Sweet like sugar

When I got home after work, I started getting dressed to go for a run. It gets pretty cold out there around this time so I usually wear a singlet and tracksuit pants but for some reason my hands went towards my sports bra and shorts.
When I put it on I look in the mirror, disgusted in myself. I hated my body, I don't know what changed but I just feel so, grosse. I walked away from the mirror knowing I was just feeling sorry for myself.

I tied my shoe laces up, got a hair type and tide up my hair in a ponytail. My hair is long and thick and I love the feeling of it when it goes against my bare back.
When I take a step outside the wind hits me straight away, it was cold and strong. I ignore it, put my earphones in and start jogging. I go in the direction of their house. Before I get there I stop and brush back my hair off my face with the tips of my fingers. I hated it when my hair was on my face, it makes me feel so... young. I wiped under my eyes incase of any smudged make up so I didn't look sweaty and breathe slowly so I don't seem unfit. I don't know why I am acting this way, it's not like a give a shit about what Harry or any of his mates that I don't know think. I didn't like him, actually I dislike him. I start running past his house and don't look any where but straight so it didn't seem like I knew where he lived. "Ahhhhhh!" Bam, I am on the ground. "Are you fucking serious!?" I scream when it was meant to be in my head. Anywhere to trip, it has to be infront of this house! Fuck. My knee caps were stinging and it the cold wind was making it worse. I look at them and they were bleeding real bad.

I herd somoene laughing, I look the side and of course Harry is there laughing his ass off. He was with someone else, another guy. It didn't look like one of the people that Sarah described. This one was short with small eyes. His face was sort of like an upside down triangle but he was really attractive. He seemed to be holding in his laugh which gave him some of my respect. I gave Harry a death glare which made him stop laughing. As they walk toward me I try to get up but I just fall back down and cry in pain. The pain was coming from my wrist more then my knees. Whenever I tried to push my self up it hurt, really bad and i just lost balance.

Harry and his friend rush over to me when they see how much pain I am in. They try to help me up "I'm fine!" I yell. I didn't want to seem weak but I was in so much pain. I try to get up again but my wrist just wobbled and I fell. "You're not fine! Let us help." Harrys friend said stubbornly. He had a soft, semi high pitched voice. I sigh. So Harry picks me up Bridal style and I wrap my arm around his neck. I look at my wrist (right hand) and it was purple and swollen. I try and move it but even the thought of that hurt. I started to cry.

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