Complications

Tf just happened

I gently took the top of the box off and held it in my left hand.

"Jeff, you shouldn't have!"

I jumped around excitedly

In the box were two pink boxing gloves that said EVERLAST in black written across the part that tightens around your wrist.

I put each glove on and Jeff set the box on the floor outside of the ring.

I watched as Jeff put on gloves but his were black and were flat on the palm part.

"Ariana, you punch this part of my gloves, if I say rh that means you hit my right hand if I say lh that means hit my left hand"

I nodded and took my stance position.

"RH....LH....LH....LH....RH...RH"

Jeff screamed repeatedly RH, or LH for about two hours.

It was around 11:00pm so Jeff decided to call it quits for tonight.

I went back to the dressing room and got changed putting my gloves in my bag along with my sweaty clothes.

I put my lock back on my locker so I could remember where I put my hit next time, I flung my bag over my right shoulder and walked outside to an empty limo awaiting me.

The limo ride back to the apartment was like every other, quiet the only sound is the tires on the gravel road.

We pulled up to my apartment and I climbed out, walked into the elevator,then into the doors of my apartment.

Everyone was gathered in the livingroom.

Harry skipped over to me and reminded me about explaining.

"Shit why did I agree to that" I said in a low whisper.

"Hold on let me get changed and I will" I replied before running upstairs to my room.

I put my gym clothes in my hamper, put my sneakers in my closet, placed my gloves in my nightstand drawer, then jumped in the shower.

I walked back into my room, my wet hair dripping all over the floor.

I threw on pink sweatpants, a cream floral crop top, and white socks.

I slowly walked downstairs dreading every step closer to the living room.

Everyone watched as I sat on the coffee table starring at them.

I sighed louder than expected and started talking.

"Guys I'm sorry I tend to make every situation about myself,

I went to the doctors today and found out I have OCD, anger issues, and traumatic stress disorder." I looked up trying to find an expression but everyone looked to shock to speak so I continued.

"I am still in depression and suicidal, so that's why I turned to drinking"

I starred around the room analyzing every sudden movement from them all.

Everyone looked deep in thought, to deep to say or ask anything which worried me.

All the sudden I heard a small weep from Savannah, I tuned my head over to her and saw a small tear escape from her eye and fall on her lap dampening the cloth. The silence was truly killing me, I was waiting for someone to say something, anything!

But soon Harry spoke up which made me nervous and relived at the same time.

"What does this mean" he said starring at me impatiently for an answer.

"OCD stands for obsessive compulsive disorder, meaning you have rituals your mind set for you to do everyday or face a consequence. Traumatic Stress is A condition of persistent mental and emotional stress as a result of injury or severe physiological shock, typically involving disturbance of sleep to recall the experience, and dulled responses to others in the outside world. Anger Issues pretty much speaks for itself it's when anger becomes a full-blown rage our judgment and thinking can become impaired and we are more likely to do and say unreasonable and irrational things."

"What caused you traumatic stress?" Liam questioned looking very conserved.

"Well basically my life, from the attempts of suicide, to the almost getting raped," I replied still surprisingly calm.

Liam starred at the floor and put his head in his hands, running his fingers through his hair, you could easily tell he felt guilty.

Niall put his arm around Savannah trying to calm her down, then he turned his head to me.

"Why were you screaming yesterday night?" Niall asked.

"Well I was a mess, I was hearing a bunch of voices in my head screaming things and it became so unbearable I was screaming to try and overcome the sound, music really calms me down that's why I started playing lana del rey"

Nobody seemed to have anymore questions but harry.

"Where were you yesterday?" Harry's asked shifting his body so he was facing all his attention on me.

"My doctor prescribed me to relieve my anger, so when I get frustrated or angry I go boxing"

Harry smiled, before speaking up again

"You box?" he asked with a smirk plastered on his adorable face.

I laughed before replying

"Yeah, do you?"

"Yeah"

I smiled and turned my attention to the others.

"I'm sorry I put all this stress in you guys, please don't treat me any different, that means boys you can still crack jokes, hide my things, and piss me off. Girls that means you can still tease me, and bitch about whatever you want"

We all started laughing uncontrollably

I stood up and grabbed Harry's hand before walking over to the steps and into our room.

We walked into our room Harry closing the door behind him.

He sat on the little bench in front of our bed starring up at me in a gaze.

"Harry I'm sorry I make every situation about me, I don't want you to not yell at me and I don't want us to not bicker"

He smirked.

"Hey don't put yourself down, you have an issue and you took care of it I'm proud of you for that, and trust me I'm not gonna treat you any different"

His response made me smile.

He put his hands on my hips and pulled me towards him till my stomachs was pressed against his head.

He threw his arms around my waist and hugged me, I ran my fingers through his hair. He mumbled something I didn't understand but I wasn't worried. Having his arms around was always a moment of bliss and pure joy.