Sad, Beautiful, Tragic |h.s|
Chapter 10
The things we did, the things we said
Keep comin' back to me and make me smile again
You showed me how to face the truth
Everything that's good in me I owe to you
~Never Gone, Backstreet Boys.
Alessia/Harry
Alessia sits on her bed with her head hung low. Her mind processes all that has happened in the past few days, that until the phone on the bedside table buzzes pulling her out of her thoughts.
“Goddamnit Alessia fucking Cowell--”
“My middle name is May, Marilyn.”
“Do not back talk me. I told you this the first day, but you are too fucking slow to understand, yeah? Where the fuck have you been in the past five days? Are you even fucking alive?”
“Mary I swear, I haven’t ever heard that many curse words in one sentence.”
“Yeah well what can I say…” she trails off, “are you trying to distract me Cowell. Where the fuck are you anyway? I’ve been driving myself crazy!”
“If you would stop talking, love, I would explain. Just tell me whenever you are done with your super-human cursing and useless yelling.”
“Mind your tongue, young lady.”
“Me? I haven’t cursed once, old woman!”
“Whatever, Less! Where are you?”
“I’m on Earth and I am alive.”
“You do not talk like that with me missy! And get your ass back right here, this moment. I don’t give a damn about where you are!”
“Marilyn Rachel Cooper, don’t freak out, but I’m in London,” Alessia whispers softly.
“Cool! Now get back here this mom--” Marilyn starts on the other end, “Wait! What? Come again.”
“I’m in London, love.”
“Ha ha, very funny. Get back, now!”
“Not funny. It’s the truth.” Alessia speaks laying back down on the bed.
“Alessia May--” there’s incomprehensible chattering on the other end, and Alessia closes her eyes. She would have to explain everything to Marilyn eventually. She knew she couldn’t leave the twins now. She had come back to London without a second thought and now there was no going back.
“Less,” Marilyn’s voice is eerily calm on the other end, “Alessia May Cowell,” she takes a deep breath, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH ONE DIRECTION!” Alessia flinches and distances the phone letting Marilyn swear and yell for a full minute before pressing the phone back to her ear.
“Yeah, about that. We kinda...sorta have to talk.”
“Oh yeah we do. So kinda...sorta...talk!” Marilyn snaps on the other end. Alessia opens her mouth to clarify things but she is interrupted by Louis barging in the room.
“They started crying. Oh you’re on the phone. I’m sorry...but Felix and Jace are crying and I tried singing to them but they wouldn’t stop and…”
“Ok Louis, I’m coming,” Alessia sighs, “I’ll talk to later Marilyn,” she says into the phone.
“What? Wait! Louis! As in Louis Tomlinson, as in the Louis Louis Tomlinson what are you d--”
“Later Mary,” Alessia hangs up before getting up, and walking out the door with Louis.
The two are wailing in their cribs when Alessia walks out, while Eleanor sits beside Felicity’s crib murmuring something softly.
“What’s wrong angels?” Alessia murmurs sitting between the two cribs, “Sh,” she places her index finger over her lips.
They both quiet down and look up at Alessia with wide and innocent eyes, earning a chuckle out of her. Felicity forms a tiny fist with her fingers and rubs her eyes giving Alessia a sleepy look, “Ah...you wanna sleep? Come here!” she picks the two in her arms and paces around the room.
“I have a picture, pinned to my wall. An image of you and of me and we're laughing and loving it all. Look at our life now, tattered and torn. “ Alessia places a tender kiss on each of their foreheads, “we fuss and we fight and delight in the tears that we cry until dawn.”
“Hold me now, warm my heart, stay with me, let loving start.”
“So perhaps I should leave here, yeah yeah go far away,” her eyes turn glassy and distant, she bites her lip then looks down at the two wonderful people in her arms, “but you know that there’s nowhere that I'd rather be than with you here today.”
She opens her mouth to begin the next chorus but the words are stolen from her mouth and sung by the beautiful voice that melts her heart but she dreads to hear, “You ask if I love you, well what can I say? You know that I do and if this is just one of those games that we play,” he picks Jason from Alessia’s arm and spins him around.
“So I'll sing you a new song, please don't cry anymore,” he smiles down at Jason before looking in Alessia’s gray eyes, “and then I'll ask your forgiveness, though I don't know just what I'm asking it for.”
