The Tour

Niall and I were outside in a flash, but thankfully, Dad didn’t even notice our hasty return. His back was turned as he knelt down beside Harry.

Harry . . . who had blood running down his mouth and a rib poking out of his chest. He was drenched from the pool, I suppose, but so much blood puddled up around him that I immediately feared the worst.

Niall knelt down beside him, and like the rest of the guys huddled around him, he was crying in a flash. “No! No, don’t do this, Hazza. Breathe.”

Harry couldn’t even respond. The only thing he could do was spit up more blood as he literally drowned in his own blood. The gargled choking noises he made with the splurging heard deep in his chest were something I’m sure everyone heard loud and clear.

Dad looked over at me with a strange glaze over his eyes, something I didn’t understand. “Ev, give him your blood.”

My mouth fell open a little in surprise. “Wh-What?”

“Your unmated blood will bond him to you, and he’ll survive!” he insisted. “I know . . . I know you wanted to bond to Niall, but—”

“N-No, D-Dad, I don’t know if that will work,” I interrupted.

Behind Dad, I could see Niall biting through the skin of his wrist and shoving his wrist against Harry’s mouth. Harry took Niall’s wrist and attempted to drink it, but with his mouth already full of his own blood, it must’ve been hard.

Dad wasn’t even looking at Niall, though. He didn’t see what was going on because he looked confused over at me.

“Ev, I know your blood has that healing property,” he said. “Harry should be able to bond to Niall, who can bond to you.”

Dad . . . wasn’t kidding about the healing property in our blood. Once Harry got Niall’s blood, he was able to drink more and more to the point Niall looked . . . a bit dizzy. I knew he didn’t mind, though, because the more Harry drank, the quicker Harry healed.

I think Dad realized he missed something that had gone on behind him because he immediately turned around to look at Harry, and my entire face twisted into a wince.

Niall, however, looked like a deer in the headlights as Dad put the pieces together.

“Harry . . . your eyes are glowing red,” Dad whispered, and without another word, he stood up and walked right back inside.

I didn’t have to see his expression to know that he was upset, hurt, and angry.

Louis knelt down beside Harry and put one hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?”

“I feel much better,” Harry assured us all. “It . . . worked. Are my eyes really red?”

I looked over and let my own bright red eyes meet his, but I wasn’t really too excited like he was. Yes, Harry and Niall were bonded now, which only made things more complicated since Niall also had to share his blood with Harry, but . . . my dad . . . I had really broken his heart.

And there was nothing I could do to fix it.

Max noticed as my eyes fell down to the ground, and he pulled me into a hug. “Look, Ev, give him some space. You know damn well he’s not gonna talk to you right now, so just say your goodbyes tomorrow morning and call him every day. One day, he’ll talk. Don’t push it, though.”

“I know,” I whispered, and as the words came out, so did a barrage of tears.

I felt Niall’s arms wrap around me as he pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry, Evie.”

“It’s not your fault,” I said, but he probably found it hard to believe. The words came out so dry and empty that I didn’t believe it, even though I knew it was true.

Niall and I mated because of our choice to get carried away . . . if it was a choice?

Actually, I distinctly remember getting back into my mind and still choosing to go through with it . . . so, if anything, it was my fault.

I sighed and rubbed my hands over my eyes. “I . . . think there’s been enough excitement for one night, don’t you guys?”

“Definitely,” Liam agreed. “I say we crash and get ready to fly to London.”

The idea of leaving my dad like this, leaving him behind without any kind of explanation or apology . . . I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

Between now and when we left in the morning, I would have to think of something to try and make things right.

But what could I possibly do?

Notes

The lyrics are from Careful by Paramore.

Sorry it's been so long guys! I meant to update sooner, but I got the flu. I know, flu in the summer? Just my luck, unfortunately.

Either way, here's the short and not too great chapter that explains what happens/depresses me. So hope you enjoy! As much as you can anyways. :P

Let me know what you think! You guys are awesome. :)