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    “I need her. I need her soft voice to speak encouraging words, I need her light to push against the shadows inside of my mind.”

    -Hardin Scott, After We Fell

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    Never Thought It’d Be You

    Pt. 11 -Hardin Scott x Chubby Reader-


    (Being the new girl in high school sucked. Even worse when the guy who is the “bad boy” keeps bothering you. What is a girl to do?”)


    I avoided Mars, Zed, and Hardin all weekend. I was still thinking about every memory that kept flooding back. I told mom and she took me to the hospital right away. They done scans and all to make sure I was okay. Everything came back clear. They were thankful that my memories had returned and said that a couple of days I would be a bit dazed or in dreamland a lot.

    But it was Monday and I wanted to go to school. Though I knew I had to see everyone. I wished I could just run. No. Wait, I can’t do that again. Mom was a mess, so was Mars. Hardin was even worse. He cried when I left. He was emotional when he showed up to get me back home.

    I had never had anyone to care about me like Hardin. Yes he was an asshole. I was too. Both of us damaged. Both of us in love with one another. But how would I tell them my memories were back. I made mom promise not to say anything. That I had to be the one to do it on my own terms. She thankfully agreed.

    I was headed downstairs when I heard voices in the kitchen. “Is she coming to school today?”

    Hardin.

    “I don’t know sweetie. She hasn’t felt well. Maybe she just needs time.” My mom was trying to be caring and convincing all at once.

    I wanted to go to school. I was already dressed for it. But hearing Hardin, I knew I wasn’t ready. I had to give myself time. I sat down on the staircase. My head in between my hands.

    Hardin came out from the kitchen. He just so happened to look up at me. “Y/N.”

    “Hardin.”

    He made his way up the staircase a little. “How are you feeling?”

    I shrugged. Play it cool, I got this. “I am good. Mom doesn’t think I should go to school. But I have half the mind to go.”

    “Don’t kids normally try to stay away from school?”

    “Don’t owners usually keep their lap dogs with them at all times?”

    He gave me a stern look. I know I shouldn’t have said it but if I am not telling him I have my memories back. I have to do the next best thing. Be an ass. I knew it would get on his nerves and he would fire back.

    “Maybe you should stay home.” He went to walk down the staircase.

    I got up and followed him. “Nope. You’re taking me to school Scott.”

    “Who said? I’m not a fucking butler or some shit.”

    I got in the passenger side. “I said. Now let’s get going. Don’t want to keep your lap dog waiting.”

    Hardin greeted his teeth. He got in his car, slamming the door. I looked over at him. “I thought you didn’t want your doors slammed.”

    “It was under a special circumstance. Plus, it’s my bloody car.”

    I waved my hands in the air. “It’s my bloody car. Look at me, I’m Hardin Scott.”

    A smirk played on his lips. “You make me sound like an old woman.”

    “Maybe you are an old woman. You’re moody all the time.” I turned on his radio.

    “I guess that makes you an old woman as well.”

    “I think not Scott. I don’t have mood swings like you do.”

    He laughed. “You have more mood swings than I do. But I guess I would get why.”

    “Why?”

    He shook his head. “Nothing. Not until you remember, will I say things.”

    I shrugged. “Whatever.” We pulled up to the school. Mars and Zed were all over one another. “God, could they be more annoying?”

    Hardin looked to where my eyes were. “They love each other. That thing happens when you love someone.”

    “Not me. I will never have a boyfriend. It’s trouble. They are assholes.” I kind of repeated my words I did when he stayed over to watch a movie.

    He shook his head and got out. I jumped out and ran over to Mars and Zed. Hardin making his way to his crew and his lap dog. “Oh Hardin!”

    He stopped to turn towards me. “Tell the lap dog I said hey.”

    He huffed and stalked off. I laughed. “Should you be here Y/N?”

    I looked to Mars. “I don’t know really. But I wanted out of the house.”

    Zed scrunched up his nose. “So you decide on school?”

    “Better than nothing Zed. Come on. Let’s go. What classes do I have?” Mars handed me a piece of paper. I knew my classes already but I had to play along.

    “After first block, do you need help finding the others?” Mars put her hand on my arm.

    “I will manage Mars bar. Don’t worry.”

    First and second block went by fast, third was dreadful, and then I got to my last block. I was in that class with Hardin and along with Molly. I was going to be sick. How could I keep up with all this. Shit.

    I walked in and started to go straight to my seat. But I was stopped by Molly. “I see you are back.”

    “Who are you?”

    She gave a snarl. “You’re kidding right? What, did you lose your mind?”

    “Actually, I did. I have no memory of you.”