Alessia closes her eyes and a tear rolls down her a cheek, she wipes it away with the back of her hand, “Harry--” She’s cut off by the sound of Harry’s phone buzzing in his pocket.
“Mate,” Harry says looking at Louis, completely ignoring Alessia who stands in front of him, “We’ve got to rehearse for the concert at Wembley, let’s leave, yeah?” He looks back at Alessia but she’s already going back to her room.
Harry gently places Jason back in his crib and walks to his room. He stops in front of Lexi’s bedroom door he places his palm gently on it and rests his head on the door. He sighs heavily and turns away.
Alessia sits at the edge of her bed, and stares at her fingers in her lap. Her mind buzzing with thoughts. She doesn’t realize for how long she’s been sitting there but she is interrupted by Cara walking into the room, “The lads have a concert at Wembley and we have nothing to do, let’s go? And I know how much Felix and Jace like music, especially Harry and your voice.”
Alessia starts to protest, listing the innumerable reasons why she shouldn’t be with the rest of the group.
“Oh c’mon, do it for me, please?” Cara pouts clasping her hands together in a praying position.
Alessia shakes her head, “Only for you.” she warns getting up. She looks back at Cara, after pulling out her clothes, knowing that she had made the right choice if anyone could love Harry as much as she herself did, it would be Cara.
“See you in ten minutes, yeah?”
Alessia nods in response and Cara walks out of the room. She locks the door, and pulls of her clothes standing naked in front of the mirror, the bruises seem to be getting uglier every day.
“Nine minutes to go,” Cara’s voice calls from the other end. Alessia hastily throws the clothes on, and picks out a brush from her dresser. She carefully applies the facial powder on her face making sure to hide any signs of weariness or hurt. She grabs her bag from the table and gives a last look in the mirror, making sure that every inch of her body is covered. She adjusts the scarf on around her throat, finally satisfied she walks out of her room.
“Jesus girl! It’s 35 degrees outside you’re gonna freeze to death grab a cot and a hat and whatever else,” Cara says sarcastically, taking in the pink sweater and woolen scarf wrapped around Alessia’s throat.
“I...I get cold easily,” Alessia stutters pulling the sleeves lower.
“Don’t complain when you melt by the heat,” Cara flips her hair and trots out of the room. Alessia swallows and then follows her.
“A-are the others coming?” Alessia asks as she picks Felix and Jason from their cribs and lays them on the sofa.
“Only Eleanor and Perrie.” Cara replies handing Alessia the clothes she pulled out for the two. Alessia carefully dresses them up.
“Don’t you two look adorable!” Cara gushes picking Felicity up and spinning her around earning a giggle out of her. “I bet you looked like this when you were her age,” Cara says looking a Alessia who is tying Jason’s converse laces.
She carefully picks him up and both of them walk out of the flat shutting the door behind them. Alessia presses the button for the 3rd floor, where Zayn’s flat is. She tells Cara to wait in the car with Felix. She takes careful steps to his apartment and gently knocks on the door. Her palms start getting sweaty and she swipes her hand on her jeans, a small smile emerges on her lip at the sight of Jason’s wide sea-green eyes on her. “What’s wrong Jacey?” she asks looking down at his innocent expression. He smiles widely making his dimple visible. She chuckles and places a kiss on his cheek just as the doors open.
“Y-y’all ready?” she asks carefully looking at Perrie’s expression. She nods before pulling Alessia in a hug. ‘I’m not mad at you okay, you’re here now, that’s all that matters, alright?” A tear slips from Alessia’s eye but she’s quick to wipe it.
“Thank you,” she whispers, “and you are squishing my brother!”
Perrie chuckles then looks down at the little boy, “How ya doin’ Jacey boy?” Jason looks at Perrie in confusion then back at Alessia, both of them chuckle at his adorable expression.
“El?” Alessia asks turning back to Perrie.
“Sh-she’s still mad at you,” Perrie answers not looking at Alessia.
Alessia nods, knowingly. “I know she’s really, really mad. God!” she sighs her fingers through her hair. Perrie purses her lips before calling Eleanor’s name and the three of them walk out of the house in awkward silence.
