Gabby’s POV:
I had to do something, anything. I needed to save Quinton from Harry. And most importantly, I had to save Harry from himself.
I was caught up in my thoughts when the nurse cooed my out of them, “You’re parents will be here soon, are you sure you’re okay?”
I nodded my head slowly, my parents cant come here. They will ask so many questions, “I don’t think I need my parents here beca-“
“Gabby?!” “Gibs?!” Too late. They were already here.
“Mom, dad…I’m fine. Please.” They were coming too close and hugging me. You would have thought I died and came back to life.
“Gabby, we should take you to the doctors…” My mother had concern all over her face.
“I just had a panic attack, or something I don’t know.”
My dad’s eyes narrowed, “Were you in the middle of a class?”
“She was just down the hall. The teacher called me as soon as it happened.” The nurse was covering for me. I don’t get why though. Maybe she knew I had smothering parents. Maybe she just didn’t want me to get another panic attack.
“Thank goodness you were right down the hall.” My mother seemed to buy the nurses excuse.
My dad’s eyes went back to normal, he seemed to have bought it too. “Let’s just get you home.”
“I don’t need to go home.”
The nurse shook her head, “You do need to go home. Please get better, come back tomorrow.”
I rolled my eyes, I don’t think she wanted me to see Harry today, even though I knew he would be coming back for an answer from me sometime. I owned him one, an explanation. I needed to stop him. I walked with my parents to their car.
“I’ll meet you guys at home.” I turned to walk to my car.
“No, I will drive your car home.” My dad declared.
“I can drive myself home.”
My mom shook her head, “You could barely walk here without stumbling and needing an extra breath or two.”
I rolled my eyes; I wasn’t going to win. I hand my keys to my dad and get into the passenger seat of my moms car.
“Gabby, are you okay?”
I nodded my head.
“I don’t mean just from this accident. I mean in general, you seem…different.”
“Happier?” I think I felt happier, or at least I did feel different.
“I don’t think that’s it.” Her tone was flat.
“Well, I am happy.”
“With Harry?”
Ouch. Too soon. “Yes.”
“You seem, more alive…I guess is what I am trying to say.
“What does that even mean?” I wasn’t thinking before talking.
“I mean, with Quinton, he seemed to overpower you. With Harry, you balance each other out.”
I smiled a little to myself.
“I didn’t mean it in a bad way, I meant it in a very positive way, actually.” Her voice was softer.
“Thank you mom, I am really happy…” My voice trailed off. I mean I think that I am happy…well I guess it depended on your definition of happy. Mine consisted of loving and caring. Harry did care for me, clearly, but did he love me?”
I didn’t know what to think at this point; only one thing was on my mind.
Saving the two boys I loved.

Notes

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