Eighteen | H.S. |

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That was really intense, I can believe she thinks she can judge people by their appearance. Especially Harry, behind the tattoos he is the most amazing person I've ever met. She is messed up in the head to think that Harry is bad for me. "I'm so sorry that was how you had to met my mom." I say after she left.

"It's okay. You get use to it after a while." I frown at what he is saying. This isn't the first time someone has judged him. "But I don't let it get in my way. I didn't see the class on coming though."

"She is a.. I don't know." I shrug. "She thinks that I need to only date first class. God, I feel like we are the characters from Titanic." He laughs at my reference. It's true. I'm suppose to be Rose, and Harry is Jack. I hate that movie though. I never have liked it. Harry wraps his arms around my waist and rest his head on my stomach. "When do I get out of here?" I ask and play with his hair.

"I think it's Sunday. But I'm not sure, let me ask when someone comes in here." We sit in silence and I just stare up at the ceiling. The doctor comes in and tells me I can be released on Sunday. But I have a wheelchair, yay! Not.

Harry falls asleep, but My brain won't shut down. My dream of making it to the NCAA championship game, is over. I can't walk for a month, and after that I have to do physical therapy sessions. Why did this happen to me? I had everything going for me, a full time scholarship and a spot on the team. That has been crushed and thrown away. My softball career is over, and I actually thought I could make it. You know, to the big time. These thoughts run around my head and I feel the hot tears fall. I have the only other time I have felt this heartbroken was when Harry saw Liam kissing me.

That's when I realized it. I don't feel nearly as broken as I did when Harry ran away from me. I love Harry. I can't imagine a life without him. all my future plans involve him. If we broke up again, I don't know what would happen to me. I've fallen hard for Harry.

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Today is check out. I finally can get out of this place. My mom of course has to sign the papers, and I'm not in the mood to see her. Harry walks into the room, and has a wheelchair. "I got your wheelchair." He smiles.

"Great." I hate my life right now. Why did this all have to happen to me?

Harry lifts me off of the bed and sets me onto the seat. I feel a sharp pain in my knee. I need more of the painkillers.
He pushes me out the door, and we approach my mom.

"I can push her." She insist but Harry waves her off.

"I got it." I see my mom scowl at him, but doesn't protest. She is trying to compete with Harry on like everything. It's getting really annoying.

"I want to see your dorm after I finish signing these papers." I don't want her coming to my dorm. She is going to complain about how messy it is and how it needs to be neater. I hope Lauren is there, so she won't be as critical.

"Okay." I sigh. I feel powerless and weak. My entire life my mom has pushed me around and I'm honestly really tired of it. She basically made me date David, at first I really didn't like him and she said it would be best for the both of us. When I found out that he cheated on me, I finally had a excuse to break up with him. I never actually had a taste of freedom until I ran into Harry at that party. He makes me feel alive and he makes me feel like I'm actually worth something. With David, I felt like he was the controller and I was the toy.

"Come on then." She says in a hurry, obviously anxious to see my dorm. I have no clue why she is this excited. So we scurry out of the hospital. I hate this wheelchair, and I can't wait till I don't have to use it. The drive to my dorm is silent and awkward. Harry intertwines his fingers in mine and I smile. I missed this, his being by my side. I get wheeled up to my room and I unlock the door. Fuck. Lauren isn't here.