The Unextraordinary Life of Alexandra Jane (Editing)

Chapter Thirty-Six: Driving

“Yeah” She laughs “Where are you headed?” she asks picking up my fallen phone and water bottle

I take my phone and smile in appreciation

“New York, what about you” 

We continue to walk towards the far end of the airport where I’m sure my gate awaits 

“Oh that’s cool! I’m heading to phoenix, my whole family is expecting me for Christmas. Are you waiting on Harry?”

My heart leaps at the sound of his name rolling off her tongue

“Um, no, not really” I say 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I just thought-“

“Flight 302 leaving to Phoenix, now boarding”

“Well that’s my flight, It was nice seeing you Alex.” Rosalyn hugs me quickly and turns to walk towards her gate. I watch her until she’s out of sight and let out a breath

I dial my moms phone number, guess I’ll let her know I’m gonna be an hour late. 

Harry’s POV

I wipe the blood from chin  with the palm of my hand and pull my arm back.

Another bone crunching sound is heard as my fist connects to his jaw, my knuckles, now split ooze crimson. 

I watch Louis stumble back from the impact and fall 

“Get up!” I scream, all I see is red

He begins to cough a few times, spitting blood onto the concrete

“Get up you piece of shit!” I yell again

“Is that all you have? She finally did it, didn’t she” His tone condescending as he pushes himself off the ground

My fingernails dig into my palms

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know anything” I say through gritted teeth to keep from yelling

“You’re just mad, you’re angry at me. Why? Because I was right, because you’re alone and you’re taking it out on me Styles”

Louis spits, a drop of blood sliding down the corner of his mouth. 

I feel my cheek getting swollen from the first couple of hits Louis got on me. 

“That’s how I felt, hell, that’s how I feel Styles. Every fucking day! Alexandra has fucking left you but you still know she's okay, you know she’s breathing and her eyes still hold light! You still fucking know she’s alive, gone and away from you but alive. I don’t have that, I can’t imagine what she could be doing right now, I can’t look her up on yellow pages or ask around to see how she’s been, She’s dead! Fucking six feet under and It’s your fault!” 

Louis pushes my body to the ground and I fall back bringing him with me. He wraps his hands around my throat and I instantly feel the pressure build in my chest

I gasp for oxygen but only get small slivers in return

“She doesn’t want you Harry, She will never fucking want you. She wouldn’t have left if she did!”

I feel the tears begin to form but shake my head at myself, I won’t let him see me fucking cry 

With as much force as I can manage I move my fist and slide it across his face, making him loosen his grip for a second

I take the chance to slip from underneath him and push him back. 

He cups his now bleeding nose and lays back flat, I take the opportunity to climb on top of him, straddling his waist I begin to pound my fists into his face.

His head whips from left to right with each blow, blood now covering my entire hand, spews from his mouth and ears. He doesn’t fight back he just pushes his hands against my chest, taking each punch. 

My phone begins to buzz in my pocket and I instantly freeze

Could it be

I stand up and take the phone from my pocket

“Hello? Alex? Is it-“ My voice sounding distressed 

“Harry, It’s Rosalyn” 

“Rosalyn I don’t have fucking time-“ 

“I saw Alex at the airport, I bumped into her and I picked up her phone and saw sixteen missed calls from you, is everything oka-”

“Which airport” I climb on my bike and kick start it on 

“O’Hare International, her flight leaves in twenty minutes to New york because it was del-”

I click the phone off and begin to drive, desperately hoping I get there in time