Fallen {H.S}

Chapter 8

Alison's POV

It's me....

I don't know what to say or do. I just look at the picture with my eyes wide open and my mouth forming an O. What the hell is this? Why does he have a picture of me? I turn the picture around to see writing on the back

The first time I met Alison in 1814

I hear Harry walk back into the living room.

"Hey so I couldn't find Kleenex so I brought some-" He stops mid sentence when he realizes what I'm holding. I try and look at Harry but my eyes are glued on the picture. I want to say something but I can't get anything to come out. The words are there but they're stuck at the back of my throat.

"Alison?" He questions, walking closer to me. I don't respond nor do I look at him. What the hell is this?

"A picture.." He states the obvious. He seriously needs to stop doing that.

"I can't help it.." He answers my thoughts again.

"Can you stop fucking doing that?!" I explode and look at him, dropping the picture and pacing around his living room.

"Stop doing what?" He acts stupid.

"Stop fucking reading my mind! How do you even know what I'm thinking? Are you a mind reader or something?!" I continue to yell at him, running my fingers through my hair out of frustration, tugging at the roots again.

"No I'm not a mind reader" He chuckles. Why is he laughing? This is most defiantly not the time to start laughing.

"How?" I don't really know what I'm asking. How does he read my mind? How does he have a picture of me that's from 1814? How do I feel like I've known him?

"How what?" He questions, getting up from the couch and walking towards me. I take a step back when he gets to close.

"How do you have that picture of me?" I find myself saying. I am so confused right now and Harry isn't making anything easier.

"Um, it's a long story" He mumbles.

I open my mouth to say something when I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and I take it out to see that my sister texted me.

Lindsey: Where are you? Did you go home already?

I forgot I have to drive her home.

"I have to go" I quickly walk over to the door and leave.

Harry's POV

"Hey so I couldn't find Kleenex so I brought some-" I stop when I notice what Alison is holding. The fucking picture of her on the train.

Holy fucking shit

I forgot to put the box away. No. No. No. She can't know, especially not now.

"Alison?" I question, trying to get her to drop the picture but she doesn't.

"What the hell is this?" She questions inside her head.

Now I probably have to explain to her what I am and why I can read her mind all over again....

"A picture.." I tell her. Shit I should probably stop doing that..

"He seriously needs needs to stop doing that." She says, again inside her head. My mouth instantly answers her, but my brain hasn't caught up yet.

"I can't help it.." I mumble. Honestly, I try not to read her mind but I can't help it. I have to know what she's thinking and it makes it easier since she doesn't know how guard her thoughts. I don't want her to.

"Stop fucking doing that!" She screams at me and for a second I thought she was going to pull her hair out because she was pulling hard at the roots and pacing around the room. The picture falls from her fingers and I have to fight the urge to pick it up and carefully put it back in the box. I have had that picture for exactly 2 centuries.

"Stop doing what?" I try and act stupid but she sees right through me.

"Stop fucking reading my mind! How do you know what I'm thinking? Are you a mind reader or something?" She continues to yell at me. Why is she getting so worked up about this? It's not that big of a deal.

"No I'm not a mind reader." I laugh at the thought. Okay, well maybe I kind of am but I'm not. I'm something else too, something I don't want to tell her about just yet.

"How?" She questions.

"How what?" I ask

"How do you have that picture of me?" She specifies. I'm surprised she didn't ask about the mind reading thing.

I don't know what to say. I can't just tell her yet. It's too early for her to know. "Um, it's a long story." I decide to say instead of telling her anything, keeping it short and simple.

She was getting ready to say something but her phone buzzed in her pocket. She looked at the text and a frown etched it's way on her flawless face.

"I have to go" She murmured and quickly got her stuff and left.

Alison's POV

The only thing I could think of on the way back to the school was how he didn't deny reading my mind. How can he do that? What is he?

When I arrive at the school I see Lindsey waiting for me in the front and when I pull up I unlock the door so she could get in.

"Where were you?" She asks when she situates herself in the passenger seat.

"Um, I have study hall for my last class so I decided I would go somewhere but I kind of lost track of time, sorry." I replied. She nodded her head and the rest of the ride home was silent, good I needed silence.

We got home in 5 minutes and the first thing I did was went upstairs to my room, opened my laptop, and typed in the search bar in google supernaturals that can read minds.

I saw everything, from vampires to werewolves to fairies but none of them seemed like the right one until I fell upon a category I haven't seen yet and clicked on it.

Angels...