I sat up waiting for the nurse to bring me my food and waited for Harry to sign my discharge papers.
"Sweetie your boyfriend is almost done with the papers here's your food and clothes. " the thought of Harry being my boyfriend made my blood boil. The nurse left and opened up the jello cup. I heard panting and heavy breathing at the door. I didn't bother to looked over since well my neck was bruised. "Why the fuck did you not find it important to tell your best friends that you FELL OFF A FUCKING 8 STORY BUILDING." I turned my body, trying to avoid the feeling of needles piercing my neck, to find Dylan, Gracie, Niall and....."where's Zayn?" I asked trying to peek through the door way for his presence. "Ohhhh about that......" as soon as Grace said those words I knew it wasn't good. "What did he do." I demanded an answer. "He." Niall slurred. "Picked a fight with the taxi man and they started fighting and Zayn kinda punched the officer." "How much trouble does this man get into I leave all you guys alone for a year and this is what you guys do." "Yeah same to you sweet heart. You leave and now look at you, working three jobs and we know your a you know what. And now your sitting in a hospital bed because you tried to commit suicide. Bravo Stace." "hey babe were gonna leave in five-" I saw Harry stop and stare at the familiar faces. "Ugh are you serious Stace him the guy that ruined your life humiliated you. Him from all the other hot guys you chose HIM." Grace said trying not to attract a lot of attention. "Way to go." She said clapping her hands. "One I'm a stripper not a prostitute." Or am I "two he lived in the apartment I front of me, followed me and tried to save me and trust, me and him will never and I mean never in my entire life date."
We talked thing out at the hospital and headed home.
"Can I ask you a question?" I looked over at Harry as he drove me home. "You already did. " I said trying to hide the pain. "Okay. but I was gonna ask. Why? Why you chose to become a stripper?" I took in a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Do you really care?" I asked rolling my eyes at his question. "Yes. yes I do I wanna know why such a beautiful girl like you chose to become a stripper. " "seriously... just cut the crap Harry, everyone know you don't care about anyone except for your self."
"Oh and please stop the car at the police station I need to bail out...." I thought for a minute. "I need to go hail out your ex-best friend. does that ex- best friend ring a bell. " he shook his head. "Thought so, you've had gazillions of ex-best friends but this one particular ex-best friend was different, he was intelligent, bright, funny, caring, charming heck he was even handsome and you know what you did to him you threw him away like trash, you know what that says to me, it says to me that your an impulsive, ignorant selfish fool you never deserved a friend like him." I let out a little laugh "you don't deserve him, you don't deserve me you, you for sure as hell don't deserve love. your not capable of love, your not capable of anything. I bet your own mother couldn't love you." I watched Harry's posture tense up and his hands gripped the wheel until his knuckles turned white. I watched as he clenched his jaw.
I felt the guilt building up inside of me.
A/N
Sorry for the short chapter, promise i'll write more
