While walking down the hall after therapy something felt different, something about me. I was relieved.
Telling Shooster about what Jake had done took a weight off of me I didn't even realize was there because I had been avoiding telling someone for so long,
"You're so whipped." Is the first thing I hear when I walk into their room, the source being Niall, and when he sees me he immediately shuts up.
Harry is sitting on his bed and smiles when he sees me, "hey."
"Hi, can we talk?"
He stands up, "sure, where?"
"Outside I guess."
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FanfictionMy parents always warned me about the drugs on the streets, but never did they say anything about ones with emerald eyes and a beating heart.