Fate's Identity

Chapter 34

Ally's POV

I rock back and forth, staring at the tiles of the hospital floor. It's only twelve, but the incident happened less than four hours ago. I couldn't be here if I didn't had to fight Simon.

Just after the incident, I got pulled away once more but by Simon this time. He took me a couple feet away from the incident and began to lecture me. "Young lady, what do you think you are doing? Are you mad? Running down to the field to help our neighbor?"

"Simon, he got injured," I said.

"I realize that, but there's no excuse," he said, wagging his finger in front of me. "This is not our problem."

"This is our problem," I rebuttal. "Niall was the one that injured Liam in the first place."

"That is between them," Simon says.

"You're not listening," I said.

"If it means that much to you, then you can make sure he's alright at the hospital. I trust that you don't have any affections for the boy to do so, and it's only for family purposes,"

I nod my head, going with whatever. Now I'm out here, waiting for the doctor. I pray everything goes well.

I lean back against the wall and touch the red gem on the necklace he bought me. I hold the gem tightly. I pray on the necklace in hopes that Liam will be alright. I lift the gem up and look at its shimmery glow.

The doors open, and I stand up. "How is he, Doctor?"

"Better," he answers, settling his clipboard down. "He's quite lucky. If he had a harder hit, he could have lost all of his memories. Amnesia is a more rare than usual consequence. He's also got some scrapes on his knees but no serious damage. The nurses already cleaned up the wounds. Your boyfriend is healthy."

"Thank you so much," I said. "I appreciate it."

"You can enter, but he's still resting, so don't wake him," he says. I nod my head. He smiles and walks off.

I enter the room and see Liam sleeping soundly. A weight lifts off my shoulders. I stand beside him and observe him sleeping. A smile forms on my lips, noticing how cute he is when he's sleeping. I pull up a chair and sit beside him. I rest my elbows on the edge of the mattress.

My eyes look around the room, seeing how everything was setup. The last time I was here, my mother was sick. I couldn't recall much, but I remember I would bring her get well cards because I thought she had the flu. I thought my get well cards and my support for her helped her health, and it did for a moment until she fell ill again. My dad was never really around except when she came home. Simon would always take me to see her.

Those were the bittersweet memories I cherish.

And now I'm back here again with Liam. I'm still trying to figure out why I grew jealous. I have nothing to worry about, yet here I am, trying to figure it out. Liam and I have evolved, and I guess, I'm getting to a place where I'm too comfortable. Maybe I'm not. I would hope to figure it out soon.

I gaze at Liam, enjoying the fact that nothing serious happened to him. I touch his tattooed arm, and immediate tears appear in my eyes. My voice shakes as chills run down my spine. I take his hand and lock our fingers. I do not why, but I feel terrified.

I mean, what if Liam wasn't okay? What if something happened to him?

Ally, I think you're getting a little too carried away.

Maybe I am, but I don't want to imagine a time where Liam isn't himself. The doctor said he could have had amnesia, and I would have lost him like that. He wouldn't recognize me. He wouldn't know me. And I'm already scared thinking about that.

My head sinks down to the mattress, and I stare at him as my eyes heavies. I feel myself lost in my thoughts, and soon, I drift off...
—
I open my eyes and lift my head. Immediately, my eyes meet Liam's. A smile was plastered on his face. "Morning, sunshine," he speaks.

My heart melts, seeing his joy. I return the smile and ask, "How long have you been awake?"

"A couple minutes ago," he answers.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I ask.

"I wanted to watch you sleep," he says, and I blush.

"Are you thirsty?" I ask.

"A little bit," he answers. I begin to turn, but he touches my shoulder. I face him, and he speaks softly, "I can get it myself."

I smile and shake my head. "It's alright. I'm more than happy to do it," I reply. I stand up and drag his arm with me. I look down at our intertwined hands. I had forgotten about that. My cheeks burn red, and I release my hold on him.

I walk over to the table and pour a cup of water from the pitcher. I walk back to him and said, "There you go." I hand him the cup, but I did not let go of it. I help him lean forward slowly, and he slowly takes a sip of water. He swallows  the entire cup with one sip, making me astonish. He must be really thirsty.

I set the cup on the table beside me and turn back to him. "Shouldn't you be at school?" He asks me.

"I rather be here and take care of you," I reply. "You took a nasty fall."

"I guess I did," he says.

"I will make sure Niall apologize to you," I tell him.

He shakes his head. "You don't have to force him into something he doesn't want to do. He doesn't like me enough. If you get more involve, things will only get worse."

I crease my brow, amazed. "How are you so calm about it?"

"I think you know why," he says, looking into my eyes deeply. He was correct. I don't like confrontation that much. And he, similarly, would rather take the punch than to fight.

"Just... don't prioritize me before you," he says, and to be honest, how can I? He's so humble and a genuine gentleman. And that only brings me back to a brief conclusion.

It's a conversation that's been appearing in my head. "Liam, do you think...I've noticed a pattern going on with Niall, and it scares me to say this, but he doesn't want us to be together. And I tried to tell myself that his opinion doesn't matter, but then I look at you and your condition and what could have happened to you and what might possibly happen to you, and I'm terrified. I'm terrified that you will be harm because of me, and I can't stand seeing you in pain. Not for me. Not from Niall." His eyebrows crease, looking like he has no clue about what I'm leading to, but I know that he knows that very well. "I think we should take a break."

His expression sulks along with his eyes. My beating heart plays the guilty card on me once more.

"Ally," he begins, pausing for a moment. His eyes meets mine. "I think we can make it work. I know we can. Nothing is going to stop me from seeing you. I will always be with you. Even with my dead body—"

"Don't say that," I interrupt, feeling out of breath. "Please."

He clears his throat and replies, "Then answer me. I only want to know this one little answer: Do you still want me?"

With no hesitation, I answer, "Of course. No doubt, but—"

"The only thing that's holding us off are the things that we let get in the way," he says.

He was correct. I can't truly be happy if I let all the insecurities and fears get in the way. I have to know what I want and aim for it.

"We can try again," I said, smiling.

His lips form a smile as well. "I'm glad to hear it, but—" I roll my eyes playfully. He was beginning to tease me with my own words, and I knew it. I silence him with the crashing of my lips onto his. He pushes back, running his hand behind my neck that eventually trails through my hair. My entire body feels like it was floating in the air. A moan escapes his lips after what felt like hours. The sparks that ignited in my stomach ease once I part my lips from him.

He blinks a couple of times, seeming to be lost. I chuckle lightly and rest my hands on his arm. "Does that confirm it for you?" I ask.

"Now it does," he says, smiling back. I squeeze his arm a little as we exchange a small yet peaceful gaze.