They meet Cara standing in front of her car. “You guys, ready to go?” Alessia nods and slips into the back seat followed by Eleanor, while Perrie takes the passenger seat. Alessia buckles the twins in their baby seats, and sits back.
Alessia plays with her fingers in her lap as the uncomfortable silence continues. Perrie awkwardly clears her throat, “Where have you been the past nine months, Lexi?” there is no accusation in her voice just curiosity.
“I...I w-was,” she stutters looking out the window at the zooming cars.
“Let it be Pez, she doesn’t want to tell us.” Eleanor says, noticing Alessia’s uncomfortable expression. Alessia shifts uneasily under El’s gaze and slips her fingers under the sleeve of her sweater, worrying that her best friend knew something.
The rest of the hour long drive to Wembley is agonizingly long and distressing. Cara stops the car and Alessia gently picks Felicity while Eleanor holds Jason. All of them walk backstage. Alessia and Cara take the lead, while Perrie whispers something to Eleanor that Alessia doesn’t catch, but she hears the mention of her name.
Alessia smiles shyly at Paul, who leads the four to the boys. Zayn and Louis come up to kiss their wife and girlfriend respectively. Alessia’s eyes involuntarily travel to Harry, across the room, who’s green ones are already on her. She abruptly turns away and bumps into Niall, who gives her an awkward smile.
“Hi?”
“Hi,” Alessia mumbles.
“Okay, I really, truly hate this. I missed you for so long and now that you’re back I don’t want to be mad at you,” Niall says rapidly. Alessia chuckles and gives him a side hug.
“I love you Nialler.”
“Love you too, Lex,” he replies placing a kiss on Alessia’s forehead.
Harry watches this interaction with agonizing jealousy from across the room, although the rational part of his brain knows there is nothing to be jealous about. Niall has only ever looked at Lexi as a younger sister and vice-versa.
His lips shape into a deep frown that until Eleanor hands Felicity to him. “How’s baby girl doing?” he asks looking down at an exact copy of the girl he loves. Felix giggles lifting her hand to reach for Harry’s curls.
“She loves you,” Eleanor says matter-of-factly. Harry chuckles looking down at the tiny creature in his arms.
Simon calls the boy up on stage for their opening act. Alessia stands backstage just enough to catch a glimpse of the boys without getting caught. Liam opens the song, and Alessia rests her head against the wall and gets a perfect a view of Harry’s face just as he starts singing, “I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bribe, to make you well, to make you well.”
Although Harry is on stage and Alessia is almost hidden behind the curtains it takes Harry only a moment to catch her eyes, “...Give me reasons to believe, that you would do the same for me. And I would do it for you, for you, baby, I'm not moving on. I love you long after you're gone.”
Alessia closes her eyes and lets a tear slip, she doesn’t bother to wipe it away, “...Like a drum, baby, don't stop beating. Like a drum my heart never stops beating, for you.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers the words, with closed eyes. Harry knows it’s not meant for him to see, but he makes out the words slipped from her tongue.
The boys finally end the concert with a thank you and walk back in, Alessia smiles slightly at them and wipes the remnants of her tears.
She’s just about to turn away when Harry catches hold of her wrist and pulls her into him. Alessia stiffens, for a moment, then hurriedly pushes him away. But Harry’s grip is hard on her wrists. He swallows, before brushing his finger just under her eye. Under her left eye, where the bruise still hadn’t healed. Alessia starts to speak but is captivated by his startling green eyes, that for the first time since she left him, have a sparkling intensity within them.
“Harry?”
“W-who did this?” he asks, his voice, isn’t above a whisper. His fingers are gentle and familiar against her cheek. His lips are parted slightly, and a slight crease is formed between his eyebrows, it takes everything in Alessia not to kiss that frown away. Harry stands barely an inch away and his hot, minty breath falls on her face. She closes her eyes, and sighs before pulling away.
“I f-fell,” she replies turning away.
“And you’re lying,” Harry states taking a long stop to stand in front of her again.
“I’m not Harry. Let me pass.” Alessia states icily pushing him out of the way and going back to the others, who seem ready to leave.
Harry stands there stunned unable to move or speak. It was an obvious fact that people normally didn’t fall on their eye. And Harry knew Alexis too well to know when she lied. She hadn’t looked at Harry’s face when she spoke, she barely did, these days. But when Alexis was speaking the truth she was confident and she would confess it without looking down.
