The One That Got Away

Chapter 8

ROXY'S POV

I woke up the next morning still in the hospital. I hated it here. I wanted to go home but the stupid doctor made me stay one more night. I don't know why though. I felt fine. Maybe my back and arms were hurting because of the scars a little bit but other than that I was okay.

The doctor was in the corner scribbling something into his clipboard. I cleared my throat taking his attention from writing whatever he was writing to me. He smiled and walking over to me telling me good morning. I returned the greeting and asked him when I could go home.

"Do you have someone to pick you up?"

I nodded. Gabbey said she would.

"Okay, well you can leave as soon as she gets here."

He left and I slid my feet to the cold ground. I slipped on my flip flops and walked over to the toat bag in the corner that Nina had brought for me. I got out my phone and texted Gabbey to come for me asap. I pulled out my white Jack Wills hoodie and denim shorts and went into the bathroom. I changed and put my hair into a pony tail before brushing my teeth and putting on deodorant. I put all of my belongings into the bag and zipped it up.

"Hey there." Gabbey said walking into my room and embracing me in a bone crushing hug.

I winced in pain and she pulled away immediately remembering that I had huge scars all over my body from the glass and looked at me apologetically. I waved it off and slung the bag over my shoulder leaving the room immediately. I wanted to get out of this building more than anything.

I got into the car and so did she turning it on and driving out of the parking lot and towards home. As soon as she pulled up the driveway I ran out of the car and inside to be embraced in another hug by Nina and my parents.

I laughed. "Hi guys."

"It's so nice to have you back, Roxy." Mom said smiling with dad's arm around her waist.

"It's nice to be back."

"How are you feeling?" dad asked.

"Much better than before." I said dropping my bag by the stairs and going into the living room with Nina and plopping down on the couch next to her.

"Movie and popcorn?"

"Definitely."

She nodded and went into the kitchen while I picked the movie. I picked Hunger Games and slid it into the DVD player. We plopped back onto the couch and stuffed our mouths with popcorn and Gabbey sat on the recliner.

The movie ended and tears were still trickling down my face from the Sue scene. The doorbell rang and I got up and made my way to the door after wiping the tears away. I opened the door to be greeted by the boys and some other girl.

"Hello Rox- what happened? Were you crying?" they all muttered things like that to me.

I nodded and gestured for them to come inside. They entered but sending me worried glances. I rolled my eyes. "The Rue scene in Hunger Games always makes me cry."

They nodded and entered the room with Gabbey and Nina. I followed them after closing and locking the door behind me. They took all the seats so I sat on the ground.

"Guys, this is my girlfriend, Sam." Harry said suddenly gesturing to the girl next to him.

She was gorgeous. She had brown hair that fell half way down her back and blue eyes anyone could get lost in. She had a slim figure and a beautiful smile. I was garbage compared to her.

"Hiya." She said.

Nina, Gabbey and I mumbled hi's to her.

We fell into an awkward silence but it was broken by Louis suggesting to play Blind Man Buff.

"What's Blind Man Buff?" Sam asked him.

"Someone puts on a blind fold and has to find the other people in the dark."

"Cool," and "Yeah," were chorused through the room.

"So who is it?" Gabbey asked and everyone pointed at Harry. We all erupted into laughter as he wrapped a bright pink scarf around his eyes that Nina got from her closet and span around 10 times while Niall turned off the lights and we scattered ourselves around the room.

"MARCO!" he yelled when his round of spinning was over.

We all snickered quietly at his lame attempt to get people to make noise as he ran his arm along the wall in search of someone not paying attention. I picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at his head. He gasped and ripped the blind fold off to and looked in the direction of the thrower; his eyes instantly meeting mine.

"Oops?" everyone was tumbled over in laughter by now.

"Roxy Mc'Kartney, you're dead."

I ran through the door and up the steps into my room. I stooped down behind the bed and made sure I was shorter than the large piece of furniture. After 5 minutes I peeked over the bed to see no one there. I sighed in relief and stood up only to be brought back down on the bed and tickled ferociously.

"HARRY... STOOPPP!"

"NNEVERRR!"

"HARRY. SERIOUSLY. CAN'T... BREATHE...."

He stopped and looked at me worriedly while I caught my breath.

"Are you okay? I didn't know I would make you breathless." He said wiggling his eyebrows.

I burst out laughing and slapped his arm. "That's for attacking me." I slapped his arm again. "That's for being cheeky."

He put a playfully hurt expression on his face and rubbed his arm before threatening to tickle me. I jerked away from him hitting my head on the headboard in the process.

I rubbed my throbbing head and felt a bump forming.

"Are you okay?" he asked trying to move my hand from my forehead.

I didn't budge. "Yeah, I-I'm fine."

"No you're not."

"Mhmm... I... I am... fine."

"Just let me look at it. Come on, please?"

I sighed before slowly moving my hand from my head. He sucked air between gritted teeth when I revealed my bleeding forehead. "Woah. Does it hurt?"

"No, it feels like heaven." I said sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes and got up holding his hand out for me. I took it and was pulled up and into the bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet and got out some ointment and cotton swabs. He wet a ball and pressed it to my forehead making me wince. He then dried it off with another dry one and smeared the ointment on it delicately. When he was finished he got out a plaster and covered the now treated cut with it. He then held my face in his hands to inspect it.

His face was centimetres away from mine. His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips and repeated. I wanted so badly for his lips to touch mine. I looked into his electric green eyes and knew he wanted it too. I felt him leaning in-

"What's going on here?" Sam's voice echoed through the bathroom.

We turned to the door and saw her standing there, hands in a ball and eyes glossy with tears.

"N-Nothing."

"It sure doesn't look like nothing."

"It's not what you think-"

"We both know that it's exactly what I think."

"Look-"

"No. You look here. I know you two have feelings for each other. I saw you in the other room when you were tickling her. I saw you in here nearly about to kiss. It's me or her. You choose."

"Woah. Wait a minute. You're making him choose!?" I asked shockingly.

"What does it look like I'm doing? If he wants you, he'll choose you. If he wants me, he'll choose me. Now that I've seen what I've seen, I don't think I can trust you with him. So I'm making you choose, me or her."

He didn't even hesitate. "I choose-"