Finally

Chapter 8

(This is going to be short but the next chapter will be extra long I promise)
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Harry's pov:
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It's been about a month since I first met Clarity. Our friendship has grown so strong in this place, it's unreal. I see her everyday for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and sometimes in the gym.

The day I first saw her in the gym, was probably the funniest day of my life. The staff let us play dodge ball witch wasn't aloud, but our staff is cool as fuck we we got too. She kept getting hit in the face and so did I. Every time I got hit, she looked like she had panic in her eyes but it was quickly covered by humor. I hated seeing her get hit, but she would just laugh about it afterwards. Plus the balls were soft so I knew they wouldn't harm her perfect features.

I never once threw the ball at her but many other people did. Including the boys in my unit. They always talk about how hot she is and it makes me want to kick their fucking heads off. 

But my favorite time of the day, is breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We laugh about almost everything, and constantly have a smile face. I've never met somebody who could make me smile so much.

And if we ever argue, it's about over what color is prettier or some stupid shit like that. When she talks, she tells me about stories from school and her friends. I tell her the stupidest shit I've done in my past life, consisting of parties, old girlfriends, basic shit like that.

We always laugh about how I look at her when I talk. She says "I look like I'm constipated". Once she called me a freak for looking at her in that "constipated" way and when nobody was looking, I tickled the living shit out of her.

Of course, I got caught, and I had to go back to my unit. As I was walking out the door, I looked back and she was laughing her ass off at me. I shook my head and chuckled at her silliness.

The next day she kept teasing me about how I got in trouble and it was pissing me off. I ignored her the rest breakfast but when lunch came around, she gave me the puppy dog eyes and I couldn't help but laugh at how adorable she was.

When she pouted her lip, I just wanted to suck on it. I wanted to kiss her so fucking bad it was unbearable. But this hell doesn't allow "PDA" so I can't. Not that she would kiss me back anyways..

I remember a couple weeks ago, I kissed her cheek and she blushed so hard it looked like she painted her cheeks pink. I just had to kiss something.

Every time she speaks I just can't help but stare at her lips. Thinking of all the amazing things she could do with them.

We have yet to talk about why were in here. Well, it's clear on her arms why she is, but she hasn't asked about me. Everyday I wear long sleeves so she can't see my scars. I want to find out so badly what she's been threw but she tells me nothing.

I can see it in her smile, that there's something behind it. Terrible memories. Terrible thoughts. She's such a beautiful girl with a broken heart, and that only breaks mine.

I can't help how cheesy I am, it's just my personality I guess. But damn.

She's so broken and I want to be the one to fix her.

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