~ Izzy ~

I sighed standing up and walking out the hall, I saw Louis look at me and saw the guilt he had. I smiled softlky at him, "Were did ya get those clothes?" Zayn asked with confusion.

"I got them, I've had them for a day, someone gave them to me as she hadn't worn them and she was generous enough to give it to me. " I replied, lying, but you couldn't tell.

They nodded and I knew I convinced them. I smiled at him and Liam stood up, "Well let's go shall we?"

~ x ♥ x ~

Finally after a day of being hidden from their fans (that I learned were known as directioners), we were in their hotel. I didn't get much as I don't want to carry it all with me. 

I smiled as everyone fell asleep. I sighed and stood up getting a sheet of paper and a pen.

Dear One Direction,

     Hey Louis, Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Harry, I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye. I truly am. I appreciate everything you all did for me. Even buying me a phone.

      I hope we keep in touch, if you ever are in trouble call me; no matter the time. I'll see you all soon—hopefully. You guys are so amazing, and I'm glad you invited me to stay.

       Liam your clothes you loaned me are on your bed (clean), you all stay safe. I saved lots of your music, pretty much your whole Up All Night album, I'll be watching out for your new releases.

        Goodbye for know.
 
   Lucy xx

I put the note on the table and paused at the window. I tuned back setting all my things on the floor before walking back and kissing each of them on their cheek, "Goodbye." I whispered before I grabbed my stuff opening the window flying out my wings already out.

I closed the door as I turned and flew out into the cool air. After a couple of hours I couldn't stay awake so I landed on my feet puling in my wings. I curled up on the floor in an alley and fell asleep.

~ x ♥ x ~

I woke up in a warm bed. Wait, bed? I sat up abruptly, looking around my surroundings. I was in a room that was really exquisite. The walls were white and I laid on a bed. Question is how did I get here.

"Ah, you're up." my head shot to the voice to see a familiar face, but I didn't remember where I have seen him at. He had dirty blonde hair, with red eyes, and he had a smile, and he was also leaning against the door frame.

"Who are you?. . ." I ask ready for fight — if needed.

"Relax." he said calmly, "I won't hurt you. I saw what you had done to that homeless person so when I saw you in the alley I knew I had to help you. You. . .you're different."

I sighed when he said he wouldn't hurt me as if I believed him (so as to fool him), "I'm sorry. . . .I-I just don't, I'm not used to people helping me." I said in an admitting tone, and truth was; I did trust him.

He frowned upon hearing this — which I'm shocked at seeing as I spoke real softly — and came close up to me. "You remind me of someone. . ." he mumbled stroking my cheek. "She was as beautiful, graceful, and yet haunted as you obviously are.

"Her name was Alexandra. Ria for me. She and loved each other as only a sibling could, though if you took a glance you'd think it were of a greater meaning." he mumbled, "Years ago. . .Ale. . Alexandra died. She was murdered and I a witness. . . .only I hadn't remembered this, not until I saw you."

That's when I noticed: He was crying. My heart aches at the sight. "Don't cry, I-I-I'm sorry I didn't know. . ."

By know tears were also streaming down my face from sadness, he looked up and hugged me. And I felt something run through my body.

It was. . .it was the feeling of being hugged. Being cared for. Something I hadn't felt in so long. I heard a ringing through the room and heard him sigh in annoyance. "Your phone has rang for a while know, it's getting annoying."

I laughed a little, stress leaving me —well a little stressed anyways— and I answered my phone seeing an unknown number. "Hello?" I ask frowning.

"Is this Izzy?" I heard Max's voice say.

"No, but I can leave a message to her—if you'd like that is." I say fighting my stress.

"Tell her I'm sorry for what The Flock did, she didn't need to defend me. . .it isn't like I've ever defended her." she says sighing right after, "I'm willing to meet her. I'll call this number each time I move into a different place. I'm sorry."

She then hung up, and I knew that she recognized my voice, she knew it was me. She knew I was Izzy, and she told me all those things.

I knew that she was holding in cries, cries of sadness. I knew the Flock gave up on her.