Nothing's Fine

Chapter 17

It took about a week for my body to heal. Well, by my standards heal. I couldn’t take anymore pity and sitting around doing nothing while famous pop stars waited on me hand and foot. I also couldn’t take sitting down watching Liam and Danielle kiss and giggle in front of me any longer. I needed something to distract me.

Ms. Payne never asked me if I wanted to go home, nor did she ever bring up my mother needing to know about my injuries. I was thankful, but it also put me on edge. Why wasn’t she pressuring me into telling my mom? Did she know something? If she did, she was an amazing actress.

Throughout the week though, I got really close to Louis and Niall. Harry and Zayn were always either doing something with others, or having girls over. Liam, well, you know what Liam was doing. Sometimes I would catch Liam looking annoyed with Danielle. Every time I watched him roll his eyes, my heart jumped a little. I don’t see why it matters so much to me. I told him I didn’t want to be friends anymore. This is us not being friends. Even if we were friends though, it still shouldn’t matter.

I hadn’t seen Carter. I assumed he was pissed at me because he got my jobs since I had been on ‘sick’ leave. Mrs. Shay saw us talking so she told him that she assumed we were friends, therefore he shouldn’t have an issue with taking up my jobs. When he told me this, I laughed in his face, which is probably why he isn’t speaking to me. I guess today will be the day to ask him.

I had borrowed Liam’s sister’s clothes for the time being, seeming as going back home could be deadly. I laid the now clean clothes on her bed. I slid on the black slacks before my white polo. Oh, how I missed this flattering uniform I had to wear every day. I only had to wear it like, twice, before the stairs decided to trip me for no reason.

I walked out of her room, straight into the hallway where I saw Danielle and Liam coming up the stairs. I didn’t even bother turning around or trying to hide myself. What was the point? I kept walking till I noticed Liam wasn’t moving any longer.  I looked up and saw that his hard eyes were set on me.

“What?” I spat, standing up straight.

“I thought the doctor said you needed to be off your feet until you recovered?”

“He did. I’m recovered. Therefore, I’m on my feet.” I smiled, sarcastically.

“I see you’re on your damn feet, however, I don’t see you’re recovered.” He smiled, equally as sarcastic.

“Louis obviously doesn’t have a problem with me going back to work.”

“Louis isn’t your friend.” He gritted his teeth.

“And you are? Oh, my bad. I guess I forgot to read my how-to-be-a-jerk-friend memo…” I spat.

“Me being a jerk friend? Okay. Go back to work. Just don’t trip again.” His eyes were hard.

“It’s not like you would care.” I hissed to myself, walking past him.

I didn’t mean for him to hear it, but by the way his body tensed, I knew he did. That was the one thing he couldn’t stand was when people accused him of not caring. I learned that the first time he went out of town to sing in a contest.

It was the night of the big football game in town. He was still one of my only friends. The only girl friend I had was going with a group of boys that I knew I would be extremely awkward around so I asked Liam to go with me. He told me that he would take me. The night of the game, I sat in my house waiting for him to come pick me up. He just got his permit so he wanted to drive me. I laughed at him, but eventually agreed to let him drive me.

By the time the game rolled around, I checked my phone to see if I had any missed messages. To my surprise, I did. I didn’t know why I hadn’t heard my phone ring. I guess I was in the bathroom. I pressed into my voice mail, waiting for his voice to come through. As it did, I threw my phone across the room and it cracked against the wall. It was stupid to do that on my part because I had to walk around with a broken phone for a year, and had to pay to pix the dent in the wall. At the time though, I was furious.