Hurdles

Our relationship. It wasn't sonnet inspiring, the story of it won't make thousands want to listen. But it was complicated and it was special to us. It was certainly more than I bargained for from just seeing a boy with a football helmet across the room.

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Unfortunately, I still have to see Harry all the time and it's no longer peaceful or just quiet, it's awkward. I still refuse to miss any time hanging out with my friends because I don't want to let him scare me away but it's awkward regardless. 

One night, the guys want to go out to a club and I wouldn't want to do that whether Harry and I were talking or not. Maybe with Leigha, or Jaclyn, Nicole and Kylie, but not a group of eleven guys. It's evident within twenty minutes of us being there that going to a club with a group of eleven guys was a horrible idea. They're young football players, girls are all over them straight away and obviously the boys are loving that so I just get completely left behind. Plus, it's not fun to think of Harry out there with some girl all over him. I don't want to be with him but I also don't want to see that. It's just not a fun night so after an hour, I text all of the guys and tell them I'm going home. 

I'm fast asleep when my mum comes into my room and wakes me up. 

"Sweetheart." she says. "Sweetheart, Brie just called. Harry got hurt."

I frown. "What?" 

"At the club tonight, some guys took his wallet and beat him up. The hospital said he was okay to go home but he's asking for you."

"Oh my god." I say, jumping up, putting my shoes on and I run over to his house. Brie answers straight away and sighs like she's relieved. 

"He's in his room. Thank you for coming."

"It's fine." I say, catching my breath. "What happened?" 

"He went outside and some guys just attacked him." she says, her voice shaking. "He's all bruised and shaken up, but thank god it wasn't worse."

I go up and open his bedroom door slowly. He's sat up with his eyes shut but he opens them and smiles a weak smile. 

"Hey. Where'd you disappear off to?"

"Huh?" I ask him, shutting the door behind me. 

"Where did you go tonight? I was worried."

"I just went home." I say, going and sitting next to him. "Now what happened to you?" 

"Well I didn't love the thought of you wandering around the town by yourself so I came out to find you and some guys jumped me." he says and my heart drops. 

"Oh my god." I say, tears in my eyes. "Harry, I'm sorry, I should have texted you too and told you where I was."

"Hey, silly. Don't cry, I'm fine." he smiles a little and that just makes me cry more. He's here after being beaten up and he's just being nice to me and I'm the one crying. Plus, talking to him makes me realise how much I've missed him and I just cry more. 

"I'm so sorry." I say, my voice shaking so much it's barely understandable but he just chuckles, shaking his head. 

"Stop it. You didn't steal my wallet." he reaches out and takes my hand. "You need to stop crying, I kind of want to cry now too." I finally laugh and he smiles at that. "There she is."

"How are you so happy? You just got mugged." 

"It's good to see you." he says, still fiddling with my hand. "Maybe me getting mugged was a good thing if it meant you actually talk to me."

I roll my eyes but I'm smiling too. "Maybe. This happens like every time we fight. One time we fell out and you got a concussion in a football game. This time you get beaten up outside a club. You know how to make them keeping coming back to you don't you?" 

He laughs. "Apparently." he smiles for a moment more and then it fades a little. "But I get if this doesn't mean we're back together. I get if you stop talking to me again."

"I don't want to stop talking to you again." I shake my head. "Can we be friends?" 

"I'd like that." he nods and then grins. "We're staying friends this time, okay? No giving in."

"That sounds amazing to me." I laugh and there's a huge weight off my shoulders. I love the sound of just being friends with him, no awkwardness or fighting but also no pressure to keep things going. Everything is perfect again.

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