    “I’m Molly.”

    I stopped and acted like I was thinking. “Oh, that’s right. You’re Hardin’s lap dog. I remember you from that party. Other than that I have no recollection of you.”

    “Well, I just want to warn you. Hardin is mine. So stay away from him.”

    I chuckled. “Lap dog is protective of its owner. Don’t worry, I am not interested in him.”

    I walked by Hardin, he stopped me. His face stone cold. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

    “I was talking to your lap dog. She warned me to stay away from you because you are hers. She is one protective lap dog.”

    He rolled his eyes. “She isn’t…I’m not her boyfriend. I only am interested in one person.”

    “Oh, what a shame. Do I need to tell her that? Because she seems to have claim to you.”

    He was getting pissed. “Look, I get you don’t have your memory back and may not get it back. But don’t be such an ass.”

    I rolled my eyes. “Is the big bad boy going to cry? Should I go grab the tissues off the professors desk?”

    I shook my head and went on to my seat. I looked down at Molly. I was furious. How dare she? Hardin was never hers. He is mine. Though he doesn’t know that. Because I haven’t said I have got my memory back. She was flipping her hair and being a total slut. When I looked away from her and to Hardin, he was staring at me. Even when I caught him, he didn’t look away. I held his gaze. Everything inside me was set ablaze. There was no way I could sit through this class right now. I gathered up my stuff, quickly got up, and shot out the door. The professor yelling at me wondering where I was going.

    I ran outside, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I need to get out of here. I needed to just go back home. Today was a bad idea.

    “Y/N.”

    I looked up to see him. “Hardin.”

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    Never Thought It’d Be You

    Pt. 10 -Hardin Scott x Chubby Reader-


    (Being the new girl in high school sucked. Even worse when the guy who is the “bad boy” keeps bothering you. What is a girl to do?”)


    I woke up and headed straight to the bathroom. I noticed the shower running as I put my head over the toilet. I threw up and threw up. My head was busting and I didn’t know if I would stop throwing up. What the fuck did I do? Why was I here? Wherever here is. And who was in the fucking shower?

    I stood up and went to the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like death. The door on the shower opened revealing Hardin. God please tell me I didn’t do anything with him?

    He had concern on his face. “Are you okay Y/N?”

    I shook my head. “My head is busting and I threw up in your toilet. I look like death. What happened?”

    He wrapped his towel around him. “Well you decided you needed to get drunk and smoke pot. I brought you here so your mother wouldn’t be worried or disappointed.”

    I rubbed my face. “God, I’m in so much trouble. There goes my sobriety.”

    Hardin stood behind me. “It’s okay. We will get you on the right track. Your mom thinks you are with Zed and Mars. It’ll be okay. Get cleaned up. I’ll have your clothes fresh and waiting on the counter. Then I’ll take you home.”

    I nodded. I waited for him to go out the bathroom door. I pulled off the clothes he apparently lent to me. I turned on the hot water and stepped in. Hoping it would wash everything away. I took his body wash and washed myself off. It smelt so good. Making my head swim. Then I took his shampoo and conditioner and washed my hair. This boy as much as he got on my nerves, he smelt fucking fantastic.

    When I got out, my clothes were waiting for me. So was a tooth brush, headache meds, and a bottle of water. I took the meds first and then brushed my teeth. After I got ready and went out into his room. Hardin was sitting on his bed. His hands covering his face as his elbows were on his legs.

    I sat down by him. Not too close but beside him nonetheless. “Are you okay?”

    He looked at me. Had he been crying? “I’m fine Y/N. We should get you home.”

    Ouch. That was cold. I followed him downstairs and out to his car. The ride to my house was silent. Did I do something? I don’t think I did. I mean we didn’t even know each other.

    He parked in front of my house. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

    He snapped. “I’m fucking fine. Now get inside.”

    I glared at him. Trying to burn a hole threw him. “Look I was just asking. You seemed a bit down. You don’t have to be such an asshat.”

    He looked over at me. “Get inside Y/N.”

    “Look stop telling me what to do. Next time I won’t fucking ask how you are. You can sit there and cry as much as you want.” I got out of his car and slammed his door.

    I stalked up to my house. I heard his car door open and shut. “Hey!”

    I swirled around facing him. “What do you want?”

    “Don’t fucking slam my door!”

    “Oh fuck off Hardin!”

    He tugged at his hair. “Why? Why did you have to fucking lose your memory? Things were so great.”

    I was confused. “What do you mean?”

    “Have you not looked at your phone?”

    I shook my head. “Haven’t been able to find it. Must have lost it when I moved.”

