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"Niall, why are you calling me at three in the morning?" David's raspy voice whispers through the phone.

"I can't, I can't sleep," I say. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. I sigh and roll over onto my side, hoping to get in a better position. No use.

"Take some NyQuil or something," he grumbles. I can hear a faint click of a light turning on before soft cursing and a sound of a light turning off.

"I can't take NyQuil, NyQuil with my medicine, my medicine."

"Right, right. Uhm, just take... take NyQuil, you'll fall sleep right 'way. Mmm, g'night, Niall," before I get a chance to respond, he had already hung up, probably already asleep.

I sigh again, carefully placing my phone to the side. I shuffle through my sheets, trying to find another position. I hate this. I hate not being able to sleep. I hate how I've gained at least 5 pounds. I hate how I had to give Bonnie to David for awhile so he can take care of her because I couldn't. Ever since I've taken my new medication- which was five days ago -I've been even worse. 'Dr.' Reed says I might not see results for another three weeks. I don't think I can last. My head might explode before results come.

By the time the sun should begin to rise, I've given up on sleeping and have decided to sit by my window. At exactly 4:04, it had started to flurry. At 5:58, it had become a full throttle blizzard. And at the moment, it's 7:12 and there's at least one foot on the ground.

I'm defiantly not going outside today. But may be I should. It'll get me good exercise if I shovel the sidewalks. I need to lose a few pounds anyway. The pudge on my sides could be counted as a muffin top now and I've gained a slight bulge in my stomach. I've tried eating less, without the exercise at first, but, that didn't do anything. It made me gain weight, actually. The extra weight has been a burden. Is this what overweight people feel like? I mean, the pudge has felt like a weight pulling me down, it should feel worse for the people more overweight than me.

At first, when I saw the pudge, I thought the medication was messing with my head. Turns out, the mirror nor I lied about the image for the scale proved the weight to be existent.

After the snow had toned down a bit, I gather snow garmets and head outside with a shovel in hand. There aren't many people walking or even driving on the roads at this time. Perfect conditions for shoveling.

I begin with the sidewalk right outside of the lobby. The snow is heavy but brings a heavenly burn in my back muscles. Before my OCD got severe, I used to do track and weight lifting. And after being lathargic for so long, it felt nice to be back in work.

Ten minutes later, my muscles were on fire and about to give out. Though before they could give out, I feel a sharp pain in my lower back. It feels like my back was almost spazzing out of control under the skin as I could feel a large knot start to form. I cry out, a whimper following as I take a seat on the sidewalk. I reach my arm around, trying to message the knot enough so I could walk. This did no use due to the amount of layers on me- I couldn't reach. I curse at myself under my breath, blaming myself for working out to such an extent, I pull a muscle. It didn't help nobody was around.

Minutes, hours may be, I still sit on the ground. Theres a burning sensation in my eyes, which I'm certain means I'm crying, though I can't feel due to my face being incredibly numb. By not working anymore and losing body heat, the parts of me loosely layered are paying the price. At this point, I'm getting desperate for any help. My phone. I remember its tucked in my pocket and reach to grab it, dialing Davids number as quick as my numb fingers can go, which isn't fast at all.

"What's up?" I hear his voice echo through the phone.

"P-please help," I stutter out, breathing out a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" His voice fills with panic.

"I pulled a muscle in my back, pulled a muscle, outside of m-my flat, flat."

Theres no sound on the other side of the line, "David?" Did I lose him?

"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes, hang on." Click.

He hung up on me. I don't care what he does at the moment, just as long as he gets here quickly.

I hear a clear of a throat minutes later. I look up and almost groan and cry on the spot. There, stands the famous Harry before me, his face bruised and battered. David.

"Uh, do you need-"

"I'm w-waiting for David, David please go away, go away." I interrupt him, blowing out a breath.

"That's why I'm here," he says apprehensively.

"Huh?" I squint my eyes at him. Why would David send the person I despise to help me?

"He asked me to help you, now, give me your hand," he holds out his hand. I glare up at him, making no movement to take his hand. He sighs, "please?"

This could go two ways. I could piss him off and make him walk away, leaving me still sitting here or I could get his help, and then, send him out the door. The first option would sound appealing if I wasn't sure I was getting frostbite. I sigh and put my hand in his. He slowly pulls me up, I, groaning and moaning in the process. The knot pulls even tighter than before, almost leaving me breathless.

"I can carry you?" Harry says awkwardly when I stand on my feet.

I shake my head and close my eyes, leaning against him. His hand rest on my back, clutching me to him. Usually in this situation, I would blush, this isn't the case this time. We begin to walk side by side into my flat. I occasionaly lose balance along the way, sending me into his side and grabbing for his jacket. His jacket feels warm and I almost crack and touch his chest. No, stop it. I sigh and open the door to my flat.

I get lead to my bed, crying out when I bend my back too far. Harry quickly sputters out apologies, being more gentle.

"You okay now?" He ask.

I know if I don't do something about the knot, it's going to be worse in the morning and if I don't take off these layers, I'm going to melt.

"T-take off my, my clothes, my, my jackets," I say, trying to sit up. He helps sit me up. Not long afterwards, zipping, groaning, and pulling fill the flat. I'm soon left in sweatpants and a t-shirt.

I nod my head in appreciation before asking for my next request. "Can you, can you message my back, my back, please?" He hesitates before simply nodding. Relief floods through me as I move to lay on my front.

He shuffles towards me, crossing his legs when he sits beside me, putting pressure on my back. I groan in plesure as the knot begins to loosen with each press of his hands. The warmth relaxes me, making me want to melt. But not the melt from having too many layers, the melt of somebodies skin touching yours in such an enjoyable way it makes your insides crumble and your mind fuzzy. The touch of a special somebody that ignites something deep within you and makes you want to melt. The touch that makes you breathless and weak. And that feeling comes from Harry. The one person I wish it wouldn't come from.

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omg i am so sorry for the late update. homeowork and things going on at home got in the way. and i would have posted yesterday but i didnt want to give you another sucky chapter so i decided to wait until today.

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