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Harley's POV

I've been getting a lot of those pounding headaches. The kind that mainly causes you nausea after a while. However, this pain was unmatched. The pain was drilling into my head constantly. The image of a powerful witch digging her long fingernail into my brain filled my thoughts.

However, it was dark. Everything was dark. I could feel my body and move my limbs, but it was dark. I felt trapped inside my own body. I spoke out loud, but no one answered. My throat felt dry and hoarse. A ball of pain was pressed against the roof of my mouth. Where was I? It hurt to think, but I needed to know what happened. The last thing I remembered was hearing heavy shoes smacking against the floor at Avery's house. No one's face came into view.

I waited for him. Did he come? Where was I right now? Where was he?

Those questions echoed in my head for a while until my voice dispersed, and all noise seized to exist. After that, the only thing I could hear was the constant sound of my brain pounded against my skull.

My skin felt like it was melting off. It was so hot. Humidity trapped me in a capsule of heat. My limbs were beginning to perspire. I had to get out of here. I had to wake up. I was feeling more and more trapped by the second. Wake up, Harley. Wake up. Get up!

Voices chanted for me eagerly.

"I can't do it," I replied. The heat was starting to eat me alive. I had to try harder.

Suddenly a dark velvety voice spoke.

Wake up, Princesa

That deliciously bone-chilling voice that I missed. Xander was waiting for me to wake up.

You can do it, Princesa. I know you can.

I can do it. That's what I needed.

I need you, Harley. Wake up.

I had to get up right now. I had to keep trying until it happened. Xander needed me, and I needed him.

"She's waking up." Another voice spoke, but I heard it outside my body. I didn't hear the voice inside me anymore. "Push 2 mg of morphine-" the voice spoke. A doctor. It was a so doctor talking. I must be in a hospital. I can hear the peeping of the machines now. Soon enough, I could see. My lids fluttered open, hitting the bottom of my eyebrow. My eyes burned for a moment as they adjusted to the harsh light of the room. The curtains on the large panel window were drawn, making it harder for me to adapt. Unexpectedly, I hissed in discomfort. The room was a pasty tan color; the furniture complimented the awful color well. My body was wrapped in a white knitted blanket.

"Nice to see you awake, Mrs. Sanchez." That monotone voice said again. I moved my eyes until they finally fell on to the owner of the voice. He was a tall man in his late 50s; his coffee-stained teeth showed through his smile, and his hands carefully clenched a clipboard.

"I-it's Harley." I heard myself say. My throat was drier than a desert. It felt like claws were scraping against the walls of my windpipe.

"Yes, well, Harley." He chuckled humorlessly at my response. "Glad to see you up and responsive it's a wonderful sight-" he said enthusiastically, but I didn't hear anything he said.

"Where is Xander?" I asked. Fuck, they don't know his name. "W-where is-"

"Oh, Mr. Sanchez?" He interrupted.

"W-where is he?" I croaked. "I nee-need my phone." I started to move around, patting the covers and the table next to me to try and feel for my phone. I can call him. He'll come to me. He said he needed me. My movements were restricted by the tubes attached to my chest and arm. Fuck.

"Calm down, darling. He is being taken care of very well. Don't worry. You can go see him as soon as you're able." He flashed me another toothy smile. But, despite his cheery attitude, my face still morphed into confusion.

"W-w-what do you mean he is being taken care of?" I unintentionally barked.

"Oh-I didn't know you weren't aware, miss." His cheery attitude seized.

"W-what? What happened to him?" I stood up from the bed, yanking all the tubes and cords with me in the process. I'm sure I was acting psychotic, but I didn't care. "Tell me!" I barked. My head pounded even more now. I wanted to wince and lay back down, but I couldn't, and I wouldn't.

"Ms. Harley, you're going to get yourself more hurt. The staples in the head could come undone. Please lay back down." The doctor urged me quietly.

The staples in my head? I moved around my scalp, carefully waiting to feel the clunky mental staples protruding out of my head. Finally, my fingers feel on a row of gaudy stiff rectangular staples. I brushed over them lightly. Now I remember. When Daniel threw me against the way, he must've done more damage than I thought. It didn't hurt, but I didn't apply a lot of pressure for fear they might pop out. Thankfully my hair covered them. So what happened to Xander? My hands went up to my head.

"No- I have to see him." I grabbed the colorful wires sprayed all over my chest out from under my hospital gown. The cold alcohol scented air filmed my nostril when I removed the oxygen, and the breeze brushed against my legs when I swung them over the bed.

