Changing the Past

I want to go back and change the past. What I said to Harry Styles in School was all a lie...
My name is Grace Shuatsi and I am 18 years of age. If I told people that I went to School with Harry Styles nobody would believe me. That I was not only friends with him, oh no, I was best friends. The closest friend anyone could have. But something went wrong on the night of the prom... Something which made Harry forget...


25. Changing the Past; Chapter 25; Valentines Week Part 4

A/N- Hello everyone! I kept my promise! I updated in 8 days. I really hope you enjoy this chapter but sorry for all of those out there who love Garry, this chapter is more about Sarah! Another thing - IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TOMORROW! HAPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME-E, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.
 Love you loads 


I've been searching on the Internet for some kind of dress I could wear for the valentines date and I still can't find one. I can see images on google that are absolutely beautiful but I don't know how to actually buy them. I'm trying to avoid all pastel and pale colours because they don't suit my skin tone. But that's what most of the dresses are like. I place my head in my hands as I stare at the screen, helplessly. If only Sarah was here then she could design me the perfect dress. Just like she did for the contest. Which hasn't ended. Crap. I open another tab for YouTube and try and list all the love/broken-heart related songs on a piece of scrap paper next to me. I don't get to bed until 2am. 

Day 6 (13/2/13)

BEEP BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP BEEP! BEEP BEEP BE- I slam my hand down on the off button of my alarm and force myself up. I stumble for a minute or so then open my wardrobe for something to wear. Picking out some brown skinnys and a cream jumper, I pull them on and comb through my tangled hair. I drag myself to my bathroom and wonder why it smells so bad in there but remember. Oh yeah. Sarah's blood still hasn't been cleaned up. Well I'm not doing it so... I'll have to get Sarah to do it. That's how horrible I am. I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and turn away from the room, closing the door to block away the stench. I stumble over to the kitchen sink and wash my face in it and brush my teeth. When done, I apply my make up, eat an apple and some Doritos (original, yum my favourite). I grab my coat and head out the door. 

"I'm here to see Sarah-" I pant, knowing that I have a tomato face. The office lady smiles and says, 
"Been running?" I nod to avoid the conversation on health and fitness; I've only been walking 1 mile and I'm practically spitting up blood (slight exaggeration there). 
"Ah well, we all get that. She's in ward 5, room 12," she grins, creepily. 
"How do you know who I was-" 
"I have my reasons. Remember, ward 5, room 12." That was... Weird. I shake it off and start running down the hall and up the stairs. Finally getting to the right room in the right ward, I see a book named 'Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging' in pink writing, an orange background and some hands wrapped around it. It drops and I see Sarah's face, smiling. 
"I'm awake!" She cries and I run over to her. We hug and I sit down on the chair that I left yesterday. 
"I can't believe it," I say, with my hands covering my goldfish mouth. 
"Neither can I!" Sarah says, "I mean, when I first started it, I never thought it could get that bad. But when you grabbed my hands, it must've opened up a recent cut that I had." I lower my hands. 
"Started what?" I ask. Sarah stops smiling and a frown appears on her face. 
"Promise you won't go mad?" Sarah asks. I shake my head and say, 
"I can't promise anything, Sarah. Whatever it is, spit it out now or it'll only make me more mad, ok?" She nods and breaths in deeply. 
"I've been... Well it didn't start that long ago. I was alone, it was before the competition by the way, and anyway, I was alone when you were at work. I was sitting down at our table and this thought suddenly got inside my head. I have no point in life. I have no boyfriend who loves me, no job that I am really needed, no family to love me. You are the closest person I've had to a sister but that's it. I've lived 18 years on this world and all I have to show for it is that one person cares about me." 
"Harry and Niall care about you," I say, looking into Sarah's eyes. 
"This was before they even knew that I was on this planet. But anyway, I was looking around the room for something to do and my eyes landed on the cutlery drawer. I went over there and pulled it open. I don't know what came over me then because... Because... I got a knife and dragged th-the blade acro-across my wrists," she says, with a tear running down her face. "I felt like there was no need for me to be on this world. I had as much use as an old beer can." I hug her and start crying. We are both crying heavily by the time a nurse walks in. 
"Good news, Sarah. The blood we've given you has made you good enough to go home now. But make sure you come back in a week for another test just in case something plays up in the blood inside your body now," she says, placing her clip board down on the table. She obviously hasn't looked up from it since she walked in and decides that it's best to leave us alone for a while. 


"Come on, Sarah, hurry up," I say laughing at her cross the road in old-granny mode. With the walking stick in her hands, someone could actually believe that she was old. Haha, I'm so horrible. "We don't want to have to be at hospital AGAIN, do we?" 
Finally, Sarah gets to the other side of the road and decides to walk normally but with a limp in her left leg. 
"What happened to your leg? I thought it was your arm that got hurt." 
"Nothing. I just thought it looked more believable that I actually need this crutch if I limp. Otherwise, I might as well take it back."
"Take it back then. I'm not walking with some mentally ill person who can't seem to walk properly," I say joking. She gasps sarcastically and says, 
"Oh my God. I'm so offended. I might just have to knock myself over by accident." She twists her crutch around to hit her leg but ends up hitting mine instead. I fall over and, picking myself up, I pull the crutch out of her hand and say, 
"Now you have to give it to the person who actually needs it." Smugness is written all over my face as I slow down until I'm hopping 1 mph.  

As soon as we get home, I hand the crutch up on the coat hanger and sit down at the kitchen table. 
"Right, Sarah." 
"Harry asked me out on a Valentines date." She turns to stop whatever she's doing and I can feel her yes on my back. 
"Oh my god really? But valentines day is tomorrow... Oh do tell me you have a dress?" She moans. I turn and say, 
"Well... No... I was wondering if-"
"I could make you one? No. It's too late now. I only have 24 hours to design, buy, and make the dress." 
"24 hours. You can do that easily." 
"Yes, you can."
"No, I can't."
"Oh for god's sake, FINE. I'll do it," she says and plonks herself on the sofa. 
"Thank you so so so much. I love you Sarah," I say hugging her. She laughs. 
"Aw love you too," she says. 
"Well, what are you waiting for?" I ask. 
"I was about to watch Hollyoaks."
"That crap? No no no, your going to get designing. 24 hours remember," I say, throwing her a bag of chocolate buttons from me to get her going. She sighs, picks up her note book and pencil and starts drawing. 



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