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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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15. Chapter 15.

Harry's POV

I watch Zayn as he stroms out of the house, ignoring me calling after him.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He's gonna kill Liam." I angrily kick the wall. "Mother fu-" I grab my foot as I fall onto the floor. That fucking hurt.

I lay on the floor, clutching my foot close to my stomache, as I hear faint footsteps descending from the stairs.

"Harry?" I hear Kait call out to me.

"Yes?" I question.

"Are you alright? I-" she cuts herself off mid-sentence, eyes widening as she sees my ankle. "Shit," she mutters.

I watch her as she runs back up the stairs, coming back down with her coat pulled on. She grabs her keys off of the counter and carefully helps me up.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Taking you to the hospital."

With those final words, she is helping me to the car and driving towards the hospital.

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