Wherever You Are

CHAPTER TWELVE

Four days have passed since I woke. That is a week after my accident. What means today is Tuesday.

I received hospital discharge yesterday and I'm finally at home. The last four days I received more flowers than in my whole life. A lot of people came visiting me, even the ones I wasn't expecting. Everyone I wanted with me came, everyone except Harry. Since that scene with my mom he didn't even send me a message. Could my mom have threatened him not to talk with me, like she did to Francy? No! Even if she did, Harry would not listen to her. That conclusion hurts me because it proves that he decided for himself not to talk with me. In the other hand I am not surprised, after all he didn't stop being Harry, rude and careless with everyone. For a moment, when nurse Allia told me that he waited everyday for me to wake up, I thought that he cared about me. I was wrong.

— Bella, can I enter? — a knock at my room's door awakes me from my thoughts.

— Liam? Yes, sure!

— Hi! My mom made you biscuits, those butter biscuits that you like. — Liam gets in my room with a smile on this face and a plate with some biscuits.

— Did she? Oh, thank you. I love it. Sit here! — I'm laying in my bed.

— Are you better? — he ask as he sits in my bed next to me.

— Hummm, I love these biscuits. I am, I mean, same as yesterday but better than some days ago. How was school today? I can wait to go back!

— Good. Not as good if you were there, I miss you. We all do! By the way, guess who ask me about you!

— Harry? — I don't think twice and for impulse this word escapes from my lips.

— No, I barely have seen him. I think he's missing school and he just gets home after midnight. Sarah is pissed of with him.

— Really? But is he ok?

— What does that matter? I think yes, he is. Just being an asshole as always. Anyways, guess who did!

— I don't know who else could be.

I wonder if Harry is ok, why is he missing school. Stop it, he's stupid, Bella! He didn't even care about sending me a message asking me if I was ok!

— Bella? Are you listening to me ?— Liam waves his hand in front of my face — Francy did.

— What? Francy? Really?

— Yes, I got shocked too. She looked very concern about you.

— I didn't expect that, she doesn't even looks at me since... you know.

— Yeah, I know! That's why I got admired.

— I have to talk to her later.

— Do you think that's a good idea?

— I don't care if my mom doesn't wants me to talk to her, she has nothing to do with it. I talk to whoever I want and her argument isn't even an argument.

— I know, I know and I agree with you. Talk to her.  — he scratches the back of his head — Are you going to school tomorrow?

— Not yet. I'll see if Thursday I can. — I barely have pain in my leg and in my wrist, well I can't write yet but watch the lessons is well enough. — And Jing? How's Jing? Is she good? Is she ok at Melanie's house?

— Yes! She's totally cool, they are hitting it up with each other.

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After more 30 minutes of talking I fell asleep. Liam was sitting in the armchair reading a book, keeping me company. A beautiful sunset light filled my room when I got waked by Liam.

— Bella, what did you just said? Are you ok? — Liam asked me, waking me up.

— What? I was sleeping so good. Why did you wake me, asshole? — in a sleepy voice I try to fight back.

— You just said Harry's name like four times.

— I DID WHAT? — now I'm awake.

— You said Harry's name four t-

— I heard it at first, idiot! You are kidding me! I didn't! Why would I say his name? He doesn't even care about me! He probably forgot my name, too. No one likes me!

— You did, I heard it. Hey? — Liam puts a hand in my shoulder noticing that I'm sad. — What's going on? Harry isn't everyone, ok?

— I know, sorry. I'm just very sensitive and tired of this, believe me, not being able to get out of home sucks.

— I can imagine. Well, I'm gonna let you rest. — he approximates his face to mine and kisses me on the forehead.

— Thank you for coming! Bye, love you. Don't forget to thank your mom for the biscuits for me.

— Me too. I won't. Get well soon.

— I will.