Harry sighs and shakes his head before heading inside. The ride back home is awkwardly silent, as it has been for the past nine months, except from the occasional cries from Felix and Jace.
Alessia/Harry
After settling the cribs in Alessia’s room and placing the twins in them. Alessia walks out of the room to get a glass of water.
Harry passes Alexis’s room on the way to his. He hears the giggling of the twins and pushes the door open to kiss them goodnight. With a wide smile he kisses both their foreheads, and looks around for Alessia but what grabs his attention is the packet lying on her dresser’s table. He swallows hard before taking quick steps to it. He holds the packet up and feels the content inside it through the plastic. He gulps hard and opens it, before taking a sniff. His hands tremble with fear and he walks out of the room to be greeted by Alessia.
“W-what the fuck is this, Alexis.” He aks slapping the packet in her hand.
“I d-don’t know, “ Alessia whispers as sweat beads form on her forehead, she clutches the packet tightly and without looking at Harry she walks towards her room, only to be grabbed by him once again.
“Is that ecstasy?” he asks in a measured tone.
“I don’t know Harry!”
“ARE YOU DOING DRUGS ALEXIS?!” he asks as his hands shake with fear.
“WHO GAVE YOU THE FUCKING PERMISSION TO GO IN MY ROOM AND LOOK THROUGH MY THINGS?!”
“Just so you know, Lexi. After you left,” Alessia cringes, “that room became mine. And second, never answer a question with a question. What are you doing with a packet of ecstasy in your room?”
“Wouldn’t take a genius to figure out,” Alessia replies coolly before walking into her room and shutting the door behind her.
Keep comin' back to me and make me smile again
You showed me how to face the truth
Everything that's good in me I owe to you
~Never Gone, Backstreet Boys.
Alessia/Harry
Alessia sits on her bed with her head hung low. Her mind processes all that has happened in the past few days, that until the phone on the bedside table buzzes pulling her out of her thoughts.
“Goddamnit Alessia fucking Cowell--”
“My middle name is May, Marilyn.”
“Do not back talk me. I told you this the first day, but you are too fucking slow to understand, yeah? Where the fuck have you been in the past five days? Are you even fucking alive?”
“Mary I swear, I haven’t ever heard that many curse words in one sentence.”
“Yeah well what can I say…” she trails off, “are you trying to distract me Cowell. Where the fuck are you anyway? I’ve been driving myself crazy!”
“If you would stop talking, love, I would explain. Just tell me whenever you are done with your super-human cursing and useless yelling.”
“Mind your tongue, young lady.”
“Me? I haven’t cursed once, old woman!”
“Whatever, Less! Where are you?”
“I’m on Earth and I am alive.”
“You do not talk like that with me missy! And get your ass back right here, this moment. I don’t give a damn about where you are!”
“Marilyn Rachel Cooper, don’t freak out, but I’m in London,” Alessia whispers softly.
“Cool! Now get back here this mom--” Marilyn starts on the other end, “Wait! What? Come again.”
“I’m in London, love.”
“Ha ha, very funny. Get back, now!”
“Not funny. It’s the truth.” Alessia speaks laying back down on the bed.
“Alessia May--” there’s incomprehensible chattering on the other end, and Alessia closes her eyes. She would have to explain everything to Marilyn eventually. She knew she couldn’t leave the twins now. She had come back to London without a second thought and now there was no going back.
“Less,” Marilyn’s voice is eerily calm on the other end, “Alessia May Cowell,” she takes a deep breath, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH ONE DIRECTION!” Alessia flinches and distances the phone letting Marilyn swear and yell for a full minute before pressing the phone back to her ear.
“Yeah, about that. We kinda...sorta have to talk.”
“Oh yeah we do. So kinda...sorta...talk!” Marilyn snaps on the other end. Alessia opens her mouth to clarify things but she is interrupted by Louis barging in the room.
“They started crying. Oh you’re on the phone. I’m sorry...but Felix and Jace are crying and I tried singing to them but they wouldn’t stop and…”
“Ok Louis, I’m coming,” Alessia sighs, “I’ll talk to later Marilyn,” she says into the phone.
