I Wish

Alex Styles was adopted by The Styles when she was 10. But when Harry goes to the X-factor and is put in One Direction, She's finally found a reason to smile. Or has she?


21. Mute

*Harrys POV*


After the interview Alex didn't talk at all. Everyone tried to get her to talk but she was mute. She has never been like this before. Not even when Daniela died. She still talked. But now it was like she could, like something was on her mind, and just that. We where all sitting in the sitting room on her bus. Alex was in the back sitting on her bed. I decided to walk back.

"Hey Al." I said walking in knowing she wouldn't respond "So erm, I just want to know know why you're so upset. Is it because you're nervous about Niall and you, you know like getting hate? Or.." I trailed off

"no." She muttered. She talked. She's gone 11 hours with out talking an she's back. "What really happened Harry?" She whispered.

I sighed "With your birth parents?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Al, your birthday is in about a day and there's a lot going on for you right now, maybe now is The best time."

"Harry, please just tell me." Her mascarra stained her face.

"Well. Your mum did die during child birth. But before that.." I trailed off not wanting to he the one to tell her. "Before that, before that, when she was pregnant with you, she use to steal people's identities." I finally finished.

Her face fell.

"What about my dad?" She managed

"Your dad, he was murdered when you where at school one day."

"Yeah I remember coming home crying because they said he was shot. That's the only thing I remember."

"Alex, he died, was murdered, because, erm, he was a criminal. He was a drug dealer." I finished.

"Harry. Where was I born?" She asked.

It's not what I thought I would hear. "I-in a jail." I said.

"Get out." She said

"Al, lets talk about it."

"Harry go! Get out!" She said. I stood up to leave.

*Alexs POV*

I had the information I wanted now. But I don't want this.

My mom was a criminal, my dad was a criminal, does that make me a criminal? I was born in jail, so how long had my mom been in jail with me? Did she even love my dad? Did the police know my dad was a criminal when they put me with him? Who killed my dad? All these questions and more roamed in my head.

But mainly who am I? Is Alex even my real name? What if they changed it? Am I in witness protection? Where am I from? The questions kept coming.

Then one that said in the back of my mind. Do I have any siblings?

Then another one overcame that one. What will the boy think. What will they say? They'll probably hate me.

There was a knock at the door. I turned over so my face was in the pillow. Not bothering to do anything when the door opened.

"Babe." An Irish accent said.

He sat down next to me, probably thinking I was a sleep. "I love you with all my heart, and nothing and no one will change that. You're so beautiful and perfect. I need you to talk. I need to hear your beautiful voice, so it can make jokes and tell me it loves me and sing to me and sooth me when I'm worried. Don't leave me. I love you." He finished kissing my cheek and leaving.

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