The ride home was quiet, except for the soft hum of the radio. Mum never said another word about Harry and I didn't speak about him. He never left my mind though. It was as if I was infatuated with him. But I'm not. I can't be. We pulled into the driveway, my eyes locked on the tank of oxygen below my feet. "If you stare at it too much, the oxygen might get shy," mother joked, smiling over at me. But it wasn't funny to me. I wished that I could run around or be free like a normal person. I pushed open my door and hoped out, pulling the cart out with me. Although I tried to be gentle, it didn't work out well. The tank made a loud clank noise, scaring the shit out of my mother. She let out a light scream, turning around sharply to find a red faced me. I felt so embarrassed about that. I trudged into the house, the tank wheezing as it loses air that is pushed into my lungs. Dad greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the head before allowing me to head up to the room. I felt tired, but not too tired to sleep. So, after mum hooked me up to the BiPap, I pulled out my favorite books of all time, The Notebook.
Even though I believed I could never find love, I did believe in it. Love is a very real thing to me, I experience love from my parents every day. But it isn't the same to me. I turned to the folded page, smoothing out the wrinkled sheet. The words captivated me, taking me to a whole different world. But because of Pete, my BiPap, I couldn't concentrate. But it wasn't all Pete's fault, Harry was to blame as well. I had never seen the tall boy around before, never even heard of the Styles family, but he seemed to know a lot about me. Or so it seemed. He probably had no idea about me and just wanted to charm me with those adorable dimples and his cute smile. Or the devious smirk and goofy grin. I sighed, allowing my machine to take control of my breathing. It was hard not to let it, I mean it was pretty strong and dominant against my crappy lungs. My eyes drooped closed, leaving me in the comfortable darkness of my dreams.
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My mum woke me up with her cheery voice, singing about how bright today was. Although it was burning up outside and the humidity was horrible, her happy mood could not be ruined. "Let me sleep," I begged her, drowning out the light by pressing my pillow to my head. "Get up, darling! It's a beautiful day!" she repeated, finally leaving my room with the blinds wide open. I hated the sun, it hated me. It was envious of how much I enjoyed watching Netflix in the dark. I squinted my eyes, unplugging myself from the BiPap and hooking myself back up the the oxygen tanks. I yawned quietly, stretching out my arms sorely. I kicked off my comforter, letting out a breathy sigh. "Another day closer to death," I breathed out, stepping down onto the cold tiles. Like I tell everyone, life is just a side effect of dying. Why can't everyone see that? I trailed into the bathroom, tugging the cart behind me. The hard thing about having oxygen tanks is having warm showers. The steam gets to me every time. I fiddled with the bath knobs and stripped down to nothing. "Jade! You have a visitor!" Mum called, making me groan.
I turned off the shower and pulled my pajamas back on, stepping out of my bathroom. "Hey, there," Harry said, sitting down on my bed. "Hello..." I quirked a brow, crossing my arms. "Why are you here, curly?" He chuckled, showing off his adorable dimples. "Just visiting," he mumbled, running his fingers through his tousled hair. "Pretty nice place you've got here."
"Thanks."
"Its comfy."
"So is my bed."
"I can tell."
"Right?"
He laughed, leaning back against the mattress. "You can go ahead and get in the shower." I pursed my lips and nodded. "I won't be long," I assured him before returning to my baby blue bathroom. "Hurry back!" he called, a joking tone cascading into his voice.
