Chased Across the World

"I'm so sorry. Words can't even describe how sorry I am." A deep voice murmured. I pried my eyes open despite the pain it caused me. It felt like they were stuck together with glue.

"I never meant for this to happen. None of it. I swear. I was just so angry with the boys. All I've been able to think about since you left was how to find you and protect you. Hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do." I flipped my head to the right trying to find the person talking, but the blankets were in my way. They weren't even my blankets.

Where the hell am I?

I struggled to bring my hand up to my face, but there was something weighing it down, not allowing me to move it at all. I grumbled a little as I tried to keep the pillow out of my mouth. There was an incessant beeping in my ear and I saw that it was one of those machines I've seen in hospitals. I'm hooked up this one though. I'm in the hospital. Oh...right.

"I just can't stand the thought of you being alone with no one to protect. You don't even know who to run from. I could tell you, Jasmyne. I could-"

"Who are you?" I rasped. My blocked eyesight didn't help to identify the person. The moment I spoke, they shut up. Blankets rustled and the weight from my arm was removed.

"You're awake?" The boy asked. Suddenly, my vision was filled with green eyes and a mop of curls. It's Harry. Damn, I would prefer for him not to be here right now.

"Yes, Harry. I am." I turned my head away, unwilling to look into his eyes. I can't let myself get lost in them. I'll never find my way out if I do.

"Hey, please. Look at me." He sighed when I made no attempt to do as he said. "I'm sorry. I never meant for this to happen."

"No one ever means for these things to happen." I muttered softly, but still he heard me.

"Well, I really didn't."

"I know." I did know. Despite how much I wanted to hate him for what he did, I couldn't get past whatever the feelings I had for him were. I want to kick and scream at him, but that wouldn't help anything now would it.

"Can you ever forgive me?" He pleaded, dropping to his knees before me. My eyes widened at the action, but I hid my shock quickly. His fingers laced with mine as he looked into my eyes. Damn, I need to look away.

"I already have, Harry." It's true. Forgiveness is something I've always given away easily to people around me. Harry offered up a slight smile.

"Thank you. You don't k-"

"But I will never forget this. Okay? I will never, ever forget what happened." I stated blatantly. He nodded solemnly. Good. At least, I made myself clear.

Forgive but never forget.

It's my motto in life.

"Where's Callie?" I inquired, breaking the silence.

"Out there." He replied softly.

"Can you get her?"

He nodded and headed to the door without another word.

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Harry's POV:


"Can you get her?" Jasmyne asked as she lay there beside me. I nodded simply. What could I even say? She may have forgiven me, but will she ever see past what I did to her? She said herself that she'll never forget what happened. Maybe she just means the incident in general. Maybe she doesn't mean the fact that I hurt her.

Standing just before the door, I turned and looked back at her. Her eyes were directed toward the outside window, so she didn't know that I was staring. Which was probably for the best. Her skin was pale, almost like a ghost. All her veins were bright enough for the whole world to see. Her eyes, when I had looked into them, they held weariness and defeat. She looked empty, in a way. I have to figure out what I can do to fix all this.

I left the room and found Callie in the hall.

"She's awake." I said. Her friend stood straight up, stopping her conversation with Niall mid-sentence. They must be really close. I mean I've seen them on the days I actually went to school, but you could never tell how much they would do for each other. Callie ran away from her entire life just so she could stick with Jasmyne. That's an amazing thing for a best friend to do.

"Okay." Callie was about to push past me, but I grabbed her elbow.

"Do you think she'll ever truly forgive me?"

"Knowing her, she already has." Calle muttered, but I shook my head.

"In her heart. Will she ever forgive me there?" I don't know why I continued to ask this. I just...I have feelings for her that I can't explain and now that I finally have a semblance of a chance with her, I blew it before anything could ever happen. I'm such an idiot.

I looked up at Callie with desperate eyes, hoping and praying that she could give me the news I wanted to hear so badly.

"I think she was never angry with you in the first place."

Then she left me to wonder what she meant by that. Did she mean that she eventually would forgive me? Maybe that Jasmyne won't. I'm so confused. I shook my head and ran a hand through my hair.

I'll just have to wait and see.

Notes

Sorry this chapter sucked. I tried hhah! I really did!

1. Will Jasmyne ever forgive him in her heart?
2. What's going on between Niall and Callie?

Love you all so much!

Izzy <3