    He sighed and went to his car, opening the passenger side door. He fumbled around and then came back to me. “Check your phone. Look at our texts. The pictures. Then call me or whatever when you’re ready to discuss what you’ve read and seen.”

    Hardin walked off and drove off. Leaving me there wondering what the fuck he was on about. I walked through the door and mom was right there. “Oh sweetie. Are you okay?”

    “Yes mom. Just tired. Zed and Mars kept me up after studying watching movies. Crap, I forgot my bag. I’ll get it later.”

    “I’ll call Mars to bring it by. Go get some rest honey.” I nodded and went to my room.

    I plopped down on my bed and fell backwards onto it. I looked at my phone. Turning it in my hands. What if I didn’t like what I saw or read? Then what? Or what if I did? Hardin did say to call or whatever after I’ve went through my phone. Was I even ready to turn on my phone?

    I sat up and kicked my shoes off so I could get comfortable on my bed. I leaned back against my pillows and turned on my phone. There was a picture of me and Hardin on the lock screen. He was looking adoringly at me. What the hell? I opened up and my home screen was Hardin kissing my cheek. I was all smiles. What the fuck?

    I went to my pictures, I flipped through them. There was one of Hardin and I shirtless and smiling. One where we were cuddled together. One where we were kissing. But where were they taken? Every picture I saw was from just this one date. But why?

    I went to text messages. I seemed tot all to Mars about Hardin a lot. First about how he annoyed me. Then admitting I loved him! What the fuck?! No way! Even talking to Zed about it! My head was swimming. Then I hit the texts from Hardin, we were bickering and then there was messages of the day after saying he loved me and couldn’t believe I was his. How much did I lose when I got hit?

    I threw my phone. I couldn’t help but cry. I wish I could remember it. I wish I could remember Hardin. But there was nothing there. We bickered like we do now and then we loved each other. How could that be? I’ve only been here for a week. No, wrong. Mom said we had lived here for three months. So, I’ve missed three months of my life. And one perfect night it looked like with Hardin Scott.

    I had no idea how to remember him. Or remember anything that had happened the past three months. I wish I didn’t get hit with that ball. What asshole throws a ball at a girl? I laid there and cried until I fell asleep.


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    I started picking pieces in my dream. Holding Hardin close. Writing cunt in his car hood. Calling Molly his lap dog. I couldn’t get myself to wake up. It was like I was being hit with so much information that I couldn’t process like I should. I thrashed around in bed.

    Hardin smiling at me. Hardin telling me he was in love with me but I left him. I left everyone. But he came to find me and I finally admitted that I wanted to go home and be with him. Then there was Dylan, my boyfriend that ended up being a shithead. He hit me with the ball. Hardin took me to the hospital.

    I even puked in front of him. But he was just worried about getting me to the hospital. He kept telling me not to go to sleep. Even memories before then ran through my mind. The night him, Zed, and Mars spent the night. The night that he stayed over and slept with me when I had my nightmares.

    “Call my mom.”

    “I will. I love you.”

    I love you too. I love you too. I love you too. I jolted up. I was sweating. I never told him I loved him. He doesn’t know I love him. I started crying. How could I forget how much I love Hardin? He loves me so much. I could tell by the way he took care of me and stayed so protective over me.

    I got up and changed into different clothes. I laid back down and started crying again. I cried myself to sleep. Not knowing what to do or think.

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    Never Thought It’d Be You

    Pt. 9 -Hardin Scott x Chubby Reader-


    (Being the new girl in high school sucked. Even worse when the guy who is the “bad boy” keeps bothering you. What is a girl to do?”)


    It had been a week since the hospital. I was on bed rest for most of it. I couldn’t even go to school. But Mars and her boyfriend Zed would bring me my homework and school studies. Zed was really nice. I was happy for Mars and Zed. Though of course I had to threaten him. He hurts her, I’ve got his balls to feed to him.

    It was Saturday and Mars was sitting on the end of my bed doing last minute homework. I just read and kept quiet. Until she looked at me and I could feel it. “Take a picture Mars.”

    “Sorry. How are you feeling?”

    I shrugged. “Like always. I need to get out of this fucking house. Mom has kept me in here the whole time. I know I had a concussion but I’m fine now.”

    “Doesn’t it take like a month before you’re fully healed?”

    I gave her a stern look. “Mars, I swear. Please tell me there is a party going on somewhere.”

    She looked away and shrugged. “I guess I could ask Zed.”

    I jumped up and got giddy. “Please. I would love that. I need it.”

    “Okay, let me call him. You go take care of your mom.”

