Alyssa's Point of View

The day was continuing on slowly as I waited to be released. I went through plenty of tests; MRIs to check for head injuries and X-rays to make sure all of my bones were as good as they could be considering the circumstances. My new friends stopped by to say hi which I was thankful for. With Marilyn gone I don't know what I'd do without them. They brought balloons and cards and even brought me magazines and the Christmas cookies we made last night.

When my parents stopped by around two we talked for a while and I stayed civil. I really do feel awful that this is where I'm spending Christmas Eve. Thankfully I should be released within the next few hours. I'm not sure what's taken so long, Liam has already left and is on his way to his grandparents house.

"We got your phone back today," my mom handed it to me with a smile, "charged and everything."

I grabbed it from her quickly and smiled, I miss Harry, I need to at least text him. Louis filled him in on what happened but he promised me he wouldn't tell Harry how bad it really was. I don't want him to worry, it's Christmas.

My phone lit up as I turned it on and waited patiently for it to load. Once I opened it I had seven missed calls, three voice mails, and twenty seven texts and almost all of them were from Harry. I may just need my charger again.

"Knock, knock," what I imagined to be a nurse said as she walked in. Her black hair laid on her right shoulder in a fish braid and her dark yet hazel eyes were welcoming. My parents stood and shook her hand, she must be one of the doctors.

"Hello Alyssa, I'm Doctor Sandra and you'll be released soon. I just need to go over some things first," I nodded, anxiously waiting to leave so I could open his texts. She turned her head to my parents and pressed a folder closer to her body, "if you don't mind I'd like to speak with Alyssa for a few moments alone. If that's okay with you Alyssa?"

This feels wrong, so wrong. Things like this are never good, "umm, yeah." I pulled myself up in my bed and set my phone in my lap. My mom and dad both gave me a light peck on my forehead and headed out to wait. The heart monitor next to me proceeded to beep faster indicating my nerves are growing. The doctor smiled and bent down to unplug the cord. I thanked her and waited for whatever she needed to talk to me about.

She carefully placed a pair of glasses on her nose and opened her folder before pulling out what seemed to be a picture. It looked like a scan of some sort, "do I have cancer?!" I blurted quickly. Why would she have a picture and look so uneasy?

"No, no, nothing like that," her Jamaican accent soothed me as I ungripped the sheets on each side of me, "I just have a few questions and you'll be off," I smiled, waiting another few seconds. I feel like I'm a contestant on one of those singing shows where the host holds out to the last second to tell you your fate.

"Now I know Doctor Gloss was with you throughout your visit but we decided it would be best for a female to take over from here."

"I don't mean to be rude but can you just get to the point?" and my tone was far from rude, it's desperate, "I don't need the build up," a faint smiled crossed her face.

"Do you have a boyfriend Alyssa?" I felt a rosy rush through my cheeks, "it's okay, this is doctor-patient confidentiality. Is Liam your boyfriend?"

"What? No," I laughed lightly, "no, he's not my boyfriend."

She leaned her back against the wall across from me. I can't tell if she feels awkward speaking of this or if she's nervous with whatever she's trying to tell me.

"Are you sexually active?"

"What kind of questions are these? Did you think we were having sex while he was taking me home? Liam's my friend and we've never had intercourse of any kind!" my body felt tense as I shouted towards her. My arm began to ache from all of the movement along with my leg which is now in a nice purple cast. This conversation is scaring me--pulling me in different kinds of directions.

"Alyssa, when we took an X-ray of your body we found something. When did you last menstruate?"

"Um, I don't know. It's not regular, it never has been. I guess some time at the beginning of October. But that's normal," my words crashed into each other, what is she trying to say?

Harry's Point of View

"I need to get back Ed, Alyssa's hurt," my clothes had just been unpacked and tidied into my cupboard and now they're being shoved right back in.

"Hazz, didn't your friend say she's okay?" I groaned, why won't anyone listen to me?

"She's not answering her phone! I haven't talked to her since before Christmas! She isn't answering any of my calls and the guys are saying she's been cooped up in her room!" my rant continued on until it turned into a mumble. Ed sat on my bed watching me repack my things. It's around seven in the evening which means Alyssa should be up and awake. It's two in Virginia, two o'clock!

"Your mum isn't going to let you fly back Harry. And what are her parents going to say? They don't know about you guys," his voice was tired, tired of trying to convince me I'm being an idiot. How can he not see something is wrong? She was let out of the hospital on Christmas eve and now it's the twenty-seventh.

I sat next to him and buried my face in my hands, leaning my elbows into my thighs. She's tried so many times to hurt herself and I've always been there to protect her. Now I'm hours and hours away and I can't do anything. I have to wait until January second to fly back. That's too far away for me to handle.

Ed patted my back and stood up, picking my things from the ground, "just leave it Ed. I'll get it in the morning."

"Why don't you come out tonight? It'll be fun ad you can get your mind off of things."

I chuckled at his gesture, "no thanks," he didn't fight it this time and left. It's Christmas time and I can't enjoy the company of my family or friends. All I can think about is Alyssa. Why isn't she answering her phone? Everyone says she's okay, she's just been feeling under the weather. She'd tell me though, she'd tell me if she felt sick.

"Harry, come downstairs love! We're going to play some games!" I wish I could join my mum and our family but I can't. I don't think I should be allowed to do anything, she would've been fine if I never left.

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January 1st

My room doesn't feel so much like my room. I've come accustomed to the White's house that this feels foreign. Most likely because Alyssa isn't a room over but regardless, I miss my other room. The phone continued to ring, it's four in the morning here but only eleven where Alyssa is; it's still twenty-thirteen and I'm sure she's at some New Years party. Maybe she isn't missing me, maybe that's why she hasn't called me. Has she started hanging out with Liam? I flipped on my back as the dial continued; two more times and it'll lead me to voice mail.

"Hey Alyssa, it's me again. I guess I just wanted to say Happy New Years, I love you so much and I'm leaving tomorrow morning to come back. I love you so much and I hope your doing much better, I love you."

I hung up and tried to count the amount of times I've told her 'I love you' over the past week. I don't get it, I just don't.

"Hazza!" Niall shouted through the phone.

"Hey Niall, is Alyssa with you guys?"

"Nahh, she's at home. Doesn't feel like partying," I sighed and got up from my bed. The moon is out and it reminded me of the special night we shared under the stars. Our first few touches, they were so perfect.

"Have you seen her at all? I mean, has she hung out with you guys?" I heard laughter on his end, they're all drunk.

"Nope, haven't seen her. Every time we ask her to hang out she says she's sick. I think she has the flu."

Bullshit, she doesn't have the flu.

"Alright thanks Niall," I hung up, what could possibly be so wrong?

Alyssa's Point of View

My face stayed shoved under the covers. I laid flat on my back with my hands held tightly over my belly. I made sure no light could creep though any part of my room. My balcony door is locked and covered so the moon wasn't showing and I went as far as pressing a towel against my door so the light wouldn't seep in from the hall. I want darkness, complete and utter darkness.

"Alyssa, the balls about to drop."

"I'm not interested mom," my voice is dull, low, and unsteady. What the doctor said, her words echoed in my head over and over. Harry. I can't tell him, I can't tell anyone.

Notes

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