Do you remember I told you my boyfriend was sick and that I went to visit him? Well, let's just say I'm not feeling excelent right not. My parents are going to KILL ME if I get sick. My whole body hurts, well that's kind of usual on me :D...

Enjoy the chapter.

Ally's POV

He was looking cuter than ever… Well, from my point of view, he looked cuter every single time I saw him. I look at him, turned around and when I turn again to see him, BANG! He looks cuter than 5 seconds ago. I don't know how he does it, maybe he doesn't even know he does it, maybe I'm just too mad, maybe I have too much free time.

And there I was again, with my cast and my stupid school uniform.

"So… Who taught you to fight?" he asked me as he was finishing cooking the potatoes.

"My father taught me most of the things I know… Some of his friends helped too"

"Can you tell me why he taught you to fight?"

I knew he was understanding me more than before; he now knew there were some things I could talk about and some things that were secrets. Dougie was the one who know me better, he knew things that were suppose to be secret, things I shouldn't have told him for his own safety, but I couldn't keep everything to myself, I couldn't hide 17 years of my life.

"You've got to give me some answer" he said and I sighed, I knew he was right, thought he shouldn't have this kind of power over me, I should be able to keep the secret like from him I was keeping it from everybody else.

"What if… I couldn't give you answers… For your own safety?" I said.

"Are you some kind of criminal or what?" he said laughing. As a matter of fact, yes, I am… I was.

"No, I'm not"

"What you've told me about your family…" he stopped cooking and looked at me "Did you tell anyone else about it?"

"Well, my family knows all about me but… I guess you mean our friends"

"Yes. Do they know?"

"No, only you know?"

"Why do I know? Why did you tell me?"

I looked at him, knowing that though there was an answer, I couldn't say it out loud because it was a feeling, it wasn't a phrase… I'd felt it even before I knew I liked him, the very first time I told him about my mother. His blue eyes held the answer, the power they had on me, the way they bewitched me.

"I don't know" I said "I guess you are… Different"

"Different how?"

"I don't know, Dougie" I felt a little bit unease. He wanted to know something, he was pushing me and I didn't like that "What do you want from me?"

"Nothing, I just want the truth, I want to know you"

"You already know me. What you see in me now it's who I really am" all my life I'd pushed myself into the corner of the world, hiding from everybody else so they wouldn't get hurt, I'd never been able to be who I was. For the first time in my life I was being who I really was and I didn't want Dougie to think I was that person I used to be.

"But I feel there are some many things you are not telling me"

"And why should I tell you anyway?" I said annoyed "I'm not your girlfriend or anything, you can not make me tell you anything"

'You are always so charming, Ally' I thought and sighed.

"Sorry" I said.

"No, you are right, you don't have to tell me anything you don't want to"

"But I do want to tell you everything" I said as I unconsciously walked closer to him.

"Then why don't you just do it? It's fun to follow your game, you know what I mean, you play the hot mysterious chick in the play, but now I really want to know who that chick is"

"This is who I am… I'm the silly girl who fell while dancing 'Phantom of the opera', I'm the girl who listens to people's problem, I'm the one who fights for their friends… I'm who you see, Dougie. The past doesn't matter anymore"

"It does to me"

I was just some steps away from him now, the both of us were standing in the middle of the kitchen looking at each other. Dougie seemed anxious, he really wanted to know about me, but I really wished he didn't. I knew that if he asked me to tell him, sooner or later he would found out why I was here, who I really was, I couldn't deny him anything.

"One question at the time. I'll let you ask me only one question every week" I said.

"What, only one?"

"Take it or leave it"

"Alright…" he said and then smiled "I must be your favorite, right? You only tell me about your past"

No, you are not favorite, I'm just deeply and hopelessly in love with you.

"No, it's not that"

"Then what is it?"

"You ask many questions."

"But you don't answer any of them. Can I ask you my question now?"

"No way, you have already asked me something, little cheater. You asked me who taught me to fight" I said and smiled.

"Damn it…"

"Doug, I think the chicken is burning"

He turned and took the chicken out of the cooker and cut a little piece with the knife. Then he grabbed it with his hand and offered me some. I opened my mouth and he put it in. While I close my mouth, I touched his hot fingertips with my lips and his face went blank. I was about to asked him if he was alright, but before I could say anything he took a step closer to me, breaking the distance between us and I blushed, too surprised to react, thinking that he was about to kiss me. Then he took a step backwards and I looked at me for a while.

"I'll be right back" he said and disappeared, he almost run away from the kitchen.

I sat in a chair confused and run my finger through my hair… 'What the hell is wrong with him?' I thought. Boys are so weird, I think I'm never going to understand them, specially Dougie. Thought it seemed like I didn't need to understand him to be able to adore him… His messy hair, his light blue eyes, his sexy British accent...

I sighed and put my hands over my face as I thought for a moment how the hell I was going to deal with the future coming questions. He was going to want to know everything he could get from my mouth and all he needed to do to be able to do that, was just do the same thing he'd done minutes ago; whenever he came close to me, I was his in every way… If only he knew. I didn't know who his new girlfriend was, how happy she made him, how well she treated him, but she'd better treat him like a king because that was what he was to me and what he deserved.

'If only you knew…'