Rebecca Sawyer and her family went to Saint Xavier's since Rebecca had been born, and finally, she can move to Texas with her family and go to Mass there. They're not there for more than four months before a few newly converted families from Europe...
"Come on Harry, it'll be fine!" Becca encouraged, climbing up the rock surface.
"But first, I'm just gonna say this, if something happens, and I get hurt, and you blame yourself I swear I will kill you." She said, grunting as she pulled herself up. Harry laughed and said, crossing his arms,
"I think I'll just watch you climb."
Harry and Becca were at YMCA, rock climbing, or at least Becca was. Harry didn't want to because he was actually scared of falling. It was about a week before Becca and the girls went to California to release their new album. Harry and the lads were going to leave soon as well, to release their fourth album and start a tour.
Harry was thinking about this, when Becca shouted and fell down, the harness around her waist not catching her. He ran over to her, and she sat up, supporting herself with her arms, wincing as she gently touched her left ankle.
"What's wrong?" He asked, taking off her shoe.
"I think I broke my ankle." She hissed, pain shooting up her leg. Harry bit his lip, not sure what to do.
"I'm going to call an ambulance." He said, and got up.
"Alright. Just tell them to hurry the freak up!" She shouted the last part, bending over in pain, tears springing to her eyes.
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Three days later, Becca was lying on her bedroom floor, Halsey's song Colors playing on repeat, her eyes closed, her right foot in a cast. She was depressed, because the cast limited her actions greatly, and she couldn't do a lot of the things she loved doing; dancing badly to music while on stage being one of them. She hadn't gone outside at all, hadn't eaten breakfast, or talked to anyone but her room's ceiling. She had changed into a black shirt with quarter length sleeves, a black skirt with white patterns on it that reached her knees with black tights and had washed her hair, but hadn't done anything else.
She heard a knock on her door, and didn't answer, just continued looking up at the ceiling, listening to the music. Harry came in, sitting down next to her, then laid down, just being silent with her.
After about an hour of this, the music switched and Long Live started playing.
"I wish I hadn't broken my stupid ankle." She sighed, finally speaking. Harry looked at her then took her hand.
"It'll get better soon." Becca sighed, leaning her head against Harry's shoulder.
"Six weeks. And people are hating on me for being so clumsy."
"Six weeks will fly by with all your promo for your new album and your tour starting. And those haters are probably more clumsy than you."
"Pretty sure they aren't. I'm incredibly clumsy." Becca sighed.
