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A couple of days had passed since then, and Harry spent every moment of the day with Carter. He’d chat to her about the old memories they shared, and cuddled her when she was down. She was discharged from the hospital yesterday, so they went straight back home.
Carter had been very affectionate towards Harry. Sneakily pecking him on the cheek every so often, telling him she loves him frequently and never wanting to leave his arms.
The bad news is, she didn’t remember Liam or any of the boys for that matter. Harry said he would wait until later to go through it with her. She didn’t remember...
A few days had passed since then, and, as Carter had requested, things went back to normal. Harry was much more aggressive towards her and her beatings had become daily again, although Harry seemed reluctant to hit her. She listened to everything he said and went where he wanted to go. They had also gone back to school, where Lucy made Carter’s life even more of a misery. Carter wasn’t herself at all; she was more like a ghost. She barely ate, she never spoke and she didn’t sleep much at night.
The only brightness left in her eyes was Liam, Niall, Zayn and Louis. She talked to them every...
A week later, everything was finally starting to get back to normal. Carter was a lot less dependent on Harry, and wanted to be alone more. School was no different though, as anytime Harry turned his back, Lucy would think of something horrible to do to Carter. That was the kind of thing that would upset Carter for the day, with the aid of medication doing nothing for her.
Carter’s depression was also putting a large amount of stress on Harry. He didn’t sleep much at night in case something happened to Carter. As of yet nothing has, but you can never be sure, right? She may suddenly decide...
Harry groaned as he got out of bed the next morning. He dragged himself down the stairs and into the kitchen. He had a bad hangover as a result of the amount of alcohol he had consumed last night and a pounding headache to top it all off. He opened the drawer and took out two painkillers. He threw them back his throat and forced them down with a glass of water.
He re-heated some left-over pizza from last night and brought it into the sitting room. He flopped onto the couch and switched the channel on the TV, wrapping a duvet around him afterwards.
The next morning, Carter shot up from her bed and stood up. She journeyed into her en-suite bathroom and looked in the mirror. Dark bags hung under her eyes and she looked very pale. Sticky blood marks clung on her arm and she wiped them carefully with a cloth, wincing as she did so. She tied her hair into a messy bun and threw on a hoodie.
She couldn’t seem to stop sneezing and had a horrible headache. She felt so un-well and didn’t feel up to anything today. She dragged her body down the stairs and ventured into the sitting room. Harry smiled warmly at her when he saw her, which made her...