You Have No Idea

©Chapter 2
"She's messed up!" I hear Harry hiss from the darkness. "Look!"

I feel the blanket come off slowly so he doesn't "wake me" but little does he know I'm awake. 


"They're everywhere." Harry whispers sadly.

"-and you care why?" An Irish accent comes into play.

"Because, she's too secretive and I just-I don't understand."

"She's obviously not happy, or at least wasn't, Harry. You couldn't possibly understand." Irish backfires.

"They're old." Harry counters. "That's the only good thing."

In my mind I'm wondering how long until I could pull this off. Until I realize two teenage boys are staring at my naked and scarred body. My eyes snap open and I screech, "Get out!" I cover my "Parts" and start to feel mortified.

"Sorry!" Ireland snaps. He walks out and slams the door.

"S-Sorry," Harry replies in a hushed tone and leaves with his friend.

I sigh. Rule number two, I think, Privacy.

I grab my shirt and slip it back on. I open the door of my humble dwelling and literally pull the boys in.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Ireland hisses.

"My problem?! My problem! What the hell is wrong with you? You're not aloud to just go ripping off my clothes and watch me! Stalkers!" I swat them both.

"It was Harry's idea!" Irish fights fire with fire.

"Niall?!" Harry screeches.

"You?!" I seethe at Harry. I groan and push past them.

"Is nurse Joy here?" I ask the receptionist, glancing at the clock. '2:57am' it reads.

"Yes," she smiles. "Joy!" She calls.

"Lou, it's very late! For heavens sakes child."

"Nurse, thank you for seeing me but I can't stand Harry any longer," I seethe. "He took of my clothing and just stared at me!"

"Harold!" She scolds. "Niall!"

"It wasn't me! Blame him!" Niall shouts and points to Harry.

"What?!" He squeaks. "Niall-Niall didn't believe me!"

"Harold, I'm astonished." She shook her head. "Niall has to leave and you are not aloud to have him over for a few days. We'll talk about this, tomorrow."

"Thank you," I smile.

As I try to walk away Niall leaves and Harry stops me by grabbing my arm and pinching it tightly. "Ow," I scream. "Did you not forget I have cancer?!" I swat his arm away and he fires back by saying, "Well, so do I!"

"Don't touch me," I seethe when he stops me again.

"You'll fucking regret this," he clenches through shut teeth. "Just wait." He lets go and I am relieved. I sigh and yell at him. "No cussing!"

He sticks his middle finger up at me and I mentally scold him, all the while nurse Joy is fussing. "Harold!"
I sigh again. This won't be easy.

Notes

Second chapter guys!! Comment!!