Chapter 100

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Two weeks later...

I breathe slowly. My whole body has chills rubbing down my spine as I spot him laying down on the bed. His eyes hasn't open since the incident. His state reminded me of the first incident.

I rest myself in the seat beside the bed. The wound on my arm begins to ache, and a groan escapes my lips. I set my hand against it and rub it gently. "Are you alright?" Camila asks.

I shift my eyes on her and Zayn and nod my head. My pain didn't hurt as much as Liam's. Camila and Zayn take a spot on the couch as they observe me. I shift my eyes back on Liam as the pain decreases. I let go of my arm and watch him. I've been watching him for days now. There were hardly any moments where I left him except to go use the bathroom and to eat.

He didn't deserve this. Why did he have to jump in front of the bullet? Why? Liam, you don't have to prove yourself. I came back for you, and I will never leave your side again.

His state just breaks me. His lips were pale while the rest of his body sulks down on the mattress.

My hand reaches for his until I finally got a grasp. I fix our hands together and intertwine our fingers. I rest my cheek on the back of his palm as tears pass my waterline. I quietly sob although I know Camila and Zayn can hear me.

Wake up. Liam. Wake up.

I want to scream it out so that he could hear me. So he could wake up. I hate seeing him like this. If I could go back in time, I wish I never met Troy, even if it meant Liam and I never met.

I jump a little, feeling someone touch my shoulder. I sniff the atmosphere and wipe away the tears. I turn my head and see Camila. "Ally," she begins. "You need to eat something. It's been a couple of hours since you last ate something."

I nod my head, wiping all of my tears away. I release Liam's hand from mine and stand up. Camila and Zayn lead me outside of the room and through the halls.

Three hours later...

"Ally, it's time to go," Camila said. She stands up from the couch along with Zayn.

I shake my head, sitting in the same chair by Liam. "I'm not going," I said.

"You've been watching him for days now," Zayn adds, folding his arms.

I glance back to look at Liam. He hasn't move a single bit. "I want to stay here when he wakes up," I reply.

"He's not going to wake up any second," Zayn responds.

I dart my eyes on the two of them. "I have a feeling he will," I said.

Camila raised her hands up, giving up. "Okay, but just make sure you get something to eat," she tells me. I nod my head. Camila hangs her purse on her shoulder before her hands collide with Zayn's.

I turn back to Liam. I close my eyes, biting my bottom lip. I lean forward, getting a clearer image of him. My lips curve into a smile. I smile because I know that I was lying to them and myself. Liam isn't waking anytime soon. I just wanted to be here with him by myself where no one can watch and listen to my confessions.

I set my hands on his facial hair and stroke it. My whole body vibrated. Even though he couldn't feel anything, I could feel everything. I could feel my heart rising. I could feel his soft touch. His hands intertwined in mine. I could feel the way he caressed my skin. And how much I miss that feeling.

My throat grows a lump, and I clear my throat, beginning to speak, "Hey...even though you can't hear me, I want to tell you this." My mind refreshes to the time when I sent him the messages when he was in the hospital after the first incident. I wanted to do that, but what I was going to confess, I didn't want him to know.

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