Riding The Wave

I'm your typical Malibu Barbie as some people call me. I live my life travelling around, and basically surfing. However, after my mom passes away surfing becomes difficult for me, the typical summer drama comes up, and I begin to feel lost within myself. I feel like I won't be able to live through this summer, until I finally let Harry get to me...


19. Part 19


I woke up the next morning with a giant headache. I tried to move but it just hurt my head too much since it would start throbbing and pounding every move I made. I finally gave up and fell into the bed again, turning to face Harry who I guess never left last night after I fell asleep in his arms on the beach yesterday.

Yesterday…the memories of yesterday came flooding back. I almost died yesterday evening. As I replayed what happened in my mind; falling off the board, hitting my head, feeling dizzy…it all seemed all too familiar. I quickly shook my head, shaking the thoughts of the past away. I wasn’t exactly alive when this same thing happened, but it happened and I didn’t want to think about it since it happens to almost every surfer at least once. But to me…it’s happened to me personally, twice, and to my friends and others I knew, I have lost count. Surfing is a scary thing and sometimes I wonder why I do it, but then I remember I couldn’t live without it. Maybe that was why I kept trying to push through this but I knew I couldn’t do this alone. Yet all I wanted was to be alone. How do you work with someone when all you want is to be alone?

“Bethany?” I jumped when I realized Harry was waking up.

“I’m awake…” I whispered, putting my palm to my forehead.

“How are you feeling?”

“I have a seriously bad headache to the point where it hurts my stomach.”

“Did you hit your head yesterday?” I nodded and Harry tensed up behind me.

“I should probably take you to the doctor…”


“No buts- you need to see a doctor.” I sighed and nodded. Harry helped me up and helped me get dressed and carried me down to my car. “Alright, I’ve never driven an American car before but…here we go.” I groaned, closing my eyes since the light hurt my eyes. I grabbed my sunglasses since I knew my memory where they were and put them on. It was a little help but not too much. I guess I would have to make-do with what I could get.

“Are we almost there?” I asked a few minutes into the ride.

“According to the GPS, yeah…we’ll be there in less than 5 minutes.” I groaned again and squeezed my eyes shut, making my head start pounding. I let out a slight whimper and tears started slipping through my closed eyelids. My damn luck. “Okay, we’re here.” Harry said, helping me out of the car. We walked inside, hand in hand and they said it would be a little while before the doctor could see me. I groaned again as Harry and I settled onto a couch where I fell asleep on his shoulder from being so drained.

“Bethany?!” I heard my name get shouted, making me jump.

“She’s right here.” Harry answered for me. I felt myself get hauled up and walked to my room.

“What seems to be the problem?” I was pretty much awake at this point, I just felt really sleepy.

“I was surfing and I went under, hitting my head…”

“She also went unconscious.” Harry added in. The doctor nodded and started doing concussion tests on me.

“Well…it seems to me that you have a severe concussion.” I groaned and fell down onto the bed from being so tired. “It says here you’ve had a severe one before so…you know what to do?”

“Yes ma’am.” I whispered.

“Wonderful. You’re all set.” Harry and I both nodded as Harry put me on his back, carrying me back out to the car.

“I’ll take care of you this week.” Harry whispered as he placed me in the car.

“I can promise it’ll last longer than a week…” I whispered. Harry nodded, but stayed silent as he started the car and drove us back to my place. The next couple weeks I knew for a fact were going to be hell. 

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