were all lined up in a row. “You two will be making breakfast instead of training this week you two will be doing the cooking and cleaning. It your responsibility to catch up on what you have missed from training,” he informed us. The sun hasn’t risen yet and it is freezing cold. It is four-thirty in the morning for cried out loud.

“Go on…if the training is finished breakfast better be ready,” he warned. Harry may be extremely attractive with the bandana preventing his curled hair from falling into his face and not to mention how the uniform looks extremely good on him. But his personality is no more than a stone. Never smiles and the only time he talks is when he orders or informed people to do things.

I looked over Louis and he gave Zayn a glare. Yes! Out of all the people in this world I had to put up with Zayn for a week. He may be bigger than I am and without a doubt he will try to do some disturbing things but I am a black belt. He will get a taste of his own medicine soon.

“Well…well…well, Tommo won’t be here to save your ass this time softy…we’ve got the whole morning…I suggest we have a little bit of fun,” he smirked. I can’t believe how disgusting this man really is. “I think you need Jesus,” I stated truthfully and he chuckled at my response.

“Hey leave the man who fantasise alone…I won’t be seeing any girls for a while,” he replied. “And what pretend that I am a girl? What type of sick bastard are you?” I asked irritated.

“Geez you take things way too seriously,” he replied just as annoyed. “You know what? Let’s just do our job without any communication alright? You cook whatever you want to cook and I will cook whatever I want to cook,” I tried to compromise. “No! You can do all the cooking,” he said while staring blankly at me, he looks like he is in a deep thought.

“No way…will we never get it done on time,” I replied bluntly and it was true. I can’t cook for three hundred freaken men all by myself. “Hello….Zayn to earth,” I tried to wake him up from whatever he was thinking about. “Whatever,” he scoffed.

Everything was going well and we have a two huge container that contains the pancake mixture. Zayn and I both took care of one container each. Now that the mixture is perfect, it was time to cook it and I can assure you that there will be a lot of pancake. What I was surprised about is that Zayn haven’t actually tried anything and more surprisingly, he hasn’t said a word.

I started to ignite the gas and place my pan on the stove. I have made at least about twenty pancakes now and I decided to see how Zayn was going but he hasn’t moved an inch. He is just standing there staring at the flames on the stove. “Zayn,” I called out and no response from him, “Zayn.” I called louder that time but he didn’t blink or move. What is wrong with this kid?

I decided to go closer to him but he didn’t glance at me, his eyes are so fixed on the flames that I could see it the reflection in his eyes. He looked like he just remembered something or a memory in the past is playing back on his mind because he is so zoned out.

“Zayn…are you o.k.?” I tried once more, well since I am closer to him now. “We’ve got to get out of here…the gas is going to explode,” he replied suddenly looking all panicked and worried.

“Zayn what are you talking about?” I tried to calm him down but it wasn’t working. “Liz you have to get out of here,” he said louder this time. “The house is going to explode any second now,” he screamed in frustration. Who is Liz? What the heck is going on?

“Zayn come down alright…nothing is going to explode,” I assured him but he unexpectedly dragged me out of the kitchen into the open air. Well more like he sprint out and dragged me along with him.

“It’s too late…she is gone…it’s too late she is gone,” he started to sob and here I am dumbfounded by what just happened.

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