You Can't Have Both

Katie Pierce was your popular girl in school. had all the friends, and even the hottest boyfriend. she loved her life and she wished it could stay like that forever.

that was until her and her dad had to move half way around the world just after she finished senior year, forced to leave everything behind she loved.

she promised things to people that she now realises she cant keep. hatred soon grew back in her home town over her, after only a month in her new house.

will she try and regain all friendship with her old friends, or will she create a whole new life in an attempt to forget?

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20. chapter twenty

3 Days Later

"Hey babe?" Harry calls from the kitchen, I was lying down in the lounge room. 

"Yeah?" I answer, placing my hand on my cheek, feeling it rapidly heat up. I removed my hand away.

"Are you alright?" Harry sweetly asks, coming into my sight with a bowl of fruit salad and a glass of juice. He placed it on the coffee table behind him, before kneeling down in front of me, removing the wet cloth that covered my forehead. He leaned down and softly placed a kiss on my head. "Your hot." He mumbles. 

"I know." I cheekily smiled at him, causing him to chuckle. 

"I know you are, but your getting worse." Concern filled his voice. "Here." He handed my the bowl of fruit. "Eat as much as you can. I'll be right back." And with that he left with the wet rag, leaving me alone. 

 

I shakily stabbed a piece of fruit with the fork, and rose it to my mouth, before placing it inside. I forced myself to swallow, but I didn't want to. I knew later it was just going to come back up. I held the bowl in one hand and placed it on the floor, before letting out a series of loud coughs that sounded like I was chocking. 

 

Harry came running back in with another wet rag before lying it on my forehead like the previous one. He sat me up and soothingly rubbed my back in small circles, whilst singing softly in my ear. 

 

After a few minutes Harry decided to carry me to our room. He placed me down on the bed before turning the air con on full blast. "Shit." Harry cursed, realising all it was blowing out was hot air, remembering you had to wait for it to cool down. "Come on." He helped me out of bed because I was too weak to do it myself. I stumbled over to the bathroom where he turned on the shower for me. He helped me get undressed and I climbed into the white tiled shower, falling straight to the floor. 

 

Harry attended to me and wrapped his arms around me, not caring that his clothes were now getting wet. We sat there in silence for a good 20 minutes, until Harry turned the water off. He stood up and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my fragile body. He lifted me up bridal style and carried me back into the now air con filled room. He placed me down on the bed and I instantly felt my eyes shut tight. 

 

I hate being sick. 

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