Over Again

Jenna's P.O.V.

"Morning, love. Or should I say, afternoon, because it's half past noon", Harry spoke, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at me.
Love.
Did he just call me love? Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.
He stayed the night. With me. In my bed. And he just called me love. And it made me happy. HAPPY?! I felt a smile on my face, but then heat rising into my cheeks.
Even shittier. Why did he have to be so sweet? And to me? I didn't deserve him- not in the least. But it wasn't like I was complaining.
Shy, I hid my head in his chest, listening to his heartbeat as I felt him stroking my dark brown straight hair, spread out over him in a matted mess. I would take a hell of a lot of conditioner to get all those out- no way was I trying that with dry hair. But, then, it would probably get the horrible smell of this place away. I desperately wanted to get out of this hellhole.
"Harry, when can I get out of here? It's horrible!", I asked Harry, putting on my best puppy dog face. Just then, my doctor came into the little room. It felt weird having him see me like that with Harry, so I shifted around a little bit, forgetting about my broken bones and bruises. I was trying to sit up, as I placed my hands at my sides, putting my weight on them to help support me up, and a pain shot right up one of my arms, as I instantly had a sharp intake of breath through my teeth and winced, immediately falling back down onto the uncomfortable bed onto my side. As I landed, a sharp pain vibrated to my chest as I landed on my broken ribs. My face, crumpled in pain, as I tried to gather myself in a fetal position, hoping to ease some of the pain.
"Jenna? Fuck. Jen?", I heard Harry's voice, full of concern and worry. I opened my eyes to see him bending over me, his face creased with fear.
"I-I'm okay, really. It's fine", I told him. It was somewhat true- the pain had dulled, but it wasn't that it wasn't threatening me to spill the tears out of my eyes as I blinked them back. The doctor quickly walked over and examined me, forcing me to come out of my comfortable position, out of the blankets, leaving me feeling cold and vulnerable as he moved his hands, examining me. Harry never left the sight of his hands and him, especially when he had to touch me in my chest area. It was awkward, but Harry's eyes watched him like a hawk. I didn't quite understand why, but let it be- not wanting to do anything or causing any unnecessary drama or whatever.
"Here, just pop this painkiller in. The pain should be gone in a matter of minutes- just a teeny amount of pressure. I'll be back in a while. I have to um... Talk to you about something", the doctor told me, not even looking at Harry. I saw a trace of sympathy in his eyes, but before I could say anything, he had swiftly walked out of our little room. I popped the painkiller in and harry and I watched a movie that neither of us really understood on a little TV that was in the room. Surely enough, the pain dulled significantly in a matter of minutes, and soon reduced to nothing at all. Te minutes later, the doctor showed up again, greeting us with a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Miss River, I must speak with you. It's an urgent matter, and needs to be dealt with... Privately, for you."
I furrowed my eyebrows and looked to Harry, who gave a sad smile and came out of the bed.
"Wait, Harry. Come back", I told him just as he was getting out. I trusted him. I hadn't known him for a very long time, but I knew that he most certainly wasn't an absolute ass, with his head drowning in his ego- and that was not something that I could say about many other guys.
I turned to the doctor as Harry turned back round, giving me a questioning look.
"Whatever you have to tell me, you can tell him", I told the doctor. He opened his mouth to speak, but before anything tumbled out, I cut him off, "You can tell him. It's okay." The doctor nodded, and Harry came back into the bed smiling. "It's okay. It's all gonna be okay", he told me.
How wrong he was, with no idea what was about to come.
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"We managed to get in touch with your parents today.", the doctor told us, and I sighed, relieved that this news wasn't something earth shattering. But then why did it have to be so private?
He went on, "They got on a plane as soon as they could- they actually hired a private chopper so as to get here as fast as possible. Apparently the chopper company wasn't the most reliable and the chopper... It crashed."
I waited for myself to wake up, frozen. I was unable to think or speak. What had he just said? It couldn't possibly be real. It just couldn't. I felt Harry's arm tighten around me, hoping to shield me. But like the idiot I was, I pretty much stood in the middle of its path, waiting for his words to crush me.
"They both... They died on impact, but they didn't feel anything. It was instantaneous. They were extremely lucky that they didn't have to go through so much pain."
How could he just say that? HOW?
LUCKY?
"Could y-you...", I spoke in the middle of my sobs. But why did it matter? Who the fuck cares? My parents are dead! I'm never gonna see them again. Everything rational went out the window as I managed to tell the doctor, "Get out. Now."
