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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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12. Chapter 12.

Harry's POV

I walk back into Kait's room, she immediately sits up in her bed. "Where's Zayn?"

"I, uh, he went home. He's tired." I stutter.

"Okay." She lies back down on the bed. "Harry?"


"Will you do me a favor and go get The Notebook for me?" She shifts so she can look into my eyes.

"Of course. Anything else?"

She simply shakes her head and I walk back out of the room, heading across the street to retrieve the movie. I never knew that she likes my favorite movie. I wonder what else I don't know about her.


"Hey." I say to her as I re-enter the room. "You like this?" I hold up the movie.

She nods. "It's my favorite." She giggles.

"Mine too." I smile at her. "What else do I not know about you?"

We both laugh and I put the movie in, pull up a chair beside her, and give her the sweets that I had bought for us for during the movie.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter.

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