A Dagger to the Heart

Chapter 11

I normally listen to the Indie singer-songwriter playlist on Pandora. My favorite artist is The Paper Kites. Their Woodland and Young North EP are my favorite. That is what I listened to when I wrote this chapter. By the way, the picture I added to this chapter is Haley and Carrie. Haley is on the left and Carrie on the right! PLEASE vote and comment!!!! Thank you so much!

Chapter 11

Carrie left and I crawled into bed because I had an early doctors appointment. I checked my phone one more time to see if Harry responded, he didn't.

My alarm woke me up and I hopped out of bed to get ready for my appointment. I decided to just wear jeans and a shirt because who tries to look good at the doctors? Not me. I tied my hair in a pony tail without brushing through it first. I brushed my teeth and put my contacts in before heading downstairs to get a granola bar from the kitchen. My Mom was already awake and ready to go because she is the one driving me to my appointment. I think it is stupid that you have to do everything with your parents until your eighteen. I do not need my mother to drive me to the doctors. I am fully capable of handling that myself.

When we got into the car my Mom started making small talk that I wasn't listening to. I just kept nodding my head every time she paused, and hoped she wouldn't notice that I couldn't care less about what she was saying. I just woke up a few minutes ago, I don't need to be making conversation.

The parking lot was full so we had to park in the back and walk. Which would be fine, if it wasn't five hundred degrees out. Why on earth did I convince myself that wearing jeans would be a good idea. I felt sweat drops on the side of my face before I reached the weird swinging door to the building. I looked back and my Mom was out of breath. She had huge pit stains going which made me feel a little better about myself.

I told the lady behind the front desk my name and she said I was allowed to go right back to room three. I did as instructed and sat in the chair waiting for Dr. Payne. The posters around the room were the only things keeping me from boredom. I am pretty sure I read each poster two or three times before Dr. Payne knocks on the door to enter.

"Good morning!" He said closing the door "Sorry I am a little late, It is only the morning and my schedule is already backed up!"

"That's okay, I don't mind" I said giving him a smile.

"Okay if you could look up for me so I can look at your neck"

I did as he asked, and looked up to the ceiling. He ran his fingers across my scar and nodded his head.

"That is healing beautifully" He said "Okay can you lift up your shirt so I can see the other one?"

I lifted it up just enough so you could see the pink line with a few stitches still hanging on. He ran his fingers across it like he did my neck but I moved away.

"That one hurts" I said.

"I can see that, it is still red and clearly sore. I will get you back on some meds for that"

"Thanks" I just said not really knowing how else to respond.

"I watched you on Ellen" He said.

"Who didn't?" I said half jokingly and half serious.

"Do you want to know something funny?" I nodded "I tried out for XFactor a few years before Harry did. I made it to the first round of the live shows then got sent home. Then Harry tried out two years later and ended up winning the whole thing! How crazy would it have been if I tried out the same year as him?"

"Why did you get sent home?" I asked not sure if I should have.

"Something about my voice not being where it should have been at the time. I was told to come back in a few years, but I begged them to let me go through so they did. Then I got sent home and moved to America to be a doctor. So here we are"

"I wonder what would have happened if they said no and you ended up coming back a few years later. I bet Harry wouldn't have won" I said with a giggle.

"You're totally right. I can sing like an angel" He said laughing back.

The appointment was short but I am glad I went, picturing Dr. Payne singing is hilarious. My Mom was sitting in the waiting room when I came out and she checked me out at the desk while I went to turn the car on. As I waited for her to come out I took my phone out and texted Carrie. Her lunch date with Niall was today and I wanted to know if it went okay.

'How was it?' I typed.

She instantly responded with 'amazing, I really like him'

'I need details'

'He told me I looked pretty and he ate a crap load of food. Which I don't understand because he is small. We mainly just talked about him coming to America and how he likes it a lot. He also paid for my meal so that was really nice of him. I had a really nice time and he asked to take me out again next week." She said back.

My mom returned to the car and asked how my appointment went. I just mentioned my new medicine and she agreed to pick it up for me later. When we returned home, I started to look at my homework. Because I have missed so much school, I have a lot of work to do just to catch up. All of my teachers are very understanding with the situation and have been sending me my homework assignments over email. It is annoying having to teach myself everything, but at least I am trying. Which is a lot from me considering it's senior year and I couldn't care less about my grades. As long as I get into college.

I can return to my normal schedule in two weeks and I am not looking forward to it. Not because I hate everyone, well... that too. Mainly because I am scared to go back there. I haven't really thought about what happened in the gym because so much has happened in the past few days. I have a feeling it won't be easy to go back there. My phone buzzed and I looked down.

Harry.

My heart started pounding as I opened up the message.

'I am flying back to America tomorrow for a show in Chicago. I think that is near you and I want you to come"

He wants me to go to his show? Chicago is three hours away. Why didn't he respond to my text yesterday and have the balls to ask me to drive three hours? I guess I am over reacting. I just texted him yesterday, but you don't give someone your number and not reply to their text that took a lot of nerve to send in the first place.

'That is three hours away' I replied. I waited a few minutes for him to respond.

'Please? I want to see you again'

He wants to see me again? What the hell is going on? Are we friends? Does he like me more than a friend? I am so confused. He is a hard person to read.

'Please?' He sent again.