Go Figure || h.s

Chapter:9 Healing

No ones P.O.V

It has been exactly 5 days since the surgery. There is 1 week till the Olympics.

These past days, you saw a girl. Not just any girl. A broken, hurt, fragile girl. That isn't just hurting physically but emotionally too.

The boys feel guilty. They know Elle has forgave them, but the fact that they could've potentially ruined her figure skating career was eating them alive.

One curly haired boy in particular, not only noticed a broken girl, but he didn't recognize this whole new person that has taken over her body.

Harry has been with Elle everyday, every hour. From morning to night. Elle might not want to admit it to herself but Harry is her rock. He's the only one that can keep her, her. He's the only one that can take her mind off the pain.

Harry and Elle complete each other.

It's just a matter of time, before they realize that.

Elle's P.O.V

Today is the first day of physiotherapy.

After that nightmare, to say I'm nervous for today was an understatement.

After that night, with that horrible dream Harry and I grew closer. He has been by my side all the time.

I can't help but smile at the thought of him. It feels like a roller coaster set off in my stomach.

The way his dimples appear when he smiles, the way he flips his hair, the way he can make me happy when I'm down, the way he makes me feel special, and most importantly the way he won't let me give up.

No matter how much pain I'm in, or how tired, and I just wanna stop and drop everything, he's there to catch it before I drop it all.

I keep telling myself No distractions. But maybe Harry is the distraction I need.

I love this feeling. It feels like a fairy tale but this is really reality.

The sad thing is I don't know what or how Harry feels about me. Does he eve feel the same.?

Thinking about this is giving me a headache. I groaned and slowly rolled out of bed.

I carefully changed into a pair of yoga pants and a white tank. Pulled my hair into a messy bun.

I hopped over to my bed and sat down, to put my 1 sock on my good foot. A sigh escaped my lips just staring at my feet.

Knowing that you were supposed to be doing something you love right now, not cramped up and resting was depressing.

Though I had to stay strong. But I feel ashamed of what I did last night. I couldn't handle it anymore.

I turned my head and saw a purple sweater in a pile on my chair.

I hopped over and grabbed it putting it on.

I looked down and laughed realizing the sweater I was wearing belonged to Harry. Ahh of course. It was the Purple Jack tWills pullover hoodie.

I grabbed my crutches, and made my way Down the stairs.

Everyone was up. As soon as I walked in their heads shot up.

"Hey! That's my hoodie!" Harry laughed. I just smiled. I could stare at him all day.

Woah. Get a grip Elle. He doesn't like you.

I ate a apple, then Liam spoke up.

"We are sorry Elle but we have a last minute interview to head to, Harry here is going to stay and go with you to Physio."