“What? Wait! Louis! As in Louis Tomlinson, as in the Louis Louis Tomlinson what are you d--”
“Later Mary,” Alessia hangs up before getting up, and walking out the door with Louis.
The two are wailing in their cribs when Alessia walks out, while Eleanor sits beside Felicity’s crib murmuring something softly.
“What’s wrong angels?” Alessia murmurs sitting between the two cribs, “Sh,” she places her index finger over her lips.
They both quiet down and look up at Alessia with wide and innocent eyes, earning a chuckle out of her. Felicity forms a tiny fist with her fingers and rubs her eyes giving Alessia a sleepy look, “Ah...you wanna sleep? Come here!” she picks the two in her arms and paces around the room.
“I have a picture, pinned to my wall. An image of you and of me and we're laughing and loving it all. Look at our life now, tattered and torn. “ Alessia places a tender kiss on each of their foreheads, “we fuss and we fight and delight in the tears that we cry until dawn.”
“Hold me now, warm my heart, stay with me, let loving start.”
“So perhaps I should leave here, yeah yeah go far away,” her eyes turn glassy and distant, she bites her lip then looks down at the two wonderful people in her arms, “but you know that there’s nowhere that I'd rather be than with you here today.”
She opens her mouth to begin the next chorus but the words are stolen from her mouth and sung by the beautiful voice that melts her heart but she dreads to hear, “You ask if I love you, well what can I say? You know that I do and if this is just one of those games that we play,” he picks Jason from Alessia’s arm and spins him around.
“So I'll sing you a new song, please don't cry anymore,” he smiles down at Jason before looking in Alessia’s gray eyes, “and then I'll ask your forgiveness, though I don't know just what I'm asking it for.”
Alessia closes her eyes and a tear rolls down her a cheek, she wipes it away with the back of her hand, “Harry--” She’s cut off by the sound of Harry’s phone buzzing in his pocket.
“Mate,” Harry says looking at Louis, completely ignoring Alessia who stands in front of him, “We’ve got to rehearse for the concert at Wembley, let’s leave, yeah?” He looks back at Alessia but she’s already going back to her room.
Harry gently places Jason back in his crib and walks to his room. He stops in front of Lexi’s bedroom door he places his palm gently on it and rests his head on the door. He sighs heavily and turns away.
Alessia sits at the edge of her bed, and stares at her fingers in her lap. Her mind buzzing with thoughts. She doesn’t realize for how long she’s been sitting there but she is interrupted by Cara walking into the room, “The lads have a concert at Wembley and we have nothing to do, let’s go? And I know how much Felix and Jace like music, especially Harry and your voice.”
Alessia starts to protest, listing the innumerable reasons why she shouldn’t be with the rest of the group.
“Oh c’mon, do it for me, please?” Cara pouts clasping her hands together in a praying position.
Alessia shakes her head, “Only for you.” she warns getting up. She looks back at Cara, after pulling out her clothes, knowing that she had made the right choice if anyone could love Harry as much as she herself did, it would be Cara.
“See you in ten minutes, yeah?”
Alessia nods in response and Cara walks out of the room. She locks the door, and pulls of her clothes standing naked in front of the mirror, the bruises seem to be getting uglier every day.
“Nine minutes to go,” Cara’s voice calls from the other end. Alessia hastily throws the clothes on, and picks out a brush from her dresser. She carefully applies the facial powder on her face making sure to hide any signs of weariness or hurt. She grabs her bag from the table and gives a last look in the mirror, making sure that every inch of her body is covered. She adjusts the scarf on around her throat, finally satisfied she walks out of her room.
“Jesus girl! It’s 35 degrees outside you’re gonna freeze to death grab a cot and a hat and whatever else,” Cara says sarcastically, taking in the pink sweater and woolen scarf wrapped around Alessia’s throat.
“I...I get cold easily,” Alessia stutters pulling the sleeves lower.
“Don’t complain when you melt by the heat,” Cara flips her hair and trots out of the room. Alessia swallows and then follows her.
“A-are the others coming?” Alessia asks as she picks Felix and Jason from their cribs and lays them on the sofa.
“Only Eleanor and Perrie.” Cara replies handing Alessia the clothes she pulled out for the two. Alessia carefully dresses them up.
