Felicity Jones is following her family's legacy of serving in the army. In her deployment she meets a special ginger that will change her life forever.
Felicity pov I woke up to my phone ringing. I sat up and grabbed my phone. I grabbed it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hey I'm an hour away, what's your address?" Harry asked.
"What? Your an hour away." I jumped out of bed and fell to the floor.
I forgot about my leg.
"Hey what was that?"
"I forgot I'm one leg short." I said as I laughed at myself.
I heard Harry laugh.
My parents ran in.
"Felicity what happened." Dad asked.
I repeated my statement I had said to Harry.
They laughed.
"A friend's coming to pick me up, and .... she's almost here." I said.
"What friend?" My mum asked, despite me being 23 they were still over protective. They Always said I was too young to date, but old enough to go off to war.
"Harriet" I said.
I used to have a university friend named Harriet, till she moved to Germany with a boyfriend. I hadn't hear from her since. My parents didn't know she'd moved.
"Oh alright," Mum gave me my crutches.
"Hey Harriet, I live at," I gave him my address.
"Alright see you in an hour." He said.
"Bye Harriet." I said.
I hung up.
"Well I need to get ready." I said.
After My parents left, I grabbed my crutches, and hobbled to the bathroom and showered. I got out then grabbed a towel and dried off. I went into my room and got dressed in a blue button up with a red sweater over it. I then changed the gauze over my stitches. I grabbed a pair of skinny jeans. It felt weird, as I grabbed a safety pin, and fouled up my pants leg and pinned it. I hobbled back to the bathroom and dried my hair then put it in a messy bun.
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I dug around my closet for my right bootie. I pulled it on, and got up. I tucked my dog tags inside my shirt. I put my watch on, grabbed my purse and glasses. I had excellent vision, but it was for fashion. I put my phone in my purse with my wallet and ID.
I hobbled down the steps to the sidewalk. A black sports car drove up. Harry rolled down the window. I hobbled to the car.
"Well don't you clean up nicely." He smiled.
"I wish I could say the same." I teased.
I hobbled around to the passenger side, and got in. Then Put my crutches in the back.
