Fallen {H.S}

Chapter 14

Alison's POV

I walked down the stairs quietly, wanting to scare Harry. I took a fast shower because I only washed my hair and body. I wanted to hurry up so I could see Harry again. I tip toed and looked over the edge of the wall. Harry was murmuring the words to the song that was playing, not knowing I was here, so being the nosy person I am, I listened and I must say. Harry is a really good singer.

"I'd catch a grenade for ya

Throw my hand on a blade for ya

I'd jump in front of a train for ya

You know I'd do anything for ya

Oh, I would go through all this pain

Take a bullet straight through the brain

Yes, I would die for you, baby"

I was about to jump out and scare him when I hear him continue talking.

"I would die for you, Alison, because I love you. I've never stopped." He mumbles, not wanting to be too loud, but it's enough for me to hear him clearly.

"What?" I whisper, barely audible, but it's enough to get Harry's attention. I didn't mean to say anything but I couldn't stop the word from tumbling from my lips.

Harry loves me? Harry. Loves. Me. How? We barely even know each other. What does he mean he never stopped? I get snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a plate crash and Harry slowly turning around and looking at me.

"Did you hear that?" Harry asks for verification. I nod, not trusting my voice at the moment. Harry actually loves me. I can't get that thought threw my head. But how? I'm so confused right now.

"Okay I know how weird this sounds. I know your really confused right now but I can explain" He assured, moving closer and me taking a step back. "How? What do you mean that 'you have always loved and me you never stopped?' How Harry? What is it? Wait better yet, what are you?" I blurted. I don't know why I'm getting so angry. I sigh and put my towel on the kitchen table and sit down on a chair. Harry moving to sit across from me.

"Okay actually I brought something." Harry said, digging in his pocket and taking out the picture I found in his house, and handing it to me.

Harry's POV

I had a feeling I would need the picture so I brought it just in case and here I am getting it from my pocket. I hope she won't hate me. I grasped the picture and handed it to her. "Be careful with it. It's really old and special to me" I blurted, causing her to roll her eyes but she carefully picked it up, looking at it.

She sighed and put the picture down. "What is this Harry? Why do you have a picture of me?"

I took a deep breath and decided that, no matter what happens, I'm going to tell her everything. Right here. Right now. "Okay well. The first time we met was on a train. I was running away from someone-" I got interrupted by the front door opening and Alison's dad coming into the dinning room.

"Hi sweetie" Her father slightly smiled. I can tell he has been crying a lot because his eyes are red and really, really puffy. I could tell that Alison was getting frustrated because whenever we talk about this subject someone or something interrupts us, but that quickly changed to sadness once she sees her father.

Her lips curve into a sad smile before she replies, "Hi daddy"

"I'm going to go take a shower then go to bed because I'm really tired right now." He explained and left the room once Alison nodded her head. "C'mon let's go to my room so we can have privacy." She grumbled, getting up from the table and walking upstairs, me following suit.