Chapter Seven

                                    

                                          
The sun is lighting up the room, waking me from my deep sleep. I open my eyes slowly letting them get used to the bright light from the sun, and panic for a second forgetting that Louis slept here last night. His breath is heavy, showing that he is still sound asleep. His back is turned towards me only giving me a view of his messy brown hair.
                          
I decide to get dressed and get something to eat, so I push the covers off me and stand up. I quietly make my way over to the dresser, making sure not to wake Louis. I find one of the jeans I brought, and a t-shirt, and put them on. 
                          
When I am dressed I walk over to the door.  I was just about to turn the handle when the memories of yesterday come rushing back. The girl, she biting me, the way Harry looked at me. Every single thing came back. I let go of the door handle, in case Harry is downstairs. I'm not ready to be alone with him yet. So I walk over to the window and sit down on the bench under it, enjoying the view as I wait for Louis to wake up.
                          
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Half an hour has gone by and Louis is still sleeping. After everything that happened yesterday, I don't want to take any rest away from him. However as I look out of the window I hear him whisper a name, but I can't hear it clearly. So I move over to the bed and sit down beside him in case he says it again, and he does. "Alexandra." The name rolls of his though easily showing me that this is not the first time he has said this name. Who is she? Is she his sister? Maybe his girlfriend even? He says the name with far too much emotion for her to only be a friend to him.
                          
I walk back over to the bench since he got quiet after that. I notice a brush sticking out from my back so I walk over to get it before making my way back to the bench. As I am taking in the view I brush over my hair, letting the brush linger in my hair, taking my time with brushing it hoping to kill some time.
                          
It doesn't take long after that before I hear Louis starting to wake up. Before I can manage to turn around and look at him I can hear a tired voice saying "Good morning." I notice the darkness mixed in his voice, being much darker then I remember from yesterday. Obviously, his sleep has taken an effect on his voice, but I'm not complaining. I finally turn around to see him already facing me. "Good morning," I say in return giving him a smile.
                          
I want to ask about Alexandra, but I don't want to push that on him this early in the morning either. It has been on my mind ever since her name left his mouth. I decide to let my curiosity take over and ask anyway. "Who is Alexandra?"
                          
His eyes widen slightly in surprise by the mention of her name, probably wondering how I know it. "Why are you wondering?" He asked seeming careful with his words, spiking my curiosity even more.
                          
"You said her name earlier"
                          
He looked more understanding as to why I knew the name and relaxed slightly. "Just a girl," He says while sitting up on the bed.
                          
"Really? Didn't sound like just a girl to me." His cheeks turn a vague color of red and look down suddenly finding the cover very interesting. He obviously has a crush on this girl, but then why did he say yesterday that there is no one back there for him. Then I remember the girl that bit me, and how he was there watching her. Since she is here is that what he meant with no one being back there for him? Because she is already here. "It was her, wasn't it? The girl that bit me, that's Alexandra?"
                          
His head snaps up in my direction, but his eyes dart away in regret. Not regret of his actions but hers. He nods his head in confirmation, and I turn quiet. Yes, she hurt me, but I can't imagine how hurt he must have been, how hurt he is. He must obviously have feelings for her, maybe they are in love, I don't know their story, but I can't imagine how he feels seeing someone you have such strong feeling for doing something so ruthless. That's why he felt obligated to save me, to make sure she didn't kill someone, keeping her conches as clear as possible. So instead of getting angry or panic, I decided to try and understand the situation from their side. "Why? Why did she do it?"