    I was out the door before anything else was said. I found mom sitting on the couch. “Hey mom. So, Zed wants to have us over for a study session. Is that okay?”

    She looked up at me. “I don’t know. How are you feeling?”

    “I feel fine. No dizziness or puking.”

    She sighed. “As long as you don’t stress yourself too much.”

    I smiled. “Thank you mom. Zed and Mars will call if something happens and I’ll be on my best behavior.”

    She rolled her eyes, snorting. “Right. Go before I change my mind.”

    I turned around and ran upstairs. “We can go out! Text Zed and tell him that we are having a study session, that’s what I told my mom.”

    Mars shook her head. “How do you do this?”

    “Easy. I tell her what she wants to hear. Plus she likes Zed and you. She trust you both.”

    “I’ll text him. Then we can get ready.”

    I knew Mars wasn’t a fan of parties but I had to get out. I wouldn’t go hard. I just needed to get out and flirt. Mingle. I wanted to look cute tonight. So, I decided on my cut off shorts, with leggings underneath, a band shirt, Vans, and my beanie. I put on light makeup and curled my hair. I put on my best perfume and sat on my bed waiting for Mars to get ready.

    She decided on jeans and a cute shirt with her hoodie. A bit of makeup and her hair in a ponytail. She didn’t like going to parties so she didn’t put in effort. Plus she had Zed who would kill any guy who tried to touch her.

    I heard Mars’s phone go off. “He is here.”

    I smiled getting up off the bed. I made my way downstairs. I had my bag over my shoulder, like I was ready to study hard. “Please be careful. Zed, Mars, call if anything happens.”

    Zed gave a brilliant smile. “We will. Promise. But things will be okay. Just studying.”

    I got in the back of the car and gave Zed a pat on the back. “You done so well Zed.”

    “Thanks. I have experience with lying.”

    Mars shot him a look. “I’m trying to stop. But I agree with Y/N, she needs to get out and have fun.”

    Mars crossed her arms. She wouldn’t stay made at him long. She’d be clinging to him once we got to the party. There was no way those two would get out of each other’s sight.

    We pulled up to the party and it was booming. I jumped out before they could and made my way up the side walk. Everyone was already plastered. I went inside and it was like I went up in Snoop Dogg’s house. The smoke came rolling. I walked through the living and to the kitchen. I grabbed a cup and poured myself a drink. It was very fruity yet the alcohol was strong. No wonder these assholes are plastered.

    “Y/N.” I turned to find Mars. “You aren’t supposed to be drinking.”

    “Oh come on Mars. I’m going to be okay.”

    She crossed her arms. “You haven’t drank since two years ago.”

    I looked at my cup. I gulped it down. “I’ll start being sober again now.”

    She scolded me like my mother would. I waved her off and went around seeing everyone dance and sitting around. I grabbed a random guy and started to dance with him. He was sweet. I could tell by how he kept his distance. I wasn’t feeling it. I kissed his cheek and pushed him down to sit. Then walked off.


    Hardin POV:

    I was sitting with Molly and the rest of them. When I looked up, I saw her. She was dancing with some guy who had no clue what the fuck he was doing. It pissed me off to see him even that close to Y/N. I wanted to rip his hands off.

    Molly tapes my shoulder. “You okay?”

    “Yep.” I got up and went to find Zed and Mars. I knew they were the ones to bring her here.

    I went into the kitchen and saw them. “What the fuck? Why did you bring her here?”

    Zed shrugged. “She wanted to get out of the house.”

    “Does her mom know?”

    Mars frowned. “She thinks we are studying.”

    “Excuse me. Y/N shouldn’t be here. I’m calling her mom.”

    I was surprised when Mars put her hand on my arm. “Please Hardin. Don’t. Her mom will kill all of us. We just have to make sure she doesn’t hit her head. She had a drink. She just doesn’t care right now. She is back to the same old Y/N. Which I like but then again, I wish she was back to having her feelings again.”

    I sighed. “Fine. I won’t call. But we all keep an eye on her.”


    Y/N POV:

    I made my way through the party. I took a hit off a joint and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. I went upstairs to get away from everyone. Here I wanted to get out just to go find a place to be by myself. I was messed up. I should have listened to Mars.

    I checked the first door I came too. It was locked but no one was in there. I could tell by no sound. I picked the lock and went in. I closed the door and locked it. I sat on the bed and looked around, taking a drink. It was definitely a guys room. He had so many books and music. Whoever he was, he had great taste.

    I sat the bottle down on the dresser and walked around. It was getting stuffy. I went over and opened the window. I took in the smell of fresh air. It was a bit chilly. But it felt good against my hot skin. I was in my own head and didn’t even notice someone came in.

