not
again.
~ Chapter 12
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Belle's
P.O.V
*1 month later*
I smile at myself in the mirror as I put on my lipgloss.
"Belle, come on we're going to be late!" Harry
yells from downstairs. "I'm coming!" I scream.
I'm out of my wheelchair and I'm now on crutches. Harry
and I are going to a dinner party tonight and I'm wearing a
skimpy little black dress for the cameras.
Harry pokes his head around the door and I slap him on the arm.
"I might have been half naked!" I laugh. He wiggles his
eyebrows and I slap him again. "Don't be so rude!"
I giggle and we make our way to the car.
* * * * * * * * * *
The dinner party is about half way done and I feel a bit sick. I
clutch my stomach and then have to rush to the bathroom. I throw
up in the toilet when Perrie comes running in. "Are you
okay?" She asks. "Yeah, I'm fine. Stupid fish. I
think I should probably get back now though." She nods and
walks me out of the bathroom. "Harry, I need to go
now." I order, jokingly. He nods and say goodbye to
everyone. I wave and we get into the car.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"That was so much fun!" I say, as we get out of the car
and step into Harry's apartment. "You know, before I
threw up." Harry chuckled and I hobble in through the
door but one of the crutches catches on the bottom and I fall. I
yelp in pain as I whack my head off of the floor.
I sit up shakily and Harry rushes over. "Are you okay?"
he asks, in panic. "I'm fine." I say, holding my
head. My hand moves own to my eyes. "Where are my
glasses?" I ask. He freezes. "What?" He says. I
frown. "My glasses, why can I see without them? And why is
my hair straight? And why am I wearing this dress?
And last, but most importantly of all,
WHY THE HELL AM I HERE WITH YOU?!"
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