Half A Heart

Allyson?

As unbearable as I assumed the plane ride would be, it was actually a great experience. Harry and I chatted for most of the morning, about our lives and why we were heading to London. I learned a lot about his childhood, and his family, and found out that he is actually in a band. Even though he is only a few years older than me, I don't even notice the maturity difference.

"So tell me about your background." He says with a smile.

The only problem is, I don't know anything about my past. If I did would I share it with Harry? He seems like a really nice guy, but I haven't known him longer then 4hours. He might not understand my situation, whatever it may be. But as I glance into those beautiful eyes, I don't need anymore time to think.

The letter isn't hard to find, I kept it in the top of my carry-on, incase something happened to my luggage.

"I woke up in the hospital about a week ago, and my recovery nurse handed this to me. This is all I know." I pass the paper to him, and watch as his eyes move side to side while reading.

His head shoots up and his eyes are watery.

"Do you know what Allyson's last name was?" He chokes.

When I asked the doctor he was very hesitant to tell me anymore then the letter implied, but I pleaded until he cracked.

"Her last name was Thomson." I mumble. Does Harry know her?

The name seems to click with him, and he turns to face the window.

"Do you know what happened to her?" He asks still not facing me.

I don't know the exact details, but I do know that she was a really great friend of mine, which makes me ache for what happened to her.

"My doctor told me she got in an accident, and had to have a severe brain surgery..." I can't finish the sentence.

"And?" This time he looks straight into my eyes, making his tears more definite.

"She..." I can't finish the sentence properly. I don't remember who Allyson Thomson was, but all I can picture is a happy teenage girl, whose life took an abrupt turn.

He stares at me so hopelessly, and his eyes seem to scream for an answer.

"The surgery didn't work. She didn't survive." I choke.

Harry looks to the floor and wipes away his tears slowly. At this moment I know that she was no stranger to him.

"Do you..."

"I was there." He answers my question, before I can finish. "The day of the accident. She got beat up by some classmates, and I just stood there; like a coward."

He pauses for a brief moment and heaves a breath, but then continues. "Allyson was unconscious, so I drove her to her house and called a doctor. He said she was going to be fine, and I honestly felt so relieved."

"She was so beautiful and lively, so full of life. I knew I shouldn't have left her after she woke up, but something told me she would be fine. I guess that wasn't the case." He smiles. But the smile is full of pain, not happiness.

"Harry, I'm sure she would forgive you if she was here today."

He looks directly into my eyes, sending a chill down my spine. "Well, do you forgive me?"

What?

"I don't know what you mean." I point out what is already obvious to him.

He laughs, and mumbles to himself a quick "Never mind."

My mind is buzzing with questions about Allyson, but I am positive this isn't the right time.

I grab my neck pillow out of the seat pocket, and my sleep mask out of my bag, to prepare for a nap. Before I get comfortable, Harry pats the back of my head which triggers a sharp nerve.

I scream and he shoots backwards in fear. Two flight attendants rush to my side, and passengers stare at me confused.

"M'am, are you okay?" A young female flight attendant grabs my hand to check my pulse.

I nod and gulp. "It's just my head" I point to where Harry tapped me, and she whispers to another flight attendant, this one male.

"Have you had a recent brain surgery Miss?" He questions.

"I don't..." I start.

"Yes she has. Just a couple weeks ago actually." Harry cuts in. I look back at him and he gives me a 'trust me' look.

"Is this true?" The female ask me.

I nod. It obviously isn't, and I'm not sure where Harry is going with this, but I decide to go along.

"Ok well be careful, and if you need any assistance, just let us know." They both smile and walk away.

I turn back to Harry but he is listening to music on his phone, and I don't want to disturb him. After convincing myself to let this go, I close my eyes, and fall asleep instantaneously.

Harry P.O.V

I know it's her. There is no doubt in my mind.

It's all making sense to me now. The stitches on her head, the letter, the story about Allyson. The hard part is lying about it.

I can't tell her now, or ever. She wouldn't understand, and I'm not quite sure I understand everything yet.

But I just need to know one thing for sure.

She looks so beautiful sleeping, so calm that I don't want to wake her. But this can't wait any longer.

"Yes?" Her eyes flutter open and she questions me.

"I need to you be honest with me." I say.

She nods and sits up straight adjusting her clothes.

"Is your real name Aaron?"

She pauses but the answer is all I need. "Yes, I think it is."