The Darkest Direction

Chapter 4

"That's terrible!" Liam says in shock. I nod in agreement.

"So she'll be staying with us tonight," Harry says, fidgeting with something in his pocket. Liam's eyes light up.

"Sounds like a fine deal, mate," Louis says with glee.

"I think we might leave in a moment, darling," Zayn tells me with a wink.

"Great." I smile and turn to Harry, who takes a breath and then breathes out, how adorable. I just melt when he does that. I gather my papers and walk towards the waiting room window. I look out at the nighttime scene. The sky is dark, no stars. The only thing I can really see is the parts of the parking lot lit by the tall street lamps and the ambulance garage. A transparent image of my face is seen across the glass. My perfectly clear, tan skin unravels in a spiral around my beautiful emerald blue orbs that rest just under my luscious, long, dark eyelashes. And my thin ski jump nose gives such color to my thick, glossy lips. I release my chocolatey dark locks from my hair band and they cascade down my amazing cheekbones and rest perfectly on my tan shoulders. I fix my Valentino designer dress and pull it across my long, slim legs. I stand up to find my reflection once more. I am on ugly midget. I pull out my wallet, hoping I could contribute to gas money on the ride home. Three bucks. Wow! I'm doing good this week. I'm really poor since I have no job, and my rich uncle is never around. I just wish I had a mother who would comfort me and a father who would lend me his love and money when I'm broke. I walk over to the boys and nearly trip on my Gucci heels.

"We're going, ready?" Liam asks.

"Yeah! Let's go." I walk to the door, followed by the boys. We walk down the hall and past a sanitary soap dispenser. I place my hand underneath the sensor and a dollop of soap gathers in my palm.

"Germaphobe," Harry says with a look of disgust. The tears begin to stream.

"You wouldn't understand!" I scream at the top of my lungs. My cheeks are hot and my fists tight.

"Just go!" I yell. I turn around and wait for him to leave. I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Hey, babe." I hear Harry's deep, british voice from behind me. I turn to Harry's beautiful face.

'Yeah?"

"Let's go," he chimes, hovering over me.

"Okay."

"Come on," he hums in reply. I take his hand and walk to the elevator. His long fingers pluck on the button labeled "lobby" like a gazelle dancing on a queen's harp. He reaches into his pocket and plays with the item he was fidgeting with earlier, I can't tell what it is. I look at the screen at the top of the elevator. Level 3...level 2...Lobby. The elevator dings and the doors open. Me and Harry step out and walk to the doors and out into the parking lot. The boys went ahead of us while we were upstairs so they don't see us. They are at the end of parking lot, walking towards a large red bus parked pretty far away. I feel a raindrop on my cheek and wipe it away.

"It looks like it's gonna rain," Harry says, halting in the street and turning to me. I stop walking to turn to him. And as our orbs begin to surge into a connection, rain begins to pour down. We are both immediately soaking wet.

"Alice?"

"Yes?" I reply.

"I have something I've been wanting to do, and I just need to do it. Here and now." Harry looks at his feet.

"Yeah?" I step closer. Harry is silent. He slowly reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small object. He keeps it hidden in his hands as he takes a deep breath. He kneels and looks up at me. He opens his cupped hands and reveals a small black box.

"Marry me, Alice." I can't breathe. He opens the box and shows me the beautiful diamond ring that was hidden inside. I try to speak.

"Ha-Ha-Harry, I-" I stop and step back.

"Yes. Yes, Harry. Yes! Yes I will!" I start to scream and jump up onto him. Harry falls to the concrete and we both laugh. I take the ring from the box and slip it onto my finger. I can't believe it. I'm going to be married, and to the love of my life! I look down at Harry, who's eyes are closed. I stand up and look at him.

"Um Harry..." I get on my knees next to his body. Is he asleep?

"Uh wake up." I stare at him, no response. I lift his head and notice a streak of blood on the side of his forehead. He must've hit his head when I tackled him. I start to panic.

"Harry? Harry?" I shake him ferociously and slap his face.

"Wake up! Harry! Wake up!" I put my finger to his neck to check his pulse. Nothing. There's nothing. I start to strangle him and pound my fists into his stomach.

"Harry! Harry!" I hear a car horn honk. I look up at the one direction tour bus, it's nearing us. I can't believe it, this can't be real. Harry is dead.

How will I tell the boys? How will I tell anyone? They could think it was me who killed him! It was me. I begin to sob.

"No! No! No! This can't be happening! No! This isn't rea-" A hard wind rushes by and crashes into my body. I'm blinded by two large lights. And then I'm hit.