Polar Opposites

Chapter 33

Harry's POV---

I lean my head against the cold window, leaving my eyes closed to avoid shines from headlights.

Its just past 8pm, and I'm exhausted. My head pounds, my face aches, and my back is sore. I ignore the tension my mother brings, her ears practically fuming with anger.

My Monday consisted of an ambulance ride, unnecessary testing and nothing but a slight concussion and minor injuries as a diagnosis.

My mother left work early, rushing to my bedside as she was informed of her son being transported from school via ambulance.

I keep my eyes closed, and ignore the constant digging from the dashboard as a reminder to put my seatbelt on. My mother continues to look over at me, I can tell even with my eyes closed.

I feel the car halt at a stop light.

"You know I'm not going to yell at you because you have a concussion, and that's the only reason, because I am SO disappointed in you." I continue to ignore her.

"I understand you're going through some shit love, but is this all worth it? Pitching a fight with you're best friend? Loosing the ability to go to you're senior prom? One day you'll wake up and regret all of this. I just hope -for god's sakes can you put you're seatbelt on!?"

My eyes snap open and I slightly jump from the change in her voice. I let out a deep sigh and ignore the urge to scream at her, and just buckle the seat belt.

"Now, don't you dare think because you went and messed your face and hand up I'll be babying you, its not happening. Tomorrow you're staying home because you have to, but you will go to school the rest of the week. For the time being, you're grounded. No going out, no phone, and you'll be doing plenty of chores during your time off tomorrow."

She turns the stereo up, most likely to cause my head to throb. I want to scream at her, give her just as much lip, but I stay quiet.

All I can think about is her words.

Losing the ability to you're senior prom

I hadn't thought much about my actions today, my mind being occupied by throbbing and answering medical questions.

I fucked up. I'm going to break my promise to Nicole.

My only way of making everything up to her.

Nicole's POV---

I practically beg for my mother to let me stay home today, with no success.

"You're brother is already home for the week, I don't need to look like I let my children do whatever they want!"

I blast the music in my ears, ignoring the teachers directing students to homeroom. A couple of them motion for me to put away my phone, but I ignore them, giving little to no care to getting in trouble just 3 days before senior sign out.

I sign out of classes on Friday, Saturday is prom, and Wednesday I graduate.

I can't help but grow excited for the end, giving me my last push to escape so much.

This school, the pressure, and the constant reminder of Harry.

I notice stares as I walk the halls, the faint whispers lingering as I pass.

Did you see the fight?

Have you heard? She was screwing Harry!

She was begging him to stay with her when her brother attacked him..

I cant help but snort at the ridiculous pleads, turning the volume up to full blast, ignoring the ringing in my ears from the numbing volume.

'I flew far away, as far as I could go'

'Your time is running out'

My right headphone is pulled out, and my wandering mind is brought to Liam's smiling face, his brown eyes squinting with his smile.

I smile, taking my other headphone out as I stand outside my first class, with just 5 minutes to spare.

"You look nice today." I look down at myself, and by my baggy sweater and ripped jeans, I know he's just being kind.

I nod, giving him a shrug of my shoulders.

"I just wanted to see you, make sure you're okay.." My smile fades, and his face becomes concerned. I almost forgot how fast words spread, and I can't help but worry to what Liam has heard, what he believes, or what he thinks.

"Word sure does spread fast, huh?" I push hair behind my ear, ignoring the ringing of the bell.

"Yeah, just know I'm here if you need it, okay?" I nod, giving him a shy smile.

"And even though you denied it last time, here." He hands me a ripped piece of paper, with his 7 digits written on them.

"You know, incase you have a school question." His charming laugh lingers as he walks away. He turns around, giving me one last smile and slight wave before he rushes down the stares, already late to homeroom.

I take the paper, pushing it into my overly sized pocket.

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I walk through my bedroom door, letting a deep breathe escape my lips as I drop my bag onto my floor.

The room is humid, but I'm still cold.

I haven't been able to feel normal for days. I'm either freezing, or sweating. My hair hasn't been properly done in days, and my appetite is close to none, only being satisfied by an unhealthy amount of coffee.

My attention is distracted by the ringing of my cell phone, scaring me as the volume is incredibly loud. The small old IPhone fits into my palm, a big difference from my 7 that I stupidly threw from my second story window.

Restricted blinks on the screen, and I'm skeptical to even answer the call.

I push the green button, saying my hello with curiosity.

"Nicki? Hi hon its Dad.." I choke on a breath, surprised to hear his voice. I stand in the middle of my room.

"Oh my god, hi! How are you?! Where are you?!" I sit on my bed, waiting for his reply.

"I'm good baby. I need to ask for a favor, okay?"

"Uhm, yeah..anything you need daddy."

"I need some money honey. I'm coming to see you graduate."

Just wanted to tell you guys I honestly love you SO much. You guys mean so much to me and when I'm feeling down and thinking I suck you make me keep going. Sometimes I wonder if I should continue writing and you guys keep me going. School starts tomorrow and that sucks but thanks for making my days sunny...love always xoxo