Chapter 33

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Day 13/Part 4

ALLIE'S POV

The phone was ringing loudly, echoing throughout the entire house.

"Hello?" I answered after the third ring.

"Hello Allison, it's Doctor Carson," he paused before he spoke again, "this isn't the phone call I wanted to give you but the time has come where I must, I am so sorry to have to tell you this but Harry has passed." He croaked.

"No. He couldn't have, he was doing so much better, you're lying to me." I said in a raised tone, I felt panic wash over me.

"Allison I am so sorry for your loss." He softly said.

"No, he's not gone, he can't be, I-I need him, please tell me this is a sick joke, please I am begging you. I cant live without him." I collapsed to the floor, my legs completely gave out. I couldn't think strait, I couldn't believe what he said, it wasn't true, this wasn't happening.

I woke up in a sweat and tears; I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest, my tears have started to puddle onto the white sheets. The nightmares haven't been back for a while, a long while, sleeping in a bed with Harry made me feel safe, I knew that the nightmares couldn't hurt me, but now I wasn't so sure. This was the first nightmare I have had since Harry has been in the hospital. I've forgotten how vivid and detailed my nightmares are, I took deep breaths and tried to calm myself down, but the deep breathing and thinking about happy memories wasn't helping, I knew what would help though. I took my phone from the bed side table to check the time, 7:23PM read the time, I crawled out of bed and found a pair of light pink fluffy socks to put over my cold feet, I made my way out of the dark bedroom to search for Niall.

I walked into the kitchen to see a plate of spaghetti Bolognese on it and a note beside it.

"Hey Al, Olli invited me to go out with him and a few lads, I haven't been out in a while so I thought it would be a good idea, I wont be back to late, maybe 12 or 1 but no later than that, I cooked you some dinner so if you're awake and reading this, please eat it (I swear it's actually really good!) Text me if you need anything, I will see you later on love you!"

I took the plate and put it into the microwave for two minutes and thirty seconds, in the time it was in the microwave, I ran into my bedroom, pulled over a pair of black leggings and a maroon colored sweater from PINK, then I changed my pink fluffy socks to plain white ankle socks, I pulled my short hair into a messy bun, which actually didn't look as bad as I thought it would. Then I skipped back into the kitchen to eat my spaghetti, I took out a fork and a knife food so that I could cut the spaghetti into small pieces so that I could eat it with a spoon, only because I haven't quite mastered spaghetti twirling yet. Normal Niall would make me sit at the table but since he wasn't here I took place on the sofa, I sat cross legged, then put a pillow on my legs so my plate could sit at a good eating level, I grabbed the remote and started to flip through the channels, my favourite movie 'Blackfish' was playing on discovery channel so I just stuck with that. I ate the whole plate of spaghetti and watched another half an hour of the movie. After, I put my dishes in the dishwasher and then went to go find my wallet.

I sat on the counter like a small child, looking through my wallet until I found what I needed. I pulled out my fake ID, my alias name is Viola Primrose and obviously I was over 20, I know I don't actually need a fake ID, but sometimes I like using it for fun. I put it into the first slip of my wallet so that it would be easy to find again. I jumped off the counter and went to put my all grey Nikes on and a grey beanie; I grabbed my car keys and started off to my destination. 

  I drove to the liquor store that was around six blocks away from where Niall lives, I used to come here a lot, back in the days were I had a serious drinking problem, I haven't had any sort of strong alcohol since I got better, I had a glass of wine or Champaign every once in a while but that was it, I walked inside, a bell on the door rung.

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