Alices P.O.V
I couldn't sleep, I had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours. Harry had begun to scare me now with his abrupt anger bombs and his outbursts. I still trusted him with all my heart though, I could still tell him anything and everything because he was there for me. And I know that ever since I have come into his life I have caused him nothing but trouble and pain. But I think I also felt something for him, something I vowed never to feel again and I was feeling it, its so terrifying. And when I see his cute little childish face, his blessed chestnut curls and his piercing emerald orbs, all that fear is taken away and replaced by adoration.
But then there's Louis, who is a whole different matter. He is confusing, first he acts like he can't bare to look at me and the next minute he is trying to protect me from harry. Louis has been the only person im not able to read easily, or at all for that whole matter. He is guarded, enough so that even his eyes display no emotion and his expression is forever frozen in a hard mask. His eyes are the darkest shade of blue I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing, but they are not a beautiful, cooling blue. They are are a scary, evil and dull blue, which I believe were once soft and bright. His jaw line is twice as sharp as Harrys and his feminine features and sharp face cut make him look fiery and angry. Maybe if he had curls like harry he would look kinder but he doesn't. His hair is almost black and straight as can be. They are incredibly thick, dark locks which cascade hauntingly past his ears and stop in a sharp cut as they touch his shoulders. Every time I see him his hair is styled into a perfect quiff, positioned exactly in the middle but today when he burst through the hospital door it was down, the long locks covering his furrowed eyebrows making it difficult for me too see whether or not he was angry.
I was thankful though for when he would protect me from harrys violence, I mean, I know he'll never hurt me but you can never be too sure with harry. All these thoughts were swarming around in my head and the time was now 4:03. That's when the hospital rooms door creaked open and in he came, tall and muscular, dark and scary. I sat up immediately and he stepped closer, for the first time his head wasn't held high, it was pointed down towards the floor and I wanted ever so desperately to know what he was thinking.
He walked over so he was standing right next to my bed and then sat down. He took hold of my arm and pulled into his lap, his navy eyes met mine for a split second and for the first tine, they were filled with emotion. He looked down at my now unbandaged arm and pulled back the sleeve, showing all the deep and still throbbing scars. As he lay his eyes on them, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes softened. He gently traced his fingers along my scars and after what felt like a few minutes I felt a warm drop of wetness land on my arm.
He lifted his face up just enough for me to see that his cheeks were wet with tears. I reached my hand out and gently push the straight, dark locks out of his eyes and he shivered, releasing my arm and stomping out the door, slamming it behind him.
Okay, what was that about?
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