Forbidden Love

Boys~34

The week went by pretty fast, but each night I had these strange dreams, and they changed a little each night. The first one happened when Niall was over at my house and the dream was just red and I kept shaking. The next night all I saw was red again, but this time it was more blurred. The shaking was still intense. On Thursday I hit my head in my dream, and it was then I realized that these dreams were my crash slowly coming to me. I still couldn't remember anything, so at night I was both scared & excited to dream. Scared because being in a car accident isn't fun, and excited because I've been straining to remember what happened to me. On Friday night my dream was different. I saw two figures in a car. They didn't seem familiar at all and I woke up on Saturday confused & frustrated.

Was that supposed to represent the two people that hit me? And what happened to the red? Was that for blood or something else? I sat in bed for five minutes focused on remembering the accident. But that didn't help me at all. All it did was give me a headache.

I checked my phone to see a missed call from Niall. It was only 9:00 and he had called an hour ago. It wasn't like him to be awake so early unless he needed to be. I called him back immediately to see why he had called.

"Aren't you a little late calling back," he grumbled into the phone.

"I was asleep. What's going on?" I asked trying to ignore his attitude.

"Do you remember the accident yet?"

"No," I sighed. "Why?"

He paused for moment as if he were thinking, but I wasn't sure what he could possibly be thinking about.

"Nothing. You were just heavy on my mind this morning is all," he said.

"Why were you up so early anyways?"

"I don't know. I couldn't sleep very well."

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah I'm fine. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. I keep trying to remember but I just can't," I confessed rubbing my temples.

"Don't stress yourself Grace."

"I'm not."

"So...are you feeling better."

"A lot better actually."

"Well I recall you promising me that we could do something."

I laughed.

"I did say that. You wanted to go out today?"

"If that's ok with you."

"Yeah that's fine. Just let me know what time I need to be ready."

"Sure, I'll text you. See you later."

"Bye."

I couldn't help the stupid grin stretched across my face but I jumped when my mother called my name. I stood from my bed in my red, plaid pajama pants and black t shirt to see why she had called me. I looked down from the top of the stairs to see her standing at the door with Harry. She was looking at him questioningly as he looked away awkwardly.

"Hey," I said walking down the stairs. I was mad at myself for not brushing my hair before I came downstairs. It looked a mess, so I tied it into a bun as I made my way down the stairs.

My mom moved from the door and went upstairs as I got closer, and I knew she'd ask questions later.

"I was on my way to the mall when I noticed your car in the driveway. I thought I'd come to check on you." Harry explained. "I haven't heard from you all week."

"Come in," I said closing the door behind him. " And sorry about that. It's been a pretty busy week trying to catch up on the work I missed Monday & Tuesday and just recovering."

I wasn't sure how true that was. I mean I had been busy but whenever I thought of him I thought of what he said to me. There was a part of me avoiding him.

"I brought Oreos," he said smiling as he shook his bag. I laughed and led him to the couch.

"So how are you," he asked sincerely.

"I'm ok. Just kind of hanging in there I guess."

"That's good to hear."

I smiled stealing an Oreo.

"Are you busy tonight? I was hoping-"

"I am. Sorry."

I cut him off looking away.

"It's cool. What about tomorrow?"

"I don't know I just planned on.."

I stopped when he grabbed my hand. I could tell that he sensed my nervousness.

"It's because of him, isn't it," he accused, and I knew he was referring to Niall.

"No," I lied.

"Look Grace. I'm trying to be your friend. I'm sorry about what I said back at the hospital. But there's no point in being so close to someone that you can't even be with. You can do better for yourself Grace."

"What's better?" I questioned as he got uncomfortably close to me. He was so close to me that we were less than a centimeter away and I could feel his warm breath on me, and I prayed my mom wasn't watching.

"Me."

"Get out." I stated before he tried anything.

"Grace-"

"Get out Harry. I'll call you later I promise."

He stood from the couch in an angry huff.

"You're just gonna kick me out because you don't want to hear the truth? Fine."

"I'm kicking you out because you just tried to kiss me. I already know the truth."

He looked at me in utter disbelief that I could possibly be kicking him out before he left. I flopped down on the couch.

Ugh. Boys.

A/N

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