Endlessly // h.s.

VII

Evie^^^^^^

This time when Evie awoke, it was considerably less dramatic. Her eyes merely blinked open, and she was conscious.

The weird thing, though, was that when she turned her head to the side she was met with a pair of green eyes staring at her, inches away from her face.

"Hi there, sleepyhead," Harry whispered softly, with a small smirk ghosting on his lips.

She shrieked and backed herself away from him, unclasping his hand from hers and somehow managing to get herself tangled in the sheets. She fell ungracefully off of the bed with a soft 'oof.'

"Evie!" Harry's concerned voice called out. She heard him get off of the bed, but before he could come around and reach her, Evie shot up off the floor and backed away.

"Don't... don't come any closer," Evie whimpered.

Harry didn't listen, and kept inching his way towards her. "Evie, you don't have to be scared," he said softly.

Yeah, right. Evie looked frantically around the room for anything to help her. That's when she saw the door. It was closer to her than it was to Harry, which meant she could make a break for it with a good headstart. It wasn't the best option, but what else could she do?

When Evie looked back to the Harry, it seemed like he had already noticed her plan. He was glaring at her with his dark emerald eyes, almost daring her to go through with it. The way he was looking at her now was a complete contrast to how he had been looking at her just seconds before.

Evie ran.

Her plan didn't work, though. No, just as Evie had reached the door, somebody else opened it. Evie slammed into the man, and they would have fallen over if not for the man's great reflexes. He caught her in his arms and stumbled back a bit.

When Evie looked up at him, she discovered that it was the blond Irish man from before, the one who had stuck her with the needle.

"Whoa there, Evie. You shouldn't be out of bed yet." He smiled down at her. He seemed like a kind man, but if he was associated with Harry, then he couldn't be.

"Yes, Evie. Come get back in bed, darling." Evie heard Harry's patronizing voice taunt her. She quickly turned around and narrowed her eyes at him in annoyance.

"Fuck you," she snarled in a brief moment of bravery.

She regretted that remark almost immediately after the words left her mouth. Harry's eyes visibly darkened and his jaw clenched. Evie could almost see the angry vein pop in his forehead.

"You really need to keep that attitude in check, little one." His hands were formed into tight fists by his sides, and Evie felt well and truly terrified.

Before Harry could do or say anything more, the Irishman's voice rang out through the tense atmosphere of the room.

"Haz, Liam wants to speak with you. Something about the Norwegian warlocks...?"

Harry cursed under his breath, running his hand through his curly locks. "Keep an eye on her, will you?" he asked the blond man angrily before stalking out of the room. Evie moved swiftly out of his way, not wanting to infuriate him any more.

Evie sighed once he was gone, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. But, strangely, at the same time she almost...missed him. She shook that insane thought out of her mind just as the blond man spoke again.

"I wasn't kidding earlier, Evie. You really should be in bed. I'm honestly surprised you're still standing right now."

Evie turned to him, all of a sudden feeling weak. The adrenaline that had been in her system from trying to run from Harry must have been wearing off.

"Y-yeah," Evie muttered, trying to stumble over to the bed before she would collapse. The man thankfully noticed her struggling, and rushed to her side, supporting her until she was laid safely in the bed.

"What's your name?" Evie asked softly as she settled back into the fluffy pillows. She felt exhausted, which was odd because she had just woken up a few minutes prior.

The man had begun to unpack a bag that Evie hadn't even noticed he'd been carrying, but he paused at her question.

"I'm Niall. Nice to finally meet you, Evie." He smiled widely at her and Evie was again struck by how absolutely nice he seemed.

Evie furrowed her eyebrows. Finally? What was that supposed to mean?

Niall kept unpacking the bag, and Evie discovered that it was filled with medical supplies. She saw a few syringes (empty and with the cap on this time, thankfully) and it reminded Evie of her horrible experience the last time she had been awake.

"What are you going to do with those?" Evie asked uneasily, gesturing to all the supplies.

Niall gave her a reassuring grin. "Just a checkup, Eves." Evie frowned a little at the nickname. She didn't hate it, though. "Nothing to be afraid of. We have to make sure you're doing okay after..." He didn't have to finish the thought.

There was a brief pause in the conversation before Evie spoke. "Niall? What... happened to me?" she asked curiously. "Why was I... like that, last night?"

"Harry made the very stupid decision to take you on a flight with him, even when he knows what is does to humans," Niall grumbled. He sounded very angry.

"A flight? But I've been on a plane before, and it's never affected me like that." Evie was puzzled by Niall's words.

Niall looked up from organizing his supplies to give her a small, amused smile. "Not that kind of flight, Evie," he said playfully, like she should have known that already.

"What kind of flight, then?"

Niall looked at her like she had suddenly sprouted another head. "You're... serious?" Evie nodded, dumbfounded. "Harry hasn't told you yet?"

"Well, he said some stuff about Salvators and dimidiums back home but he never told me what they were..." Evie trailed off uncertainly when she had an awful revelation. Back home. Her mother. How could she have forgotten about her own mother? Where was she? Did Harry take her too?

Then the door opened and... speak of the devil. It was Harry, looking a little less angry than he had before.

I'm glad he's back, Evie thought sincerely. Then she scolded herself mentally for even thinking that. Harry was evil, she shouldn't be happy to see him.

"Harry." Niall sounded pissed as he said the tall man's name. "What's this I hear about you not informing Evie about anything before dragging her back here?"

For a moment, Harry looked like a deer caught in headlights, but he regained his intimidating attitude almost immediately. He stood to his full height and clasped his hands behind his back.

"That was originally the plan, Niall, but it had to be adjusted when her bitch of a mother put a damper on things," Harry spat offendedly.

"Don't call my mother that." Evie narrowed her eyes at him.

Harry's eyes narrowed at her right back, and he licked his lips harshly before speaking. "I have the right to call her anything I want, Evie, seeing as how she kept you from me for sixteen fucking years."

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Evie shouted, exasperated with him and all his bullshit.

Before Harry could come back with a retort, Niall yelled out.

"And that's the point of this, Harry! After I finish with her checkup, you need to tell her everything. Poor girl has no idea what she's doing here!"

Evie's eyes flicked between the two men as they stared at each other after Niall's outburst. Both were extremely irritated, and the tension between them was almost palpable. But when Harry's eyes looked over to Evie, his whole body seemed to soften a bit.

"Fine," Harry said softly. "I'll tell her."

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