The Elementalists (A One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter 21- Apologies

HEY! Here's the next chapter! It's kinda sucky though... Sorry!

Sandra's POV

I stood up, when I heard the news. So he was awake. Time to confront him.

I walked slowly to his room with Harry giving me worried glances along the way.

I walked into his room only to find him quivering on his bed.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked.

He seemed like he could explode from something any second.

"We don't really know! He's been like this ever since he woke up and we were wondering if you did it," Liam said.

"Why would you think I did it?" I said.

"Yeah!" Harry agreed immediately, which confused me, considering that he had chosen me over one of his best mates.

Liam seemed confused, too, but carried on saying, "Well... you did have a fight with him and burn him. Maybe you poisoned him as well."

I got really angry at that.

"Why the heck would I do that? I was never anywhere near him after the fight! Harry can vouch for that!" I exclaimed.

He shook his head, "Not like that. I meant you might have poisoned him when you burned him."

I rolled my eyes, "Why would I do that?  I can't even do that!"

"How do we know that's true?" He challenged.

"You know what? This is stupid! He wasn't poisoned by me! I'll prove it!" I said.

I walked up to him and focused my fire power on him.

I didn't sense any fire in him, which is odd because that included the fire of feelings, like courage and stuff.

It was like he had no will at all.

Like he couldn't control his body.

And I soon figured out why, Like someone was controlling him!

I willed him to have fire inside him, to have control over his body.

Then, suddenly, he started coughing, racking coughs.

He seemed to throw up or something, because fog started coming out of his mouth, and in it, some kind of spirit.

When it was gone, probably from evaporation, Louis collapsed on the bed.

"What happened?" Liam exclaimed.

"Something was controlling him, so I made it go away," I said curtly.

"What?!" he exclaimed.

I sighed and walked out of the door. It didn't matter what he thought.

When I was close to my room, I heard footsteps.

I swerved around.

"Woah, Sandra! How can you be so fast at walking?" he said, jokingly.

It was Louis.

Louis Tomlinson.

I shrugged.

"So, I remember everything that happened while I was being controlled and I just wanted to say, I'm really sorry! I didn't mean any of that! The other thing controlling me said it; not me! I wanted to thank you for getting it out of me, too! How did you do it, anyway?" he said.