More Than This

Chapter 8: Left Behind for Good (Part 1)

(A/N): I know I haven't updated for almost two weeks which wasn't the plan but I literally have tests everyday now :( I have Thanksgiving Break next week, though, so hopefully the second part will either come out this weekend or in a week, at max!

Sorry if there are grammar or spelling mistakes!

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Previously in More Than This:

My knees betrayed me as they smashed hard against the cement ground, my brain slowing down. My heart beat would win a race right now if it was out on a track. My breathing got heavy and my eyelids grew weaker. My hands were now placed in front of my knees and I was bent down begging the atmosphere for more oxygen. But I knew I just couldn't do it. I heard my fading name behind me but there was no energy left in me to turn around. I heard a loud thud as my skull made contact with the solid ground beneath my fragile body and everything went pitch black.

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Chapter 8: Left Behind for Good (Part 1)

The thumping pound in my head only increased in strength as my eyelids fluttered open to find the blinding flash of the ceiling lights piercing right through my cornea.

My aching body jolted up on the mattress beneath it when the thought of how late it could be rang in my head. My dad is already going to be grounding me and not getting home before midnight will just add fuel to the flame. A lot of fuel.

I didn't wonder where I was or how I got to where I was until I saw the familiar face I was finally growing tired of stare at me in awe.

Harry was seated on the bed next to the one I had laid on for who-knows how long and I turned my body to face his, dangling my legs from the side. My brain finally started to sink in the furnished, organized setting around me and I figured I was in a hotel room. My lungs lightly ached as my heart rate increased.

He's known to be a player, some say he's not a virgin, anymore, I saw on the news before that he would bring girls to his hotel room....you've got to be kidding me. What, now?

Now it wasn't only my lungs, but my heart and chest both hurt me at the thought of what could happen tonight, my eyes nervously scanning the small room for any other human. To its misfortune, it was only me and Harry in the silenced room.

I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, which felt like a giant frog blocking my airway. As Harry stood up with confidence and stepped towards me, I felt my stomach tighten with fear and my lungs struggling to let oxygen in, again. Not again, I prayed, but my silent plead for help wasn't heard.

Harry rushed to the nightstand connecting the two single beds and grabbed what looked like the welcoming brochure you'd find in the room when you walk in. He fanned my face vigorously; little did he know that the closing distance between us was the reason for this and he was only making it worse.

"Just go," I managed to boldly speak between the short gasps of air. It came out meaner and ruder than intended, but he'd already done so much damage to my life in so little time.

The teen star stared at me, a hint of hurt and sadness reflected clearly in his eyes but he didn't say anything. He handed me the piece of paper and stepped back his way to the other bed.

I let my body drop freely on the caramel-white duvet I was sitting on and sucked in deep breaths of oxygen, as much as my lungs could take in.

The doctors informed me before that if I can quickly calm myself, I can save myself from a black out by breathing deeply if my inhaler wasn't around. I just hoped it would work; after all, Harry was still around and I was still astonished.

I was surprised but thankful that the procedure worked but the smallest breathtaking moment could start serious problems. I took another deep breath before I could explain to Harry what was going on, but he beat me into it.

"Does that happen to you a lot?" The look on his face was almost pitiful and sorry, but that wasn't enough to cease the anger built up inside me.

"No. It's only been happening a lot since we've met." His face fell but he seemed to quickly recover and change the subject.

"Did your friend leave?"

"I don't know," I really don't. Or maybe I was too upset to accept the reality.

"Can't your parents pick you up?"

"I live 3 hours away from here, Harry. They can't pick me up. They expect me to be on my way by now, anyway." My eyes betrayed me as my anger turned into tears. I tried so hard to blink and breathe deeply, but it didn't do any good. Instead, the tears rolled down my cheeks. I was so used to crying, it was in my blood. What I wasn't used to is crying in public. I hated looking vulnerable and weak in front of others.

"Hey, don't cry," his voice was calming and concerned, but isn't that the same boy that plays girls all the time like a part of Monopoly?

He slowly got up and stepped carefully towards me, hoping I wouldn't react severely like I did minutes ago. And surprisingly, I didn't. My heart raced a little, but I don't think it was his looks; I was probably just still a little frightened, but his voice and soothing actions terminated my doubts a little.

He lightly hummed and his next words caught me off guard, making me feel uneasy again.

"I can drive you, if you want."

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(A/N): I love every single one of you and I do see every single comment and vote. I appreciate the smallest amount of votes and shortest comments so please keep doing them! If the story reaches 80 votes by the weekend, you're getting the second part before the weekend is over :) It's at 70 votes, right now! And did anyone hear the new album? What do you think of it? Love you all!

-Tina .xx