Time ; hs

Chapter twelve

Mya's POV

We swim back to shore, this time Harry slows down for me. I can still see the pap out of the corner of my eye, and assume that that's the only reason that Harry's being kind.

We arrive back at shore, and I try to hide how out of breath I am. Trying to swim with one good arm is harder then it sounds.

We walk back over to where my stuff is, and I start to dry myself off with my towel.

"Can you take me home?" I ask Harry as nicely as I can.

"Why?" He replies rudely.

"Just.." I close my eyes and sigh. "Please?" I ask.

He takes a second to look at me, before nodding and grabbing my bag. "Yeah, okay."

I let out a sigh of relief, and follow Harry back to his car.

* * * *

I lay in bed and think over the day. I was definitely making some progress with Harry. He was actually being half decent to me, at some points.

I wish he would let go of the past, and stop being so closed off.

The next morning, I lay around for a while. I roll over onto my arm, and yelp in pain.

I lift up my arm, to see that my wrist has grown increasingly. I swear under my breath, and get my phone out.

I call Abby three times, and get voicemail each time. I get a text from her a couple minutes later that reads, 'sorry can't talk, at work!'

I sigh, and scroll through my contacts to see who else I can call.

Just then, Harrys contact pops up letting me know that he's calling.

"Hello?" I ask answering the phone.

"Hey, you left your cheap sunglasses in my car yesterday, and I'm passing by your neighbourhood, so I'm dropping them off in like 10 minutes, yeah?" He says quickly.

"Wha- okay yeah whatever, um can I ask you for a favour?" I say and bite my lip.

He sighs. "What now?"

"Well I know you don't really like talking about it, but my wrist is swelling I thi-." I start but get cut off by him.

"Absolutely no, not going to happen." He says.

"Harry please, I can't drive, and my friend is at work, and it really hurts." I say, trying to get some sympathy.

He sighs, and groans as well. "Fine whatever, but it will be quick, and no complaining."

"Thank you Harry! A million times thank you, I owe you!" I say.

He hangs up, and I yank on the first outfit I see. Luckily being a baseball tee, and beige shorts.

* * * *

(Bare with me, I'm not a doctor)
At the hospital, we wait for about 45 minutes, until a physician leads me to another room.

She looks unpleased with my wrist, gently examining it.

"How did this happen?" She asks, and looks at her clipboard.

"Well I went to the beach yesterday, and I played volley ball and swam a bit, I didn't think it would cause this much damage." I say honestly.

"And when did you get your first brace put on?" She asks and nods.

"Um two days ago." I say awkwardly.

"What?" She asks, surprised. "Only two days?! This is not good."

She looks a bit more, and I get an x-ray done.

She walks back in, with my x-ray scans, and shows me where the fracture is.

"It would have healed properly, however now you have pushed it too hard, and the bone is beginning to split more." She says "Se will have to wait for the swelling to go down to put on another brace. And this should decrease the pain."

She hands me a bottle of white tablets, and I smile in return.

"Now I need you to come back in another 2 weeks, so we can run another scan on your wrist, okay?" She asks.

"Sounds good." I say and thank her.

I walk back out to where Harry is waiting, and we pay the hospital bill.

"Finally we can leave!" He says when he opens the front door of the hospital.

"Thanks again." I say and smile.

He nods in return, better than yelling I suppose.

We listen to the radio for a while in silence, but the silence isn't as threatening this time.

My phone starts to ring, and I fish it out of my pocket.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Ah Mya, just heard about your arm, hope everything is alright?" Sheryl asks.

"Oh, um yeah I'm fine." I say. "How did you know?."

"Well considering you and Harry are on the cover of 17 magazine, I'm going to assume a lot more people than just me know." She says excited.

"Really? Already? wow thats.." I say, unsure about how I feel.

"Well done Mya, and give Harry my love." She says.

"Okay, I will" I say, chuckling a bit.

"Oh, and one more thing." She says. "Try not to look like you want to kill the boy all the time."

A/N
HAPPY NEW YEAR!