Undead Protector - MAJOR EDITING - Harry&Alice book 1.

Chapter 27

#Alice's POV#

Harry hasn't said a word, not one. Ever since he came back from his vision he just blankly ignored us and calmly sat down, has he seen what I have? I wonder if he hates me now, like if he did see what I saw, I totally understand. It'd be all my fault if anything bad were to happen...

I sit opposite Harry in the jet. We decided to leave since Harry was a little out of it... 
I didn't know whether to talk to him or not... He didn't have that traumatized look in his eyes anymore but he does look deep in thought...
"Harry...?" I speak quietly
"Hm?" Shockingly, he responds
"Is... Is something wrong?" I look down at my twiddling thumbs
"No, just trying to piece some things together, you know?" He talks as if I really would know, which I don't, I don't have to piece anything together. My visions were pretty straight forward.
"Uhm yeah" I agree, still not looking up as I stand, ready to walk out the room,
"Where are you going?" His deep voice stops me
"Just to er, uhm" I pause "Speak to CeCe" I finally look at him, his features showing confusion making him look so innocent. Harry, innocent? He's anything but.

"Just sit down" He grins in amusement; patting the space next to him. I nod awkwardly before sitting next to him "Alice, you understand how much danger you're in, right?" Speaks Harry, seriously.

"I have an idea..." I begin but not able to find the words to finish
"Listen, Alice. They all want you. Millions of them want you because of something your dad has done, actually, something your dad has left behind... He couldn't finish his work himself so it's- It's up to me, but I don't- I- Argh! I don't know if I can, anymore" He rants, gripping his curls tightly in frustration
"You're not making any sense, Harry" I speak, honestly
"Just promise me something"
"Anything"
"Never leave us..."
"Never."

Harry smiles brightly before turning away and tapping at his phone. God, I miss my phone...
I wonder what all that was about, anyway. Like I don't have a reason to leave anymore, at first all I wanted was to leave but now- Now, the thought of moving feels like moving a house you've lived in all your life to another country, somewhere you've never been, a place you would never fit in, a place that isn't home. That house, just outside of London, that's my home now. Harry, Louis, Zayn, Liam, Niall, CeCe and even Summer are my family now, I'd never leave them. Not under any circumstances.
Maybe if they wanted me to become a vampire, I'd leave. I don't want to be like that, I'm not going to be all dramatic and lie and say I can't be like that because I can. I just don't want to. I don't want to have to kill animals and drink from them, I don't want to not have a heart beat, I want to be able to lie down and dream at night, I don't want to keep secrets, I don't want to be dead.

I just want to be Alice.

"Harry..." I speak up
"Hmm?"
"What has my dad left behind that they want so bad? Why do they want me to get it? Is it something I have? Or something I wear? Could it be me? What if it is me, what then? What would it even be? Like, I half expected it to be a book, chemical, letter or something, not me. Why can't they just leave me alone and be on with their lives? I'm just a nineteen year old girl, being dragged into a world, I shouldn't know about. I'm learning about things that only exist in nightmares or, or horror movies. I don't want to be apart of this, Harry. I'm staying but I need answers" I rant

"Stop thinking so much" Harry states, simply
"No, I will not stop thinking so much. I haven't even begun to think into it just- Argh! Just give me answers, Harold. I am so freakin' p-ssed with being clueless about everything! Do you know what it's like to have millions of unknowns after you because of a crime you don't know anything about! It's frustrating, I can't wrap my head around it all and the more you say, the more confused I am! Like why did we even go to the Amazon? We achieved nothing there! All we did is walk in on a sisterly argument before getting high and hallucinating be cause of some weird blue smoke? Why? Why can't you tell me what they really want from me? Just tell me, Harry. I dare you" I shout before whispering the last seven words in an almost deathly manner.