Only Love Can Kill Me... (A One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 35 - On Top of The World

                 She did care for me, more than just ‘genuine worry’.

                Maybe I could tell her I cared too. More than just genuine care.

                Maybe I could tell her tonight under the stars. A romantic candlelight dinner? Alright, we might not have candlelight…or dinner…but I’ll think of something. I smiled gingerly.

                I carried the thought of it as I stepped through the door.

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Chapter 35 – On Top of the World

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"So then, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Today has enough trouble of its own." - Matthew 6:34

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[Isla’s POV]

                The cave lit up with the light of a thousand fireflies.

                Home. Wow, it had been ages. So many memories that I would not reminisce right this moment.

                My throat was begging for it, had been for weeks, so I literally ran towards the bloody-stalc, scooped a bowlful from the stone basin, and drank. And drank until it was empty. I carelessly threw the encyke on the table while my other hand scooped another bowlful and I drank a second round, and a third, and finally a fourth. Never had I ever swallowed so quickly in my life.

                I felt bloated. But it was worthwhile.

                I let out a sigh of relief, slamming down the bowl to its rightful place. I watched as the plump stone stalactite dripped droplets of red into the waist high basin, drop per drop, slowly taking its time to fill it up. Drip…drip…drip…as my tongue found the stray droplets of blood on my lips.

                Weeks. It had been weeks since I last drank. Thank the war for bloody-stalcs. For the love of blood, thank the war.

                Blood. Tastes. Superb.

                The guys filed in through the mini-portal and immediately awe struck them. They were like tourists, mouths open and swallowing every detail of the cave as their heads turned slowly in adulation. For a rock structure. Yeah, okay.

                I raised both hands by my sides, genuinely content.

                “Anyone up for a drink?”

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[Harry’s POV]

                “That cranberry juice?”

                “Course not, it’s blood. Why in all the realms would I have my own personal supply of cranberry juice?”

                “Blood,” Niall said, tasting the word in his mouth. He visibly paled, eyes turning light purple.

                “You’ve had some of your own too.”

                “No I didn’t.”

                “Remember the bowl of red- ohh,” Isla lit up with realization, “you think that was some juice?”

                Niall looked like he was about to vomit. “Please tell me I didn’t drink some animal’s blood.”