Ivy || H.S

Ch.20 conversation

Ivy Tomlinson

Rummaging through the closet I couldn't find anything to wear. My wet hair was sending cold droplets down my bare back and causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin.

This definitely wasn't a guest bedroom as the closet was fully stocked with black skinny jeans and basic t-shirts.

Not really caring anymore, I was more anxious to get answers. I slid up the black boxers rolling the waistband a few times so they fit, throwing on a black shirt that fell just above my knees and being baggy enough to cover up the fact I didn't have a bra on.

I'm surprised I'm even able to walk at this point, nonetheless get dressed, but whatever Harry gave me has me  completely numb, just using muscle memory at this point to be able to move.

A sharp knock at my door made me jump from my stance in the closet.

Opening the door, Liam stood outside with an emotionless face and cold eyes.

Giving me a quick scan over, "Hurry up we're waiting."

Deciding not to answer I stepped out of the room fully which gave him the signal I was ready. Following him down the hall I took in the walls.

Nothing.

It was boring plain white walls, not even a painting or pictures.

"Who's place is this?" I dared to ask. I'm getting the impression that Liam just doesn't like me or is an asshole.

He didn't answer me but I soon understood why as we walked into what I assume is the living room and the conversation between the boys stopped.

"Sit." Liam said simply as he took a seat on the larger couch, leaving me on the other side looking at the four boys.

"So let's talk-"

Cutting me off Liam shot out a sharp "Shut up."

"Ew, why are you so rude?" I questioned, meeting his hard gaze.

"Ivy." I heard Harry call.

Keeping my eyes locked with Liam's cold ones, I muttered a "What?"

"Look at me." He huffed. I could see him dragging his hands over his face in my peripheral vision. Reluctantly I turned towards Harry.

"We have things to discuss." Niall said.

"Yeah, no shit." I sprung out not thinking.

I realized it wasn't too bad since Zayn chuckled but Liam's glare just hardened making me want to shrink back into the couch.

"Who were those guys?" I started off wanting to get to the point.

"The Siphons."

"...and I'm assuming they are the rivals?"

I revived a slight nod from all of them and I continued on "So, what did Louis do to them?" I'm choosing not to bring up whatever happened two years ago, wanting to gather some knowledge over this situation they don't know I have.

I could see them all tense but quickly recover with my eyes on them.

"You need to start training when you're all healed." Liam said, completely ignoring my question. Confirming my thoughts, they didn't want me to know whatever happened.

Sending him a sharp stare I turned towards Niall since he seemed like he could crack.

"Where's Louis?"

Harry Styles

Her question took me off guard even though I knew it would come up. We haven't decided on what to tell her we just knew she had to stop looking for him.

"Where is he?" Ivy stated again standing up from her seat on the coach across from us.

Her face was slightly bruised, the baggy shirt she was wearing showed some darker bruises. They looked painful, turning yellow and purple.

I would need to get her some clothes soon because seeing her in my clothes was putting thoughts that I shouldn't be thinking.

When none of us answered they all slightly sent glances at me, causing me to shrug as I didn't know what to say.

"Hello....fucking answer me!" I could tell she was getting agitated, I can't blame her though. She was just tortured for days and now has to be stuck here with me so she can be safe.

She took a deep breath trying to calm herself. "Where is-"

"He's dead!" Niall yelled.

What the fuck? Why would he say that? I kept my eyes on Ivy, knowing Zayn and Liam were shooting daggers at Niall.

I watched the color drain from her face. The room grew deathly silent only the sound of Ivy's now ragged breathing filling the air.

"W- what?" She sounded like she couldn't believe it.

None of us answered her as she searched our faces for any telling of it being a lie.

Which it is.

"I'm...I- um excuse me." Staggering over her words she turned down the hall heading towards my bedroom.

For some reason my stomach clenched seeing her so sad, devastated. Whatever she was feeling was making me feel things that I shouldn't.

"Harry go talk to her. I'll handle Niall." Zayn spoke up, making me jump slightly as he tapped my shoulder. "Be nice to her!"

Humming in response I ignored his last comment and went to find Ivy.

Walking down the hallway I expected to hear crying, but the silence that welcomed me was worrying. I almost wished I could hear her crying as I opened the bedroom door and she was sitting on my bed, the black sheets contrasting with her pale winter skin.

She didn't bother looking at me just keeping her focus on the blank wall across from the bed, the silent tears strolling down her cheeks let me know that she wasn't completely numb.

"When he first left my mom convinced me that he died." The dry checkle that left her mouth made me take enough steps so I was sitting on the bed next to her, feeling this weird magnetic pull to be near her and comfort her. I've never felt it before nor do I know why.

"I think that's why I'm not freaking out because I've always had the thought of him being dead in the back of my mind." Ivy's words were chilling, even though she thought Louis was dead she still spent time looking for him.

I wanted to comfort her. This pull was making me itch to be closer to her. Fuck I had to get out of here. "Just rest I'll come get you when lunch is ready." Grimacing at my dumb excuse, I didn't bother to wait for her response and I got out of there as soon as I could.

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