"I want to love like you made me feel. When we were eighteen."
- One Direction


21. Explaining


Alys's POV

I woke up to worried voices. I decided not to open my eyes. I could feel something soft under me, and thank god I didn't smell anything dusty anymore. The room smelled clean, like laundry detergent. I lied, motionless, and listened to the voices.

“...Alys, yes, is she going to be okay?”

“Any second now, Mr. Styles. She’s currently unconscious.”

There was a scraping of a chair and footsteps walked around me. “Here is her current status from what we can tell. Two to three inch deep cuts around her left ankle, that will take some time to heal, as we just put in stitches. Bruises and the cuts on her head will easily be good and well by a few days, at most a week or so. Other than that, she is in perfect health. You don't need to worry. She’s fixed up.”

I heard a familiar voice: Liam. “What can we do? Is there some kind of medication for this?”

“She will feel very intense pain in her ankle. You can just give her the painkiller we gave to your earlier. If she still experiences pain, put an ice pack on her ankle, and that will reduce some of the pain.”

“Does she feel anything now?”

“Not yet. We numbed the ankle so that she wouldn't feel anything when we put the stitches. It hasn't worn off quite yet.”

“Anything else we can do, Doctor?”

“Just comfort her. Be at her side. Don't let her go out anymore until it's fully healed. Keep an eye on her, and make sure to assist her at all times.”

I opened my eyes.


Harry's POV


Relief washed over me. I saw Alys’s familiar grey eyes and color washed over her face, though she was still looking a bit pale. Her breath came shallow, but she was managing. Her eyes were glassy.

“Alys!” We all exclaimed at the same time. I grabbed for her hand. A tear rolled down Alys’s eye. Liam wiped it away gently.

“Don't cry, Alys.” He said softly, smiling warmly at her.

Alys laughed weakly and looked over at all the boys, then at me. My stomach flipped over with happiness. I went over and kissed her forehead. “How are you feeling, Alys?” I whispered. Before Alys could respond, the doctor turned to us. “I'll give you boys some time,” she said shortly, and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. I turned back to Alys. She smiled at me, her cute dimples popping out.

“I'm… Feeling a bit weird, Harry. Other than that, I’m good.” I laughed and squeezed her hand. “We’re going to go back.” I sighed. “I… I don't know how I'm going to tell your mum about this.”

“I'll take care of that, Harry. It… wasn't your fault.”

I ran a hand through my hair, a habit I had when I felt stressed. “It pretty much was. I agreed to let you go.”

“You didn't agree, Harry. You were quite the opposite. I'm sorry, it's entirely my fault, I just wanted to get you boys something before we left and you went to America for your next tour-”

“Shh. Alys, it's okay. You’re safe with us now. Just… Just promise me you won't go off like that again.”

Alys smiled. “I promise, Harry.”

“Hey, aren't we part of the conversation too, Harry?” Complained Louis. We all laughed and then Alys and I broke apart so that the boys could talk to Alys. Then the doctor shooed us out of the room while she got a wheelchair for her. I sighed and leaned against the wall.

“Don't worry, Harry, it was all of our mistakes we let her go alone,” reassured Liam. Niall put a hand on my shoulder. “Yeah, Haz, we’ll cover up for you.”

The doctor came out, pushing Alys on a wheelchair. Liam immediately took the doctor’s place and pushed the wheelchair. “Boys, any other precautions are listed here,” she said, handing Niall a small packet. “You may go now.”

We went out of the hospital and into the van, where a driver was waiting for us, and drove us back to Novotel. We got up to our suite from the elevator and I picked Alys us from her wheelchair and put her gently on the bed. She smiled at me gratefully and then turned her ankle over, gingerly touching it with shaking fingers.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, alarmed.

“Not-not really, I'm okay…” Her voice was strained and shaky. I could tell at once she was trying to hold it together. I ran out of the room and got a ice pack and a glass of water for Alys, then went back to the room, Alys’s face twisted with pain. I set the ice pack on her ankle.

“Liam! Get the painkillers here, now!”

Liam came bursting into the room, a small bottle in his hand. He took out a white pill and gave it to Alys, who took it and put it in her mouth. She grabbed the glass of water and swallowed the pill. I took the water from her and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead.

“You guys okay?” Asked Liam worriedly.

“We’re fine, Liam. You can go now.” Liam cast one more worried glance at Alys and then nodded, walked out of the bedroom and closing the door behind him.

“Alys, I need an explanation. Everything.”

Alys looked grim. “Harry-”

“Please, Alys.” I looked at her with pleading eyes. She sighed.

“Okay… Well, just know I didn't go looking for him,” She started slowly. “Um, he just kind of came to me.” Alys fumbled around with her fingers and then looked back at me with her stormy grey eyes. “I was shopping for things to buy for you boys before we parted, and then Damen was just there-”

“Who’s Damen?” I asked. Alys sighed. “Long story. He tricked us, calling himself William as an undercover name. His real name is Damen. The one who-”

“Killed your father.” I said. Everything clicked into place. Damen Welshfield. He slammed his car into Alys’s dad’s car, and as a result, her father died. My guess was that he was released from jail and that he went out again, hunting for Alys. Another thing made sense, too. The day Damen sent the rose to Alys, and also the note. His signature said William Nemad. ‘Nemad’ as in Damen, just spelled backwards. Damen was giving Alys a hint so that she would go looking for him, and the most obvious place for her to find him was to go to the central square of London, and sure enough, Damen was waiting for her there.

“Yeah. Damen came to me and brought me to the broken-down cottage, and I had passed out by then, so he cut me in the ankle. When I woke up, he kind of-” Alys shuddered. I put an arm around her.

“Yes, love?”

“Um, he… kind of, um, kissed me.”

“What?! Alys, why would he…”

“Harry, he did it to me. Then he cut my ankle again and I passed out. Then you came, everything should be pretty self-explanatory from there.

“Alys…” I whispered. How could Alys be treated so badly? And I was the one who let her go in the first place!


“I swear, I'll find him and-”

“And what?” Said Alys softly. “Don't do anything about it. Harry, just listen. You’re going to your next tour in two days. Take it easy, okay…”

“Okay.” I replied. I kissed her cheek. “Get some rest, love.” Alys smiled and laid her head on the pillow, closing her eyes.



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