“Don’t you two look adorable!” Cara gushes picking Felicity up and spinning her around earning a giggle out of her. “I bet you looked like this when you were her age,” Cara says looking a Alessia who is tying Jason’s converse laces.
She carefully picks him up and both of them walk out of the flat shutting the door behind them. Alessia presses the button for the 3rd floor, where Zayn’s flat is. She tells Cara to wait in the car with Felix. She takes careful steps to his apartment and gently knocks on the door. Her palms start getting sweaty and she swipes her hand on her jeans, a small smile emerges on her lip at the sight of Jason’s wide sea-green eyes on her. “What’s wrong Jacey?” she asks looking down at his innocent expression. He smiles widely making his dimple visible. She chuckles and places a kiss on his cheek just as the doors open.
“Y-y’all ready?” she asks carefully looking at Perrie’s expression. She nods before pulling Alessia in a hug. ‘I’m not mad at you okay, you’re here now, that’s all that matters, alright?” A tear slips from Alessia’s eye but she’s quick to wipe it.
“Thank you,” she whispers, “and you are squishing my brother!”
Perrie chuckles then looks down at the little boy, “How ya doin’ Jacey boy?” Jason looks at Perrie in confusion then back at Alessia, both of them chuckle at his adorable expression.
“El?” Alessia asks turning back to Perrie.
“Sh-she’s still mad at you,” Perrie answers not looking at Alessia.
Alessia nods, knowingly. “I know she’s really, really mad. God!” she sighs her fingers through her hair. Perrie purses her lips before calling Eleanor’s name and the three of them walk out of the house in awkward silence.
They meet Cara standing in front of her car. “You guys, ready to go?” Alessia nods and slips into the back seat followed by Eleanor, while Perrie takes the passenger seat. Alessia buckles the twins in their baby seats, and sits back.
Alessia plays with her fingers in her lap as the uncomfortable silence continues. Perrie awkwardly clears her throat, “Where have you been the past nine months, Lexi?” there is no accusation in her voice just curiosity.
“I...I w-was,” she stutters looking out the window at the zooming cars.
“Let it be Pez, she doesn’t want to tell us.” Eleanor says, noticing Alessia’s uncomfortable expression. Alessia shifts uneasily under El’s gaze and slips her fingers under the sleeve of her sweater, worrying that her best friend knew something.
The rest of the hour long drive to Wembley is agonizingly long and distressing. Cara stops the car and Alessia gently picks Felicity while Eleanor holds Jason. All of them walk backstage. Alessia and Cara take the lead, while Perrie whispers something to Eleanor that Alessia doesn’t catch, but she hears the mention of her name.
Alessia smiles shyly at Paul, who leads the four to the boys. Zayn and Louis come up to kiss their wife and girlfriend respectively. Alessia’s eyes involuntarily travel to Harry, across the room, who’s green ones are already on her. She abruptly turns away and bumps into Niall, who gives her an awkward smile.
“Hi?”
“Hi,” Alessia mumbles.
“Okay, I really, truly hate this. I missed you for so long and now that you’re back I don’t want to be mad at you,” Niall says rapidly. Alessia chuckles and gives him a side hug.
“I love you Nialler.”
“Love you too, Lex,” he replies placing a kiss on Alessia’s forehead.
Harry watches this interaction with agonizing jealousy from across the room, although the rational part of his brain knows there is nothing to be jealous about. Niall has only ever looked at Lexi as a younger sister and vice-versa.
His lips shape into a deep frown that until Eleanor hands Felicity to him. “How’s baby girl doing?” he asks looking down at an exact copy of the girl he loves. Felix giggles lifting her hand to reach for Harry’s curls.
“She loves you,” Eleanor says matter-of-factly. Harry chuckles looking down at the tiny creature in his arms.
Simon calls the boy up on stage for their opening act. Alessia stands backstage just enough to catch a glimpse of the boys without getting caught. Liam opens the song, and Alessia rests her head against the wall and gets a perfect a view of Harry’s face just as he starts singing, “I'll lie, cheat, I'll beg and bribe, to make you well, to make you well.”
Although Harry is on stage and Alessia is almost hidden behind the curtains it takes Harry only a moment to catch her eyes, “...Give me reasons to believe, that you would do the same for me. And I would do it for you, for you, baby, I'm not moving on. I love you long after you're gone.”
