*Harper's POV*
"I think I'm gonna head home." Micky said, getting up.
"Oh, ok. Bye."
"Bye."
I sat there a bit longer but after a while, I started smelling this weird smoke. I turn around to find 'the drug dealers' smoking but it didn't look like cigarettes. Probably weed or something.
I started to feel uncomfortable so I got up and decided to leave. On my way out, I hit something and stumbled to the floor for the second time today.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
"It's fine." I replied, getting up.
"Wait, you're the girl I literally fell on top of like two hours ago. Sorry 'bout that."
"It's alright."
He nods, reaching for the door to the ice cream shop.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you. There're a bunch of druggies smoking weed."
"Oh, um thanks. Is there anywhere else I could go for just a quick snack?"
"Yeah, actually there's a cart over there which sells really good frozen yogurt." I said, pointing to the fairly large cart next to the sidewalk.
"Thanks." He smiled cheerfully.
I turned and started walking the other way.
"Let me buy you something." He offered. Just then I started to hear the all too familiar faint whispering. Shit.
"I'm fine, thank you." I said, turning my head to face him.
"It's the least I can do. After all, I did fall on you twice today."
"I'm really fine. I'm sorry, but I have to go."
"Wait! At least tell me your name. I'm Liam by the way."
I stood there for a while, debating weather or not to tell him.
"It's Harper." I said quickly before taking off in a run.
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"...AND YOU JUST FUCKING RAN AWAY!" Micky yelled through the phone.
"Well, what was I supposed to do?"
"Uhhhh... I don't know, EXCEPT HIS OFFER AND HAVE FROZEN YOGURT WITH A ONE DIRECTION MEMBER!"
"I'm sorry, but you know my condition and plus, they came back."
"You mean the v-...?!"
"YES, I MEAN THEM!" I replied harsher than I intended to.
"This is serious, Harp. You need to do something or else you'll have to go back. Remember what happened last time? That was a few years ago, it's gonna be worse now."
"I know, I've got it covered."
"Don't you dare say you've got you're pil-..." She began but I quickly hung up before she could give me another one of her lectures.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, taking a deep breath. What am I supposed to do now? As much as I hate to admit it, Micky was right. Ugh, this is so stressful. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the soft pillow. I start hearing the whispers again.
Oh fuck
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A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter.
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