Love Will Remember **CURENTLY CLOSED BECAUSE OF EDITING, LINK TO NEW VERSION COMING SOON**

I find myself with my fingers in Alison's hair, our positions haven't changed at all. The movie's gone off, she hasn't said a word. Perhaps she's asleep, because I haven't said anything either. I wonder what Alison thinks some times. I wonder what goes on in that beautiful mind of her's. Probably dreams of beautiful sunsets and escapes from the harm of the world, at least that's how I see it.

Out of no where, I hear music playing. "It's like a work of art That never gets to see the light Keep you beneath the stars Won't let you touch-'' I grab Alison's phone from beside mine on the bedside table. I see the caller ID: Haley. I answer.

''Hello?''I say.''Hey, Harry? Is that you?''She asks, laughing a little.''Yeah. Its me.''I assure her. ''Oh. Where's Ali, is every thing okay?''She asks, worried.''She's asleep, and yeah, every thing's alright.''I mumble. I hope I'm not too loud, I'd hate to wake Alison, if she's even asleep.. I don't know though.

"Oh, well.. When she wakes up, tell her to give me a call, okay?''She says.''Alright.'' "Okay, thanks Harry.''She hangs up before I could reply to her. I sit the phone down and continue running my fingers slowly through Alison's beautiful long blonde hair.

"Why'd you answer that?''It scared me as I hear Alison's voice say. I jump a little, trying not to show that I was scared. ''It was Haley.. I figured.. you know t-'' ''Who told you that you could answer my phone when ever it rang?''She asks me. Its weird though, she isn't getting loud with me, she isn't even looking at me..

"I'm..sorry.''I sigh. ''Just don't do it again.''She insists.''I won't.''I promise and she leans up, her eyes never make contact with mine as she pulls the cover over her body and lies down, her back to me.

"Alison.''I whisper.''What.''She sighs.''Are you okay?''I ask, placing a hand on her waist.''I'm fine.''She says.

"Are you sure?''I say as my hand gently slides to her stomach. ''Don't touch me.''She pushes my hand off her. She moves away from me, surely making sure that there's distance between me and her. But I don't like the space.. I hate it.

And I ask, why? Why the distance? Why the worry? Why the everything... What's going on with her? No one could be that upset when some one answered their phone. So what's really up?

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