"Miss, please stop-" the doctor held up his hands in caution, but it was too late. I had yanked the IV out of my arms along with the rest of the tubes on me. Machines around me blared as I stepped down from the bed. My head was screaming at me not to stand up, but the only thing that mattered was I could see, and I could walk. "You have to stop now; this is not a good idea-" the doctor ran after me.

I panned my eyes towards all the surrounding hallways. The hall was empty besides a couple of stray nurses writing on clipboards and pushing breathing machines. I didn't know what room he was in, but I'd keep walking until I found it. I didn't have to, though. Before I could break out into a jog, my eyes met with Julian's as he walked down one of the vacant hallways beside me. A cup of coffee in one hand, and he sipped on it slowly.

"Julian." I sighed in relief. Finally, his eyes went down to me. I watched as his orbs widened at the sight of me. His arm dropped to his side, spilling the coffee on the floor, but his pace quicken towards me.

"Harley. Your awake." He sighed.

"Y-yeah." I nodded, trying to catch my breath even though I barely moved.

"What the fuck are you doing out of bed? You look fucking horrible, by the way." He immediately mouthed off. I couldn't help but chuckle a little. It was almost refreshing.

"Ms. Harley! You must come back here!" The doctor called after me. He still hadn't given up, but I wasn't going back not until I saw Xander.

"Where is Xander?" I grabbed Julian's arm quickly.

"She shouldn't be out of bed!" The doctor finally made it to me. I did slightly felt bad for making such an older man run after me.

"She's fine, Doctor. Leave her with me. I'll take her back to her room in a second." Julian grabbed onto my hand and pulled me behind him. His face was stern and final.

"Very well." He nodded.

I was more appreciative than he knew for driving the Doctor away. He would've chased me around the entire hospital.

"Julian," I looked up at him again. "Where is he? Please tell me." I could feel tears crawling up my throat.

"Harley- Xander wouldn't want you walking around so soon-" he began.

"I don't care." I stopped him. "Take me to him," I said.

"Alright." He nodded stiffly and started down the opposite hallway across from us.

"What happened at Avery's house?" I broke the deafening silence.

"It's better if you don't know, Harley." He said, looking straight ahead.

"I want to know, Julian. I deserve to know. I won't let you or Xander or anyone withhold stuff from me anymore." I tried not to hiss.

"I understand." He replied curtly. "I'm sure Xander would agree too." He stopped abruptly at a glass slide door. "He's in here." He said cocking his head, giving me the okay to go inside.

Without saying anything, I slide the door open and stepped inside. The room was identical to mine except for a larger bed in the middle of the room to occupy Xander's large body. My eyes crawled up the bed and landed on his resting form. His shoulder was bandaged up, and a sling carried his arm. Only his bottom half was covered in dark black jeans. His bare tatted chest rose up and down. His five o'clock shadow had grown back thicker and rougher. His piercing eyes bore through mine like always, but now it was different. He looked at me with more emotion than I'd ever seen from him. Henry sat by the window quietly, looking between Xander and me.

"Harley." He spoke. His eyes wide and his chest heaving faster, he charged out of bed. His arm was tucked tightly by his waist, and the bandages showed spots of blood, but he moved like there was no pain. Within a second, he was in front of me. "When did you wake up? Why are you out of bed?" He looked all over my face over and over.

"A little while a-ago," I said.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there with you. How's your head?" He cupped my face. I was mesmerized by his marvelously cut face all over again. I missed him so much—more than I realized.

"I-it's okay." I shook my head, suppressing the tears down my throat, but it was to no avail.

The cold wetness cascaded down my chin. I wasn't completely sure why I was crying. It could've been happiness or sadness, but now that I could breathe easier, I'm sure it was relief. My heart has unclenched just looking at him. I felt admiration. Nothing was supposed to change after I left the estate. I planned on having nothing to do with Xander. I was convinced he was evil. However, I wasn't even sure I was fully convinced.

I squeezed my eyes together. I moved forward to him. "A-are you okay?" I cried. I lifted my hand to his shoulder. So broad and muscular. "W-what happened? I can't remember-" I looked all over his grief-struck face for a sliver of evidence as to what occurred.

"Harley." He spoke again. His hand collapsed over mine, grabbing it firmly. "Are you alright?" And he meant every word wholeheartedly.

"Y-yes." I nodded. "I am." My head still felt like a hammer was pounding on it, but none of that seemed to be affecting me anymore.

"Why didn't you rest a bit longer?" He asked. I don't think he blinked at all in the last two minutes. Her eyes never left mine. "I would've come to see you." He said. His voice was softer and calmer than I'd ever heard it. His harsh, rough tone was no more.

"I didn't want to-to wait. I w-wanted to see you-" I was flustered all over. My body was hot again.

"Stubborn as ever." A gorgeous breath-taking smile played on his lips. My breath hitched for a second.

