Memories
The Whole Truth
Evelyn's POV:
"It was Harry's."
"What?" Niall gasped, his eyes widened.
"It was Harry's voice," I said simply. "His voice was beautiful. He was singing to the birds but then he saw me." I paused hesitantly. I wasn't sure telling Niall was such a good idea. The kidnapper knew that Harry knew my past. What if he figured out that Niall knew? I couldn't let two people die because of me. Especially not Niall.
"He took me to his house. He learned my story. And I stayed with him until he auditioned for X-Factor." I took a shaky breath. It was a bit difficult, telling my story all over again. I hated reliving the events because that would mean reliving leaving Niall...
"I knew that I had stayed with him too long. I had put him and possibly his family in danger. And it was all my fault." I smiled a little when Niall patted my hand and tucked in a stray hair. What I said earlier never was true. Niall was and will always be my best friend. He has this special place in my heart that can't be removed.
"So I was on the run again." I got up. "Now you know my story, Niall. Too many years we've been apart. I missed you so much." I stifled an upcoming sob and forced a smile. "Go to sleep, Niall." He lay down on the bed but kept staring at me. Even when I left the room.
I knocked on the door to Harry's room but instead of Harry, Louis opened it. "Oh, hey," he said, stepping out of the room. "I was going to leave anyway. Going to Eleanor's. Here to see Harry? Maybe you shouldn't." And he left, with the door still ajar.
I quietly entered, tiptoeing to Harry's bed. But what shocked me was that he wasn't alone. There was a girl with him, a red head, cuddled next to him. I felt a pang inside me, knowing that I wasn't the one cuddling with him.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat loudly. Both the girl and Harry sat up, and he looked at me with a surprised expression.
"Oh," the girl squeaked, and even though the curtains were drawn and everything was dark, I could tell that both of them were naked under the covers. The girl grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her body. She collected her clothes and after she changed, she asked, "Harry, is this your girlfriend?"
And poor Harry just sat there, stumbling over his own words. "Wh- n-ye- why don't you leave?"
The girl looked confused but grabbed her high heels. She gave him a slip of paper and whispered, "Call me." And then she left.
"Well, that was surprising," I said as he threw out the slip of paper. I wasn't going to overreact because, hell, Harry and I weren't even dating.
"What are you doing here?" He asked as he snatched his boxers from the floor.
"Well, I was going to talk to you but you seemed too busy." I reached for the doorknob.
"No!" Harry yelped a bit too desperately. "I mean, what did you want to talk about?"
"I told Niall," I said softly as I sat on his bed next to him.
"The whole truth?" He said, and I shook my head. I laid down on the bed and he started to stroke my blonde hair gently.
"No," I whispered, "he doesn't know the whole truth." I sat up again and ran my fingers through his chocolate curls, staring into his green orbs. He leaned in and our lips met, and I could swear that fireworks erupted.
"It was Harry's."
"What?" Niall gasped, his eyes widened.
"It was Harry's voice," I said simply. "His voice was beautiful. He was singing to the birds but then he saw me." I paused hesitantly. I wasn't sure telling Niall was such a good idea. The kidnapper knew that Harry knew my past. What if he figured out that Niall knew? I couldn't let two people die because of me. Especially not Niall.
"He took me to his house. He learned my story. And I stayed with him until he auditioned for X-Factor." I took a shaky breath. It was a bit difficult, telling my story all over again. I hated reliving the events because that would mean reliving leaving Niall...
"I knew that I had stayed with him too long. I had put him and possibly his family in danger. And it was all my fault." I smiled a little when Niall patted my hand and tucked in a stray hair. What I said earlier never was true. Niall was and will always be my best friend. He has this special place in my heart that can't be removed.
"So I was on the run again." I got up. "Now you know my story, Niall. Too many years we've been apart. I missed you so much." I stifled an upcoming sob and forced a smile. "Go to sleep, Niall." He lay down on the bed but kept staring at me. Even when I left the room.
I knocked on the door to Harry's room but instead of Harry, Louis opened it. "Oh, hey," he said, stepping out of the room. "I was going to leave anyway. Going to Eleanor's. Here to see Harry? Maybe you shouldn't." And he left, with the door still ajar.
I quietly entered, tiptoeing to Harry's bed. But what shocked me was that he wasn't alone. There was a girl with him, a red head, cuddled next to him. I felt a pang inside me, knowing that I wasn't the one cuddling with him.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat loudly. Both the girl and Harry sat up, and he looked at me with a surprised expression.
"Oh," the girl squeaked, and even though the curtains were drawn and everything was dark, I could tell that both of them were naked under the covers. The girl grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her body. She collected her clothes and after she changed, she asked, "Harry, is this your girlfriend?"
And poor Harry just sat there, stumbling over his own words. "Wh- n-ye- why don't you leave?"
The girl looked confused but grabbed her high heels. She gave him a slip of paper and whispered, "Call me." And then she left.
"Well, that was surprising," I said as he threw out the slip of paper. I wasn't going to overreact because, hell, Harry and I weren't even dating.
"What are you doing here?" He asked as he snatched his boxers from the floor.
"Well, I was going to talk to you but you seemed too busy." I reached for the doorknob.
"No!" Harry yelped a bit too desperately. "I mean, what did you want to talk about?"
"I told Niall," I said softly as I sat on his bed next to him.
"The whole truth?" He said, and I shook my head. I laid down on the bed and he started to stroke my blonde hair gently.
"No," I whispered, "he doesn't know the whole truth." I sat up again and ran my fingers through his chocolate curls, staring into his green orbs. He leaned in and our lips met, and I could swear that fireworks erupted.
Notes
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11/29/13