Alexandria's Superman

(twenty-eight) memories

(Liam's POV)

I left Ali alone in her room momentarily while she could change and I could grab her a glass of water and an Advil. The amount of crying she'd done surely would result in a headache, whether it be now, in the middle of the night, or not until the morning.

When I returned back to her room, I didn't even think to knock, and I accidentally walked in while her back was still to the door and she changed into a baggy t-shirt.

My baggy t-shirt that wasn't actually baggy when it was on me.

"Hi, beautiful, I brought you some water and medicine." I gently placed the glass and the medicine bottle down onto her bedside table for easy access whenever she may need it.

"Can you help me take this necklace off?" She scooped her hair to the side so I had easier access to the back of her neck to undo the necklace band.

I gulped as my hand trailed down her neck until it came across the clasp that I undid. The necklace fell into my hand, and I handed it over to Ali.

She drops the necklace down onto her tall dresser and tiredly walks over to her bed to crawl under the covers to make herself comfortable.

Her back was to me, but when I assumed she was sleeping, I stood up to leave. Not that I wanted to, but because I don't know if she necessarily wants me to stay.

But her figure that I thought was sleeping flipped around instantly and grabbed ahold of my elbow.

"You said you'd never leave," she murmured, her fragile blue eyes boring into mine. It's an emotion that I've never seen present in her eyes until now. It absolutely broke my heart seeing her in so much pain.

"I won't," I took a seat next to her bed again.

"Lay with me," she reached out for my hand and tugged at it, an ever-so-small smile playing on her lips.

I chuckled softly at her childlike antics and pulled my plain red t-shirt over my head.

It reminds me of the day we met when she was drunk and acting like such a child. She was hurting that night about her breakup with that douche, Chad. She told me all about him - I don't even know the guy, and I don't like him. He had the perfect girl and didn't know how to treat her.

At leisurely pace, in case she wanted to change her mind, I crawled under the covers with her. She never objected, though, thankfully.

I've missed spending the night with her. Well, I have just missed her in general - there's not a single thing I didn't miss about her, not a single thing that I don't love about her.

She's perfect to me. To me, she is flawless. Even her flaws are flawless.

Ali fell asleep, snuggled up against my chest, but she didn't stop shaking even in her sleep.

I'm worried about her.

Tonight couldn't have been easy for her to experience. Imagine if I hadn't shown up when I did, what could've happened. Or if Taylor never showed up. I don't even want to imagine it, but the thoughts are already inside my head.

Not only could he have sexually harassed her more than he already had, but he could've hurt her. He had a gun.

I try to shake the thoughts out of my mind.

He's locked up now, alongside his partner, and Taylor and I saved her before anything could've escalated any further.

Regardless of how tired I was, sleeping seemed unrealistic while Ali continued to shake in her sleep.