Harry tried to comfort me, but I just pushed him away. My sobs made my ribs hurt horribly, and his shirt was once again drenched in my tears. But nothing could numb the pain in my heart. I'm in freaking ninth grade, I'm 15, and my parents are gone. What the hell am I gonna do? Why was it them? They didn't deserve it? They had done nothing to anyone- I would've gladly been in their place. But no.
The worst things just have to happen to the nicest people, don't they? I cried until my eyes were dry- unable to produce any more tears and my body ached uncontrollably- throbbing. I had to drink water after having cried this much- for hours, since it was late night. But I didn't. I fell asleep listening to Harry's soothing words, and then him singing softly as he rubbed my arm. My head rested on his arm, like a pillow, my legs pulled into my chest, and his other hand rubbing against my arm, until I grabbed it and held onto it, as he laced his fingers into mine.
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We went to see the lawyers next day, speaking about their will. Harry insisted that I go as soon as possible and the doctor told me that I was good to go- my bruises were almost healed and I would just have to take some medicines and that my cast would have to be off in a week, having spent a lot of time in a coma. The cast on my leg was already taken off, and I was able to walk again. Harry had told the boys about what was happening and we had gone over to their house so that Harry could get changed, and shower. I had woken up to him shirtless, saying that he was cold from it being wet. I'd come to terms with the fact that they weren't here. My dad wasn't around much, so I never really knew him, and I had learned that I wouldn't do this. He had been in the army for the past 10 years of my life, and I had come to the understanding of this situation. My Mom, though. I never expected this, but I had mentally prepared myself, should anything like this ever happen.
Although I never thought it would.
I watched as Harry left and walked over to the bathroom to shower. I hadn't grown accustomed to his extremely fit figure- he even had some tattoos. I sat in the living room, because I wasn't sure anyone would be up. But, I honestly didn't think I wanted to talk, but a yawning Louis came, claiming he was looking for his carrots. It was weird how he had some weird connection to carrots, but yeah.
He told me that he was extremely sorry, and that he was just caught in the moment. He was still getting over the fact that I didn't wanna be with him, and that it was the crappiest excuse in the world, and he told me that he felt like shit. I could certainly tell so from the bags underneath his eyes. He had come in wearing only his boxers, but seen me and ran off to wear something better. He thought I hadn't seen him, but I had. He droned on and on, telling me how sorry he was, even after I had told him that it was all good only about a zillion times and more. Eventually, I just said, "Louis, shut up. It's okay. I'm really sorry too, but I just thought that it would be for the best. I-I'm not sure I'm ready for that kind of thing yet." He had seemed relieved, but I had to ask him. I have no idea why, but I just did.
"Hey Lou?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm sorry for asking you this but... I don't even know how to put it..."
I thought for a couple seconds, as Louis watched me intently, "Why do you like me? Not in that way, but, why are you so nice to me? All of you? You could be with anyone- why me? I don't deserve any of this. You're smart, funny, intelligent, cheeky, fun, caring, talented... Just everything. And I'm... WEll, I suck at anything physical unless it's arms wrestling and sit ups. I'm all brains and books, and you guys could have pretty much anyone. I... I really don't want you to do this because you feel... I don't know... Sorry for me? I-", I was immediately cut off by Louis, who had gripped me shoulders. My eyes were brimming with tears, hopefully unnoticable, and I looked down to hide the and to prevent them from spilling over. Louis brought up my chin so that I looked straight into his startlingly blue eyes.
"If anything, we're selfish, because we don't wanna share you. Hell, I'm speaking for myself. You're amazing, you know that? You're pretty much the things you said we are, but on a much higher level. And everyone else in school or anywhere else? They're jealous. All those girls that tease you do it because they want to make you feel small and bad and horrible so that you lose that charm, that... Jennaness. And you don't show it in front of everyone, but you're amazing. Boys are head over heels for you. They tease you casue that's what everyone else does and they wanna look cool. They're scared why they're so... Hypnotized by you."
"Lou... Please tell me the truth. Don't", I pleaded. He was making things up, trying to make me feel better, when all I wanted to know was the truth.
"Jenna. You know this. You just won't accept it. And never lose that youness. I'm not lying. If you don't believe me, don't. But that is the truth. Now I'm walking with you to help you get your will. Don't let this faze you. You're gonna be okay. We're all gonna help you through this. I'm so sorry, but we're gonna get through this."
And for the first time since the news, I actually believed it. I was gonna be okay.

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