Alli had been stolen, yet again, by Mike (her father). She was taken away from the only person she'd ever loved. Liam. What will him, and the other guys, do to get her back? How much are they willing to risk to save her? Sequel to Stolen


14. Anytime Soon

* Liam's POV

     I was full out sprinting down the hospital corridor. I needed to see Alli. I wanted to hold her close. I was nearing the room she was in. 238, 239, 240, 241!!! I skidded to a halt, panting because I was out of breath. I had totally lost the other guys. I took a few deep breaths to calm down.

     I slowly pushed open the door and hesitated before taking a step inside. I took another step, and another. What if Alli looked different? What if she looked terrible? I couldn't look at her like that, I would die.

     I squeezed my eyes shut, my hand still on the door handle. I took another deep breath and let go of the handle. I stuck my arms out in front of me slightly, taking another step forward. I heard yelling and footsteps outside the door. That would be the guys, right on time.

     A hand touched my shoulder and I turned around, opening my eyes. Louis stood there and gave an encouraging nod. I turned around and looked at the floor.

     Now or never. I rounded the corner and my eyes focused on Alli, laying in a hospital bed. It didn't look anything like Alli though, but it was her alright. The girl in front of me was pale as a ghost, with hollow cheeks and dark purple bags under her eyes.

     She looked like she lost 25 pounds, her arms were sticks and her skin was thin and papery. Her hair was thin and wispy, laying around her head like a golden halo. I grabbed her tiny, fragile hand in mine. Her fingers were so thin, I was scared I would snap one off. Alli was hooked up to so many machines, It was hard to see her. Her heart beat was soft and slow, like it would stop any second.

     There were thick leather straps holding her down. I coudn't bear to look at her. I dropped her hand and it fluttered to her chest. I took a couple of steps backward, tears pouring down my cheeks. I turned around and stopped abruptly. Harry and Louis stood there with their hands over their mouths, Niall had a few tears in his eyes, and Zayn's mouth was open in a little 'O'. I looked at the ground as more tears fell.

     The guys came over trying to comfort me with a massive group hug. One by one, they broke away and drifted over to Alli. I glanced over miserably. I just wanted to see her bright smiling face again, hold her in my arms and swing her around, hear her laugh. The guys were around her bed, holding her hands.

     I collasped into a small, leather chair, shaking my head. Alli wasn't going to get better anytime soon.

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