I push myself through the a group of people who are waiting for their friends or family to come through the terminal doors. Ethan stayed outside in the parking lot with his new car that he got himself after new year. I can imagine him leaning against it with his sun glasses on, even though it's not even that sunny.

I get on my tiptoes to look over the heads of people in front of me. The doors open and close as people leave with their carts filled with luggage. I look down to my phone to check the time when I suddenly hear Penny yell my name. "Olivia!"

I look up again and wave at her and Paige before pushing myself through waiting people to get to them. I hug them tightly before looking at each one individually. "How was the flight? Did you sleep or stayed awake? I always sleep. Did your mum cry?" I ask them both as I take the cart.

"Penny slept and I stayed awake. I just couldn't fall asleep, you know. I was sooo excited and I still am." Paige says happily.

"And mum did cry even though we're gone for only three nights and two days, but you know how she is." Penny explains with a big smile on her lips. They girls love London.

We leave the cart in the airport and I push their suitcases as they walk ahead of me. I tell them when to turn left or right as we leave the airport and make our way to Ethan. Just like I thought, he's leaning against his new car with his sun glasses on and his arms crossed in front of his chest. He steps forward and hugs the twins before going to the back of the car to open the boot. I bring him the suitcases and he puts them in as I get into the front passenger seat. Penny and Paige already sit in the back when Ethan gets into the car. He drives off as we girls start to catch up. They tell me about all the things that happened since Ethan and I left. The boys of Selection have split because of Aaron. They all were angry at him for being a dick while I was back and decided to just end it. Besides, most of them also thought that they outgrown being a dance group. Penny and Paige also tell me that mum daily skypes with Mr.McAllister, which gives me a weird feeling in my stomach.

Finally, we arrive in front of the student accommodation and get out of the car. Ethan takes the suitcases as we girls walk ahead into the building. We all get into the elevator and get up to the 9th floor. Penny and Paige sprint down the hall to my door as Ethan and I just walk over. I open the door with my key and let the girls get in to explore. Ethan leaves their suitcases in my hallway before going into his flat. I haven't been in his for a while and follow him inside. The flat is the total opposite of mine. Everything is grey or black and his clothes are in a pile on a chair. But I guess, the chair is better than all over the floor. And even though we moved into the flats on the same day, he still hasn't got himself proper plates and cutlery. His flat literally screams bachelor. "Are you sure that you're my brother?" I ask as I start making his bed.

"No, you're definitely adopted." He chuckles and starts helping me. He might be messy but he's still the good boy I taught him to be. Always helping, polite and no fuckboy.

"Funny." I say, rolling my eyes. I sit down on his now made bed as he starts to clean up a bit. "Have you talked to mum this week?" I ask.

"Nope. I haven't had the time to call her back." Ethan has as he takes his pile of clothes to the bathroom. "Besides, she's busy skyping Robert anyway, so why should I interfere?"

„Please don't remind me that my professor and my mum are skyping every day. It's weird enough for me when he wants to talk to me after class, just so he can ask about how I'm feeling, since mum probably told him to." I say as I lay down. I look up to his ceiling and think about the conversation I had with mum. Everything went all right except for when she changed the subject again and again. She really doesn't want to tell me anything about my past.

"Probably." Ethan agrees as he comes back form the bathroom. He sits down on his chair and puts his legs on his bed. "Have you talked to mum this week?"

"I have and umm... I tried to ask her about my past but she just started talking about other things." I explain. I hold my upper body up with my elbows as I look at my twin brother. He knows about his past. He knows about things that happened before our first christmas when I was twelve, which is my first memory. He knows so much that I wish to know.

"That again, Olive? Haven't you ask enough during Christmas?" Ethan looks at me disapprovingly. "Why do you always have to know everything? I can't remember most of my childhood either."

"Exactly! You know most of it, but I know nothing. It's like I didn't exist until I was 12." I throw my arms into the air and roll onto my stomach. I bury my head into his duvet and take a deep breath. It smells like men. I roll back onto my back and look up at the ceiling again.

"Why is it so important to you?"

"Why shouldn't it be?" I ask Ethan back and sit up. Ethan opens his mouth, ready to respond but then Penny and Paige come into the flat and close the doors behind them. "Did you close my door?" I ask them as they sit down on the bed. They nod and I give him a thumbs up approvingly.

"What were you guys talking about?" Penny asks.

"Nothing important, really." Ethan says and scratches the back of his neck.

Ethan and I didn't talk a lot during the whole weekend. The only thing we discussed was where to go next and what do to with the twins. They didn't notice that we didn't talk a lot and just enjoyed the weekend. We went to all the touristy stuff and shopping and to restaurants. They twins and I slept in my flat together, all us three in a bed. We had late night conversations and laugh attacks.

