Somewhere, Someday

9

<A/N at end my loves>

The drive wasn't long and soon enough we were at the apartment building. It was a cloudy Sunday afternoon and I was sure it would rain. The day had started off pretty shitty. David came, hit me a bit, and then took the the car. The car I would need to get out of here. Without that car I had no way to leave here, and without much money I can't pay a cab. My idea of just driving to New York and getting a job until I could get into college and paying for it myself was gone. Although, it was stupid of me to think I could just go there easily, especially since I only had about $500 from a job I had recently. As always my dreams were too big, and I let them get the best of me. I always let myself get excited about the future, yet the future hasn't turned out any way I wanted it too. Now I should just relax, like Harry said, and let the future come to me. On its own terms.

We drove to the apartment pretty much in silence. I can think by now Harry has had enough of me being around, and wants me to leave. Can I really blame him? I mean I was starting to hate myself. The ride up the elevator was just as quiet as the car ride. There was nothing to talk about really, but it just would've felt less awkward.

Harry walks out of the elevator first and goes to unlock his apartment door. When we walk in we are greeted by Zayn, Niall, and Louis. Liam wasn't here, and somehow that made me kind of sad. All eyes are on us when we walk into the room. Of course they were probably looking at the mark on my face, and the cut that was near Harry's lip.

"What happened to you guys?" Louis asks us both. Harry ignores the question and walks straight for the kitchen.

"Long story." I didn't know if they wanted to hear about the stupid dramatic stuff Harry and I had went through. Honestly, I also didn't want them to hear what a screw up I was.

"Aren't you going to tell us? I mean what happened to your face?" Louis is the main one to ask questions right now. He was kind of like me, always excited to know more, and always wanted to learn new things. Harry must've really had to warm up to Louis, or else I doubt they could be these great friends.

"My ex-boyfriend found out that I took his car and came to get it. He's been getting a little violent lately and this happened." I say motioning to the mark on my cheek. I still needed to grab some ice for it. Harry disappeared into the kitchen and still hasn't come out. "Harry kind of fought him off of me too." I was always nervous to say anything about Harry. I never knew if he wanted certain things to be told.

"That asshole is obviously on drugs." Harry says appearing in the living room with an ice pack. David had started doing weed long before I tried it, once. He told me that cocaine was too expansive for him, but I doubt that kept him away.

"We should treat the mark before we put ice on it." Zayn says. He had been the one that fixed up my forehead when I went to that gas station. Thankfully, it was healing perfectly and that made me have hope that somehow my life could heal.

"Would you calm down Mr. Doctor. Ice will do it just fine." Harry hands me the ice pack wrapped in a dish towel. I slowly place it on the mark and it stings. Maybe we should treat this wound. Zayn notices my flinching when I put the ice pack on my face and walks towards me.

"Sarah, come on let's just treat it." Did Zayn even know how to clean this wound up, and how does he know so much about treating wounds? We head down the hall and walk into the bathroom. Zayn goes for the drawer right below the sink and finds a first aid kit. He takes out this cloth and starts wiping my cheek with it.

"How do you know so much about this stuff?" I as motioning to the first aid kit next to me.

"I'm majoring in medicine." I was pretty sure the community college here in Austin didn't have a medical program, or at least a good one. "I don't go to the community college with the rest of the guys." Somehow that was a relief, but then I could think how did Zayn know them?