Fighter |No Longer writing|

Part 67

Katherine’s POV

      I gnawed on my finger nails. I was actually biting on skin, but my thoughts distracted me from the pain. I sat in my room and organized my thoughts.

   Harry had lied to me. I felt betrayed by one of the only people I trusted. I was so mad, yet so relived. Some people would’ve felt flattered that someone left their career just to be with them. I was still trying to cope with Harry wanting to be with me. I couldn't understand it. I turned my arms over and looked at my wrist.

"Why would he want someone who's damaged?"

   I wasn't sure if I would be there for him like he was for me. I couldn't just snap my fingers and be okay. I wouldn't change overnight.

      Curiosity got the best of me and I logged on to my laptop. YouTube was filled with videos of one direction. I stared at the young man as he described his dream.  Those dimples he flashed my way were shown to the world for the first time as he told Simon about the bakery he worked at.

    A tear fell down my cheek as I matched up past to the present. He had gotten everything he wanted and so much more. I couldn't take that away from him. I wouldn't forgive myself if he chose me instead of his career.

Harry's POV

   After pacing back and forth in the living room I decided to step outside. The porch out back was huge. I hadn't really noticed how big before, I had been too focused on other issues.

   I couldn't sit still. I knew she was mad at me, and wanted some time alone. I was just nervous of what she might've been up to.

    I cursed under my breath and thought to myself, "Trust her."

   She had reassured me she would never try again. But for some reason that didn't calm my shaking nerves. I huffed in frustration and headed back inside.    

   I shook my hands at my sides as I climbed up the stairs. I stopped outside of her room and closed my eyes. Too many words for an apology cluttered my thoughts; they made it difficult to think.

    Her soft laughter broke my concentration. I hadn't heard her laugh a lot, so I soaked it up every time the opportunity rose.

   I couldn't hear another voice, or her talking to anyone. I leaned against the door to be discrete about my eves dropping. My heart slipped in to my stomach as I fell to the floor when the door creaked open.

   A gasp came from Katherine as the impact of the floor ran through my body.

She sniffled, "Are you alright?"

I picked myself up off of the ground and nodded. I slowed my head down when I saw her wet cheeks.   

  That was why I left her the first time. I had hurt her and hated what the after math was. But it was different now.

    I looked at her as she quickly tried to clean up her appearance. I walked over to her bed and took up the room she had left next to her. I wrapped my arm around her. That was what I wanted the first time. No ups and downs or tears after tears. I welcomed the warm feeling that struck my heart.

    From that moment on I knew I would no longer put distances between Katherine and I. I would no longer run when she was being dragged through misery. I would stay and pick up the pieces I had shattered and try my best to help her put them back together.

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Katherine’s POV

      My eyes slowly opened. Harry’s chest was surprisingly comfy for being firm. I slowly made my way out of bed and looked at the time. I bit my bottom lip as I scurried out of my room. I grabbed my shoes and purse and ran to the car.

    I had never been late for an appointment and that wasn’t going to change.

  I checked my reflection in the small mirror as I started the car.  My eyes had calmed down and I was thankful, the last thing I needed added to my file was showing up with evidence that I had been crying.

I walked in to Dr. C’s office right on time. She spread her thin lips in to a smile as I got comfortable.

“You seem happy,” her words helped me realize my smile.

“Yeah,” it tried to lower the corners of my mouth.

“That’s good. After Harry ran after you, I didn’t know how you would be,” she crossed her arms.

I looked down at the ground, “Everything’s fine.”

“Have you two been together long?”

     When I looked up to Dr. Calloway I couldn’t help but imagine these would be the type of conversations I would have with my mother. I felt my smile fall slightly as I stared at my mother. I began to wonder if she would like Harry, or would she have hated him?

   My eyes became glossy as the thought of her feeling trapped and scared entered my mind. The last few minutes of her life were probably terrifying.

“Sorry,” I apologized for my stare, “We’re not together.”

“Oh,” Dr. C adjusted her posture, “The way he acts around you, I thought you two were.”

I cut her off, “No.”

  Silence dragged on for what felt like hours.

I cleared my throat, “Well we haven’t made it defiant.”

“Well are you happy with where you two are?”

I opened my mouth, but paused.

Dr. C caught that and continued, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m,” I took a moment; “I’m just scared.”

“That’s normal, relationships can be scary.”

“He left his tour to be with me,” I couldn’t watch her reaction.

“He left his worldwide tour?” Dr. Calloway wanted clarification.

I nodded, “He made management mad and he’s not scared about what will happen to his career.”

“Why does his decision bug you?” she leaned forward.

“What if that was it? If that was his last chance, and he gave it up for me,” something rattled fear inside of me.

“It seems like you are having a hard time wrapping your head around the fact that someone chose you over what you feel is much bigger,” I took a deep breath.

A lump blocked my words, I shrugged and kept my mouth shut.

“Katherine, we both know it’s something more than that,” Dr. Calloway tilted her head to the side. My eye brows knotted together in confusion.