After Ethan and I brought them to the airport and said goodbye, Niall picked me up and drove me home, to his house. Other than the twins, he noticed that something was up between me and Ethan. "What's wrong with you and Ethan? You both looked so... distant from each other." Niall asked as he drove.

"It's nothing. We're both just tired." I said and forced myself to smile. Niall smiled back and put his hand between my thighs. I put my hand on his and started telling him about the whole weekend.

It's Monday now and I'm sitting in my last class for today. I've got a doctor's appointment afterwards to check if I'm alright after the accident. I also plan on asking if I have any scar on my head. If I really am the little girl in my dream, then I must have a scar. It might be small by now or faded but it must still be there. It can't just disappear, can it?

"Miss Hemmings!" Mr.McAllister calls me back after the class ended. I was so close to leave without a talk with him. So close. I turn around and walk back at him with a fake smile.

"Yes Mr.McAllister." I say as I step in front of him.

"Have you talked to your mother this weekend?" He asks and fixes his glasses.

I shake my head no and take a step back. "No, but I'm sure that you have."

"I have, yeah... and your mum is really sorry for just hanging up on you. I hope you're not mad at her." Mr.McAllister is such a good man, I think as I shake my head no. "Would you be so nicely to call her tonight? She's worried that you hate her for not telling you about your past."

"I will and could you tell her that she wouldn't have to worry about anything if she'd just tell me about my past?" I ask back. He nods with an unsure look in his face. "Thank you." I say and quickly look at my phone to check the time. I'm going to be late if I don't leave now. "Do you need anything else from me?" I take a step back and hope that he understands that I have to leave.

"No, that's it." He says nodding. I smile and turn around, before walking off. "And um, call your mum!" Mr.McAllister exclaims after me. I raise my hand and give him a thumbs up before starting to run out of the building. I get into a taxi and minutes later I arrive in front of the hospital. After paying the driver, I get out of the car and into the hospital. It looks exactly like it did few weeks ago. I make my way to the receptionist and tell the woman that I have an appointment with my doctor. She smiles at me before picking up the phone and calling a number. "You can have a seat there. He'll be with you in a sec." She says to me and I nod. I take a seat and wait a couple of minutes. Then, the young doctor, who's name I forgot smiles at me as he approaches me. I stand up and greet him with a handshake. "How are you feeling, miss Hemmings?" He asks as he leads me to his office.

"Quite good and you?" I follow him into his small office and take a seat across from me. He sits down behind his desk and types something into his computer.

"I'm alright, as usual..." He scrolls through something on his computer, before facing me. "So, do you still have bruises on your body?" He asks and I shake my head no. He continues with loads more of questions regarding the accident. After a few minutes, we're done. "Do you still feel any pain?" He asks.

"No, but the scar on the back of my head itches sometimes." I lie. I don't know how else I'm going to get him to check it. After he cut himself off last time, I'm not sure if he would look for it if I'd ask.

"Let me have a look then." He gets up and goes behind me. After he looked through my hair, he places two fingers on the back of my head. I feel a sharp pain.

My heart skips a beat. I have scar on my head. I have it and I just felt it. But why did no one ever tell me about it? Why did no one ever show it to me?

"Does this hurt?" The doctor asks.

"A little bit, yeah." I admit and look down to my lap.

"And itch?" He asks and takes his fingers away.

"Not now, no." I shake my head and look up at him again. He nods understanding and sits down behind his desk again. He types something into his computer before looking at me again.

"It probably got hit when you landed on the ground and it's a bit open. But don't worry it's really just a tiny little opening. It's honestly really, really small and nearly not visible. It will probably close itself soon and a nurse will give you the name for a cream to put on it every night so that it fades away."

"How long is the scar?" I ask, even though I'm not completely sure if I want to know.

"About 3-4 cm. It's really not that big and the tiny whole is really tiny but crust of blood around it makes it look bigger. But don't worry, just use the cream for a month, maybe even less, and it should be healed. Have someone look at it. Your boyfriend or one of your friends. And if it's still there, come by again and we'll look if it something more than just a tiny whole." He says and I nod understanding. "When did you get your scar, miss Hemmings?" He asks and I can just shrug.

"I don't remember."

"Well, it looks older than a few years and you can't remember getting it at all?" He asks and I shake my head no. My mouth is shut and I feel unable to speak. "The new little opening will heal itself soon, don't worry about that, but why have you never asked for a cream to put on the original scar?" He looks directly into the eyes and realizes, just as I did, that I don't know anything about the scar. "Very well then, come back if it hasn't healed itself." He smiles and I try my best to smile back. We say goodbye to each other and I get the name of a cream, before I leave the hospital.

Only when I arrive home, it really hits me. I have a scar on the back of my head and no ever told me about it.