"Nothing new, right" I muttered in reply.

"Henry. Leave us." Xander said without looking at him.

"Yup," Henry said shortly. Before he exited the room, he came up to me and offered a small hug. "I'm so glad your okay, little bit." He mummers into my ear then exited out of the room, leaving Xander and me in suffocating silence.

We stared back at one another, consuming each other silently.

"Sit, please," Xander spoke. He grabbed my hand in his warm large one and walked towards the bed again. Quietly I planted myself on the edge, and Xander sat beside me. I saw him wince a little when his arm was jutted up.

"Does it hurt a lot? Should I get the nurse?" I asked, planting my hand on top of the wound.

"No, love. I'm okay." He offered a small smile and grasped my hand in his again.

"How'd that happen to you?" I said, looking at the blood bleeding the bandage.

"Daniel." He sighed.

"What happened at Avery's house?" I asked, my forehead frowned. "-and don't lie."

"You don't have to worry about that." He said and wrapped his good arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him. Slightly taken aback, I looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Why is that?" I asked, still looking at him, our faces closer now.

"Lying to you was the stupidest thing I've ever done." His face was now grim.

"O-okay." I urged him to continue since it was apparent that he wasn't done.

"My intentions were never to hurt you. I never meant for any of this to happen, but it did, and I regret all of it more than you can know." He said. "-but you have to know that when I first saw your beautiful face-" he ran his hand along the side of my face ever so gently; chills erupted all over my arms. "I didn't expect to fall so hard so quickly, muñeca. You were so smart, so sweet and kind, so stubborn. It changed everything for me, but it was too late. I never want to be the cause of your tears ever again, love." He wiped the tear that was cascading down my cheek. I shouldn't have been crying, but I could see him for the first time. I could read his emotions. The desperation and pain in his voice. "I'd go to the ends of the earth for you." He said.

"X-Xander." I squeaked.

"-and I love you from the bottom of my heart, Princesa." The intensity increasing in his voice. "I always have and always will. Never doubt it."

Breathless, speechless, and stunned, I just looked up at him. I swallowed to try and moisten my now dry throat. My eyes flickered down to his plump, moist lips, then up to his striking eyes. The past month and a half seemed to flash past my eyes as I looked at him. All the fights, spontaneous conversations, intoxicating atmospheres, and all the things we did for each other-- and it wasn't for not. I loved him—everything about him.

"I love you too." I offered a small smile and bit my lip.

"I would hope so." Xander smiled back, his eyes flickering to my lips then back to my eyes. I did love him. No matter how stupid it might be for me to deep dive into his world, I loved him, and it was too late to go back. I could see the contentment in his eyes. "-but even if you didn't, I'd do everything and anything to earn your love in return. " The last part coming out more hushed than before.

"You know, I was going to leave." I sniffled. "I wanted to take the money you sent my father and leave. But I couldn't imagine it." I chuckled through a soft sob.

"It doesn't matter." A devilish smirk appeared on his lips--his eyes turning dark. He lowered his head closer to my ear. His lip brushed against my ear softly. His hot minty breath fanning the side of my face."I'd find you." He breathed. A wave of iciness crept down my spine. Warmth filled my stomach down towards my center. He enjoyed seeing me squirm.

Swiftly, his arm still around my waist, he pulled me onto his lap. Shocked, I wrapped my arm around his neck tightly.

"W-what are you doing?" I looked at him.

"Something I've wanted to do for a very very long time, muneca." Without so much as a warning, he captured my lips in his. His hunger was apparent. He cupped my face, trying to get as close as possible. My now perky breast was pressed against his bare chest. He was rough at first but gradually slowed down to a soft bliss. My lips tingled as he bit down and deepened the kiss. Without breaking the kiss, he dragged me all the way across his lap, so my legs straddled him.

"Wait." He suddenly pulled away and hooked his finger around the arm sling. Within seconds he was tearing the sling off. I observed him. Each movement he made was sexier than the other. He threw the sling to the floor then proceeded to wrap his arms around me again, crushing me to him and latching his lips back on my lips.

"Xander." I pulled away. "You shouldn't take that off. You could hurt yourself." I said to him.

"I don't care." He said and pushed my head to him, so our lips met again. A soft moan crept through my mouth. His lips were soft and hot against mine. It felt so good I couldn't even think. The way his tongue moved in my mouth and his mindless teasing. I could feel the smirking on his lips every time I let a moan escape my mouth. I dove my hands into his soft hands. My finger glided over his scalp expertly. I loved his hair. A deep moan rumbled through his mouth. My body was getting too hot now. My center was almost throbbing just from his kisses. Suddenly he pulled away. His kisses traveled down my neck slowly--painfully slowly.

