I wasn't going to write this chapter. No. Nope. I was too sleepy and tired and it was a Sunday.
But I did it anyways.
It's stupid.
But I was lazy...
Sorry.
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I N F I N I T Y
"What the hell are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"YOU CLIMBED A TREE THE SIZE OF OUR APARTMENT COMPLEX, AND THAT THING HAS FOUR FLOORS!"
"IM OBSERVING LIFE" I shouted back at Harry. I grabbed my binoculars off a tree branch and looked into them.
I saw someone enter their flat. Just yep. This is boring.
I should do this at night.
I looked down at Harry.
"Harry, I can't jump, I'll die" I shouted.
"Ill catch you! Or you can just---".
I cut him off by grabbing a branch and slowly trying to climb down. Why did all the branches have to be at the top of the tree?
And why is it always harder to get out than get in? There is NOTHING sexual in that thought.
It's like putting your finger through a hole, it's easy to put it through, but when taking it out, your finger gets stuck. Why did that example sound sexual?
My fingers suddenly slipped from the branch causing me to let out a loud ear-piercing scream. Hey if I die, I'm not going to die mute.
Harry also screamed, I think it's because he didn't want to witness a death.
My back suddenly hit the ground, and tree branches scratched at my arms, and I felt like I was physically disabled everywhere.
I groaned. "I am never climbing a tree again, and what happened to I'll catch you Harry?!" I shouted.
Harry ran over to me.
"I'll call the ambulance!"
The ambulance is needed? How are we suppose to even pay the hospital bills?
Is the hospital even needed?
"I'm fine, I'm sure I just got little scratches" I said.
I heard a bunch of gasps. I think me falling out of the tree attracted people. Oh come on this was a hiking trail, course people would be walking through this forest.
Harry bit his lip as he watched me try to sit up.
I placed both my hands on the ground and tried to push myself up.
I caught the sight of my bloody fingers and screamed.
"Fuck! I'm bleeding!" I screamed.
"Ma'am please don't cuss, there are children here".
A few mothers covered the eyes and ears of their children.
What the fuck? I'm like covered in blood and was just in an accident and all you care about is your children's ears? Their going to grow up screaming profanities at each other anyways.
"Ma'am, a ambulance is coming, please stay calm" a man said.
"Should we help her up?" Asked another man.
"There's a tree branch in her arm---"
I screamed. The pain was finally coming. I stared at the tree branch in my arm. I didn't even want to move anymore.
So when the ambulance came, I just laid on the ground as they tried picking me up and putting me on the bed thing with the wheels. What's it called again? A gurney?
As they were about to put me in the ambulance, I saw a familiar face in the crowd.
It wasn't Harry.
It was Liam.
Why is he everywhere?
Why did he happen to be here at this time?
Oh and he was holding that damn baby doll.
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Revolution [Liam Payne] ON HOLD
Fanfictionfun /fen/ noun 1. Enjoyment, amusement, or lighthearted pleasure. adjective 1. Amusing, entertaining, or enjoyable. verb 1. Joke or tease. Infinity Summers is all for fun, Liam Payne is all for drugs and danger.