Savior // Harry Styles

Chapter 3

I slowly fluttered my eyes open and lifted my head out of the wet snow. Forcing myself to breath correctly, I looked at my hand that was an unhealthy pale color.

I didn't feel like I was there. It seemed like my body didn't exsist I was so numb. With the little strength I had, I planted my hand on the ground and pushed up, rolling onto my back. Basically gasping for air, I stared silently at the starry sky, hoping, praying that my mother wasn't actually gone and she was actually at home with little Maryanna and Chris.

But I knew she wasn't.

Somehow, false hope always helped. It made me feel better to think that everything was fine, only to hurt worse in the end.

"Hello?" a voice called quietly from behind me.

I leaned my head back and blinked away the snowflakes.

"What are you doing?" the person said again and heavy footsteps bounded toward me.

Zayn leaned down next to me and gasped, pulling me up and holding me into his chest. I put my hand on his chest and buried my face into his warm, wool jacket.

"Alexandria, it's freezing cold out here! What are you doing?" he said, smoothing out my hair.

I tried to speak, but nothing came out. He looked around and stood up, carrying me bridal style toward his house. I kept my face buried in his chest as we approached the front door.

He pounded against the door and rushed me to the fireplace. After he laid me on the couch and covered me with a blanket, he went to the kitchen to make me tea.

My body started to feel like it was there again as Zayn brought the warm mug if tea to my lips. I drank most of the beverage and Zayn set in on the floor beside me. He tucked the blanket around me and wiped the hair out of my face.

"What happened?..." he asked quietly.

I cleared my throat, "My mother..." I said with a hoarse voice.

"What about your mother?" he asked again.

"S-she had to go to the Capital for a job. She took C-Chris and Maryanna with her."

He gave me a sad looked and pulled me into a hug, "I'm so sorry, Alex..."

"It's not your fault. Don't be." I said and laid down again.

Zayn bit the inside of his lip and stood back up. I watched him as he patted my arm and walked back to his room.

Staring blankly at the fireplace, I thought of what to do next. I couldn't just go to the Capital as a poor Old Illinois girl with no family; I needed someone to go with me. The problem was I didn't know anyone to help me get there, how to get there, or what I needed to go.

This is stupid. You won't find your mom. Just suck it up and deal with the fact she's gone and you'll never see her again, my subconcious told me.

Silently, tears rolled down my cheeks. My mind was right. I was never going to see my family again and I needed to stop being a baby. I grabbed the mug of tea and drank the rest of it, closing my eyes and drifting off the to sleep.

~Nighttime: 1:12 am~

"Momma! Where are you?! Mother?!" I yelled as I roamed the woods.

I heard someone call my name and footsteps surround me. I smiled as my mother, Maryanna, and Chris stood in front of me, smiling back at me. They looked great, except Maryanna wasn't a baby anymore. She looked 10. Chris was a tall, blonde-haired young man as she rested his hand on my old mother's shoulder.