A Second Chance: a Harry Styles fanfic

I chance

Heather's POV

I water was freezing as it touched my skin. Both of our heads went under but by this time we weren't holding on to each other anymore. Water seeped into my mouth and I swam to the surface quickly. Surprisingly, this pond was very deep. We both came up coughing, people holding cameras were flashing them at us and the rest of One Direction and their families were there. But all I was concentrating on was the boy next to me.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," I said. Scared that he was going to get mad. My hair was heavy, and my dress stuck to my sides. He looked at me a mix of happiness and sorrow in his eyes. He shook his head.

"I am the one who should be apologizing." I smiled. No one has every apologized to me. I was always the one blamed weather I did it or not. We laughed at how ridiculous we must look, in the water. As I tried to make my way to the edge of the pond, I felt a sharp pain ran through my ankle. I winced not intending for anyone to see, but Harry saw and immediately was filled with concern. "Are you okay love?" My skin was instantly covered in goose bumps as he said those words to me. Never in a million years would I ever have imagined Harry Styles ask me if I was alright and call me love. I tried to keep my inner fan girl in and just nodded.

Harry quickly swam over to me and helped me swim the rest of the way to the edge of the pond. I shrieked back at his touch but let him help me. I couldn't let my guard down, he could get mad still and hit me. Once we reached the edge, I gladly held on to it. Liam came over to me and held out his hand as Harry was busy getting himself out. I didn't even look once at his out stretched hand.

My attention was on Harry's biceps as they crunched up under his now see through shirt as he lifted himself. I probably looked like an idiot staring but would you blame me. This dosen't happen every day now does it? As Harry got out he shook his curly hair sprinkling water every where. It was like a secne out of a movie. I felt hot all over just watching him move. He caught me staring and smiled as he walked over to help me out. Thankfully I hadn't worn any major make up so at least I didn't look like some scary monster with make up all over my face. I blushed as they both kneeled beside me in the water. I saw them reach for my arm and it took everything in me not to swim away. As they pulled me out my face crunched up in pain and I let out a tiny cry.

There face had worry written all over it. I looked down at my ankle, and I could tell with one glance that it was broken. It must have been the fall, I had probably rolled it as I tried to regain my balance. It was all swollen and red, I sighed this is exactly what I need (note the heavy sarcasm).

"I am sorry I wasn't looking where I was going," I tried to apologize again to Harry but he shook it off.

"I'm fine, its you I am worried about." He pointed to my ankle as he said this. I shrugged, knowing it wasn't horriable. I mean things could have been a lot worse. Louis Mom came over to me and knelt down. I knew she was a nurse and was checking over my ankle. She pressed lightly over my skin.

"How does that feel?" She asked still examining my foot area.

"I'm fine, just a broken Tibia and probably some sprained tarsal- metatarsel joints. Nothing to serious that can't be fixed." They all looked perplexed at me that I just said that. I smiled, and wanted to laugh so hard at there faces.

"How did you know that?" Louis Mom asked staring at me in admiration.

"Well, when I applied pressure on my foot I could feel the joints start to......." But I was cut of by her shaking her head.

"I meant how did you even know about those bones and joints? It takes time to learn all of that?" She said. I blushed at her complement.

" Well you see I am studying to be a Neuro surgeon, but I stayed at school for extra hours studying, because at home I didn't really have any friends or electronics, just a room, so no distractions to stop me from studying." Tears sprung in my eyes as I remembered those days. No friends, no father to support me, just one that came home drunk and angry. Trust me, all those times when my Dad was gone getting drunk, I didn't sulk and sit around I put those times to good use. It really did help after the beatings because I was able to treat myself, a lot better then before my knowledge. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. My interview.

"S***t," I mumbled as I struggled to get to my feet from the bench. " I actually have an interview right now for the hospital, which I really need to get to." I looked around all my papers were every where and I looked like a mess. I was never going to get hired now.