sweet as sugar, cold as ice

Chapter 25

Alex's pov

"W... What?" I stuttered, she just looked at me "I- I don't believe you" I practically whispered, why? What did she have against Alfie?
"Well you should, because it was all me, everything, I didn't mean to do it, it, it just happened..." She trailed off.
"Wait a minute? So all of this time it was you, and you let everybody think it was Harry!" I shouted "so, who cares it's Harry, he would get away with murder" she muttered "no Gillian! You got away with murder, nobody else!"
"Your a murderer..." I whispered backing away a bit "don't say that" she snapped "why not, it's true, you are a murderer"
"Don't say that!" She shouted covering her ears. "Gillian, I- I think you need help..." I trailed off "no. I do not need help from you, or anybody else, okay!" She shouted.
I decided to leave the room. I could not believe this, I just couldn't.

Molly's pov

"Hey Nicole!" I shouted as I walked into the room she was in. "Hey Molly" she smiled "why didn't you come sooner?" She asked "Nicole, I was in the ambulance with you, and I was here before you woke up" I chuckled "oh" she replied laughing along.
"Do you remember anything, anything at all?" I asked nervously "no" she replied shaking her head "it's weird though, because it's like it's all there, in my head, but I just can't put my finger on it" she sighed, I felt bad doing this now, Louis asked me too though.
"I think I know what happened" I told her "what? What happened" she sat up "well... I knocked on your door, and I heard you start to come down the stairs, then there was a scream and a loud thud. I shouted your name through the letter box but you didn't answer, so I kicked the door until it opened, and there you were lying on the floor next to the stairs, passed out. So I called an ambulance. You must have just fallen down the stairs" I faked a laugh "oh, well that explains things" she laughed along with me.

Harry's pov

Alex came back through, looking quite pale, despite her bruises on her face. She sat down in between Niall and I.
I still don't feel to comfortable with Alex being around Niall after, the whole shooting thing.
She sat down and put her feet up on the couch. "You okay?" I asked "uh, y-yeah, why wouldn't I be" "because since,you went in there with Gillian, you look well I don't know, shocked?" I suggested "shocked? No I'm fine" she answered.

Alex's pov

"So, what happened to you?" Niall asked "what?" I replied "well, your kind of covered in bruises and stuff" he looked at me.
It was weird because, Niall reminded me of Ben, he had the same eyes as him, and Ben was Irish too. But Ben's gone, he's dead.
"You don't need to answer him, Alex" Harry chipped in "she can speak for herself, Harry" Niall argued back "she doesn't need to answer questions about her personal life too anybody, especially you" Harry snapped "what's that supposed to mean?!" Niall stood up, Harry following "it means, she shouldn't even fucking be around you, not since it was your fault she nearly died!" Harry shouted close to Nialls face "well, if you and Zayn don't always team up, I would have fucking known where you all were!"

Nialls pov

"So, your jealous of me and Zayn, this is what this is about?!" I had, had enough of Harry, he couldn't say anything else because my fist met his face, bursting his nose. Alex screamed. He wasted no time on hitting me back though, he hit me and I fell to the ground I stood back up and hit him again.

Alex's pov

"Stop!" I screamed trying to brake it up. But they weren't listening. "Just stop." I said quietly, and a tear streamed down my cheek.
Harry turned and sat back down, "sorry" he said "sorry" Niall also apologised. But they don't realise, Niall reminds me that much of Ben that it's been making me think of him for a while, and truth is I miss him, you've no idea how much I really do, he was always there for me, obviously not anymore.

Nialls pov

I didn't mean to start fighting with Harry, I know Alex hates it when people fight.
Alex keeps herself so distant from me, she tells me nothing, it's because she thinks she doesn't know me well enough, or that I don't know her well enough.
But she has no idea how well I really know her...