What Humans Do

The world of gymnastics is a cruel one and when you get injured on the job you will be seen as easy prey. That's exactly what happened to me. I'm on the UK's Olympic Gymnast team and one day it's all taken from me when I left the gym on a stretcher. Now, I'm fighting my way back to the top of my team. That's the whole point of this whole stunt. Everything with him was perfect, but I couldn't allow that. I could only be with him for a year and a half. That's it. That's the whole point of this publicity stunt, to get back to the top, not to fall for each other. I would NOT, under any circumstnaces, let myself fall in love with Harry Styles.

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12. Someone Needs To Know The Truth

****Two Days Later****

 

 

"Why didn't you tell us you were daitng THE Harry Styles?! I saw the announcement on the Jeremy Kyle Show!" said two of my five close friends. I had just enetered the gym and I was already backed into the corner by these two crazy girls!

Madelyn and Darcy were both on the Olympic team with me, and both were my age. Madelyn and Darcy were both very similar in looks, getting mistaken for sister many times, but were extremely different attitude wise. They had blonde hair and blue-green eyes with a slightly tanned skin. While Madelyn was my height, Darcy was much taller. She barely made it onto the team because of her height. She was 5 feet and 5 inches tall. The coaches thought her height would hold everyone back, but it really doesn't affect us too much.

Madelyn was very much a free spirit and willing to do and try almost anything. Darcy on the other hand, was very closed minded and serious. I was always closer to Darcy because I was more like her. We had little tolerance for many things and we kept to ourselves or each other most of the time. Our little group of friends were all very outgoing and social, but we weren't. Darcy and I would always have a special bond, we were even talking about moving in with each other soon.


"Well, are you going to tell us what's going on or not?" Madelyn asked, getting impatient.

"Maybe we shouldn't talk about this here. And I know all the other girls are going to ask me what's going on as well. Can we talk about this at Starbucks tonight? I'll text the rest of the girls and we can meet up at around 7? We need to practice instead of focusing on who's dating who," I said in a serious matter. I've always been serious about my training, but since my accident, I can't think of anything else other than 'train' and 'work hard'.

"Fine, but once we get there, you have to tell us EVERYTHING!" said Madelyn. She was always the eager one for everything and she hated not knowing. She wasn't into gossip like most girls are, she just hated not knowing.

"Rue, can you give me a ride home after practice? Madelyn had to take my here today, my car is broke and won't be fixed until tomorrow evening," Darcy finally spoke up.

"Yeah, sure. You can just stay at my house tonight if you want, I can just bring you here in the morning and we can go from there."

She nodded her head and when I looked up, I noticed Madelyn was gone. I hated keeping secrets from the girls, but I felt that if anyone deserved to know the truth, and the actual truth, it was Darcy. I grabbed her arm and pulled her tall body towards mine. She knew what was happening and craned herself downwards. "I'll tell you everything in the car. I need someone to know the truth."

We pulled away and she nodded her head once again. It was then that I realised how exahusted and tired she looked. Her usual bright eyes seemed dull and lifeless today. I furrowed my eyebrows at her and, like always, she knew what I was doing without any words. "I'll tell you in the car. Lets just get to practice."

Since she had problems with her height, she treasured her practice time about as much as I did, if not more. I nodded my head and we made our way towards the other team members and began our stretching.

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