"Fuck. You smell so good, princesa." He groaned against my neck. His hand dropped down from my waist to my thigh, rubbing it up and down. My hospital gown didn't leave a lot to the imagination. It was knee-length, and the back was open. I was appreciative that I had underwear on, at least. His hands went higher and higher, hiking up my gown with it. "Take this off," Xander said, tugging at the gown.

"Xander. No. Anyone could walk in." I shook my head.

"No one will. These are private suites. No one comes in unless I authorize it." He said. "Now, take this off, please." He said, beginning to untie the loose knots on the back of the gown. "I wanna see you." He said.

"Still, your hurt. I don't want you to overextend yourself." I said, genuinely concerned.

"Trust me Love, I won't be the one overextended." He breathed into my neck before leaving another trail of hot wet kisses. His mouth latched on to my collarbone and began sucking. His hand had since left the back of the gown and was under it down. I bit my lip, trying to control any sounds admitted to erupt from my mouth. His hand trailed on the inside of my thigh to my center. This can't be real. It feels too good. Expertly his finger pushed aside my hot damp underwear. "Are you wet for me?" He lifted his head and smirked at me. I couldn't talk; I couldn't move. Everything he did felt so insanely amazing. I'd never felt a sensation like this before. "Anyone ever touched you like this, love?" He said, spreading my juice all over my cunt.

"N-no." My eyes shut as his finger swirled around all the most sensitive areas. "Never." I gasped. I never knew how to touch myself, and I was never close enough to any guy.

"Good." He whispered. Simultaneously his finger dove inside me. I winced, but it was short-lived before I threw my head back and moaned. "Look at me." He said, cupping the back of my head and pushing my head to him. His lips captured mine but only for a minute. His finger kept plunging in and out perfectly like he'd done this a million times. My body was practically shaking. Suddenly his thumb pressed against my sex, adding another layer of torture."You're so beautiful." He breathed softly.

"Come for me." He said, and it didn't take long before I quivered into a finish. It was explosive and addictive. "Good girl." He ran his fingers in my hair along my scalp. His hand left from under my gown but not before he pulled my underwear up back on my hips. I was in disbelief that something could feel so good. Suddenly feeling vulnerable, I looked away from his face. However, once again, he softly turned my face, so I was looking back at him. He gazed at me for longer than I had liked. Then, abruptly, with his eyes still on me, he raised his hand and plunged his fingers into his mouth. I twisted my face in horror and looked away from him. Then, without a second to spare, I climbed off his lap and onto the floor. His chuckle was deep and loud in front of me.

"Xander-" I was ready to complain, but before I could open my mouth, his lips were on mine again. Deep and quickly, and he pulled away.

"See, don't you wanna know how good you taste." He stood in front of me now. His hand grasped mine and pulled towards a seating area by the big panel window looking out to the morning sky.

"Where are we going?" I asked, following him.

"To talk. I want to tell you everything." He said seriously, and he did.

We talked for a while. It was hard to keep myself from crying when I heard about Avery. Xander said Avery was staying with her mom while Daniel was in the intensive care unit. It didn't seem to bother Xander that even after the three shots, Daniel still lived. However, he suffered some extreme damage to his kidney and lungs. Avery's house was vacated and stripped clean to get rid of any evidence. He even told me about Ralph and Tessa, which I was shockingly sad to hear about.

We left the hospital the next day. It turns out Xander's father owed a considerable amount of the hospital. Luckily no one else was hurt, so we all returned to the estate. Even me. It felt strange to normally ride in a car with Xander and talk about normal things. There was no fighting to be done or liars to catch. Even Xander looked more at peace. I went to see Avery as soon as I left the hospital. She cried in my arms, and I cried in hers. I stayed with her and her mom for a couple of days before Xander asked me to return home.

Rachel and Brooke were there when I got to the estate. Rachel cried buckets, and Brooke kissed me on the lips again. She said she slept with my pillow every night since I left. Per my request, Xander forgave them of their debts. Rachel cried in happiness, and Brooke kissed me yet again. We promised to stay in touch, and Rachel begged me to visit her and her husband whenever I wanted. Brooke couldn't stand living without Rachel, so Rachel told her to move in with her and her husband like one big dysfunctional family. Speaking of dysfunctional, Dad and I decided to stay in the house for a while longer. We simply decorated it to our homey standards.

Xander cared for me and loved me. Although he never wanted me to leave his sight, we comprised. His shoulder was still recovering—even slower now since he couldn't stop working—but I took care of him often. Everything seemed to be right in the world once again. Everything was returning to normal, and I don't remember feeling such bliss. But you know what they say; all good things must come to an end.

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