Alessia closes her eyes and lets a tear slip, she doesn’t bother to wipe it away, “...Like a drum, baby, don't stop beating. Like a drum my heart never stops beating, for you.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers the words, with closed eyes. Harry knows it’s not meant for him to see, but he makes out the words slipped from her tongue.
The boys finally end the concert with a thank you and walk back in, Alessia smiles slightly at them and wipes the remnants of her tears.
She’s just about to turn away when Harry catches hold of her wrist and pulls her into him. Alessia stiffens, for a moment, then hurriedly pushes him away. But Harry’s grip is hard on her wrists. He swallows, before brushing his finger just under her eye. Under her left eye, where the bruise still hadn’t healed. Alessia starts to speak but is captivated by his startling green eyes, that for the first time since she left him, have a sparkling intensity within them.
“Harry?”
“W-who did this?” he asks, his voice, isn’t above a whisper. His fingers are gentle and familiar against her cheek. His lips are parted slightly, and a slight crease is formed between his eyebrows, it takes everything in Alessia not to kiss that frown away. Harry stands barely an inch away and his hot, minty breath falls on her face. She closes her eyes, and sighs before pulling away.
“I f-fell,” she replies turning away.
“And you’re lying,” Harry states taking a long stop to stand in front of her again.
“I’m not Harry. Let me pass.” Alessia states icily pushing him out of the way and going back to the others, who seem ready to leave.
Harry stands there stunned unable to move or speak. It was an obvious fact that people normally didn’t fall on their eye. And Harry knew Alexis too well to know when she lied. She hadn’t looked at Harry’s face when she spoke, she barely did, these days. But when Alexis was speaking the truth she was confident and she would confess it without looking down.
Harry sighs and shakes his head before heading inside. The ride back home is awkwardly silent, as it has been for the past nine months, except from the occasional cries from Felix and Jace.
Alessia/Harry
After settling the cribs in Alessia’s room and placing the twins in them. Alessia walks out of the room to get a glass of water.
Harry passes Alexis’s room on the way to his. He hears the giggling of the twins and pushes the door open to kiss them goodnight. With a wide smile he kisses both their foreheads, and looks around for Alessia but what grabs his attention is the packet lying on her dresser’s table. He swallows hard before taking quick steps to it. He holds the packet up and feels the content inside it through the plastic. He gulps hard and opens it, before taking a sniff. His hands tremble with fear and he walks out of the room to be greeted by Alessia.
“W-what the fuck is this, Alexis.” He aks slapping the packet in her hand.
“I d-don’t know, “ Alessia whispers as sweat beads form on her forehead, she clutches the packet tightly and without looking at Harry she walks towards her room, only to be grabbed by him once again.
“Is that ecstasy?” he asks in a measured tone.
“I don’t know Harry!”
“ARE YOU DOING DRUGS ALEXIS?!” he asks as his hands shake with fear.
“WHO GAVE YOU THE FUCKING PERMISSION TO GO IN MY ROOM AND LOOK THROUGH MY THINGS?!”
“Just so you know, Lexi. After you left,” Alessia cringes, “that room became mine. And second, never answer a question with a question. What are you doing with a packet of ecstasy in your room?”
“Wouldn’t take a genius to figure out,” Alessia replies coolly before walking into her room and shutting the door behind her.
Notes
I gave y'all an earlier update 'cause I'm on break but school reopens on Monday and I won't be able to update as often. Leave your comments about the chapter, please? Vote and Subscribe too. It means a lot to me :). Lets get the votes up please at least a 65 until the next update! Ooh lala big plot twist there, yeah? Alessia is doing drugs!
1. What's gonna happen to Alessia, or is there something terribly long with her? I mean she's doing drugs, that's big, I mean real big!
2. How long until Scott figures out?
3. Wasn't the part with Marilyn just adorable?!
4. Niall and Perrie forgave her, Louis sorta did, Harry was never mad at her. What do you think about the others?
Hey love! I absolutely LOVE this story. First and sequel included! I've read this whole story in one day and now there is no update! I would love if you would add a chapter because this is amazing! Please, please continue! If people are telling you this story sucks, DON'T LISTEN! You have tons of fans who want to know what comes next. I understand if school is also a part of this, I've got school too. I'm willing to wait for this amazing story!!
11/19/20