    “What are you doing?”I jumped and looked at the figure behind me.

    It was him. “Getting away from people.”

    “If you wanted to be away from people, why not stay home?”

    I rolled my eyes. “I wanted to get out of my house.”

    He looked at the bottle on the dresser. “You’ve been drinking.”

    “Yep and I smoked some pot. You going to tell my mommy on me. Not like the first time she’s heard me getting into trouble.”

    He looked amused. “No, your secret is safe with me.”

    Just then someone busted up into his room. She had pink hair. “Hardin. Come back downstairs.”

    Hardin kept standing there staring at me while the girl hung off him like cheap curtains. “Molly, go back down to the party.”

    She smirked. “Or we could stay up here.”

    He moved her arm off his. “No. Go downstairs. Now.”

    Molly puckered her bottom lip out. “Whatever. Now that sh…” He stared down at her hard and angry.

    She rolled her eyes and left the room. I laughed. “Nice lap dog you have there. Molly, great name for a lap dog too.”

    He chuckled. “She’s not my lap dog. I don’t like her.”

    “She definitely likes you.”

    His jaw tightened, he stepped closer to me. “So. I’m not interested in her.”

    I pushed him back. “And I’m not interested in you. So, you can take those eyes of yours and that boyish smirk and leave.”

    “You’re in my room.” He states harshly.

    I raised my eyebrows. “Note taken. I’ll leave then.”

    I yanked the bottle out of his hand and headed downstairs. I wanted to find a buddy to get drunk with. I saw someone in the circle Molly was sitting with. He was a cute brown headed boy, nice blue eyes. I went over and sat by him.

    “Hey, want to get drunk with me?”

    He smiled. “Sure.”

    We started drinking and getting high. Hardin came down and sat on the couch with Molly. He kept staring at me. It was getting kind of annoying. I shoved the bottle to the guy and got up. I made my way through the party and outside. I started walking towards my house. To get away from Hardin.

    Soon I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see him coming up behind me. “Go home Hardin.”

    “I have to keep an eye on you.”

    “And why is that?”

    He stuck his hands in his pockets. “Because your mum. I know she would not like this or see you like this.”

    “How the fuck would you know that? You don’t even know us.”

    “Actually I do. You just can’t fucking remember. You’re not going home. You’ll come to my place.” He tried grabbing me underneath my elbow.

    I pulled away. “Like hell. I’m going home. I can sneak in through my window.”

    “No.” His eyes were cold. “You will come back to my place. I will make Mars tell your mom that you two are sleeping over at Zed’s. But I’m not letting her see you like this. Not after all the shit you two have been through.”

    I was silent. I didn’t really know what to say. So, I let him lead me to his car. I loved it. It was a bit like mine. We rode in silence all the way to his house. It was huge. About as big as my mom’s place.

    He opened the door to let me out. I was a bit tipsy. Almost falling out of the car, he grabbed me and held on. “Come on drunk. Let’s get you inside and in bed.”

    I was feeling like shit so I didn’t argue. When we were inside I was trying to be quiet. But I kept whining. About what I wasn’t for sure myself.

    Hardin took me into a room similar to the one back at the frat house. He pulled out boxers and a shirt. “Here. Go into my bathroom and change.”

    I nodded, taking the clothes. It took me a bit but I got out of my clothes and got into his. They smelled so good. Making my head swim. I came out to Hardin asleep on his bed. I sighed rolling my eyes. I made him scoot over and got in under the covers. I couldn’t believe I was having to share a bed with this ass.

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    Never Thought It’d Be You

    Pt. 8 -Hardin Scott x Chubby Reader-


    (Being the new girl in high school sucked. Even worse when the guy who is the “bad boy” keeps bothering you. What is a girl to do?”)


    I woke up with bright lights shining in my fucking face. What the hell happened? I sat up slowly because I didn’t know if I messed up anything or what. I could hear my mother outside in the hallway. I looked around the room and saw a guy sleeping on the couch. Who was he?

    My mom walked in, her eyes going wide when she saw I was awake. “Oh, honey, I am so glad you are okay.”

    I hugged her back tightly. “Hey mom.”

    When she let go of me, she shined a light in my eyes. I knew what to do. “Are you feeling okay? How’s your head?”

    “My head? What am I even doing here mom?”

    She ran a hand over her face. “How much do you remember?”

    I sat there and thought a bit. “I remember us moving and I was getting ready to go to the new school.”

    She sucked in a breath. “Y…you don’t remember anything or anyone else?”

    I shook my head. “Mars, Uncle Mark, and Aunt June. But that’s it. Should I remember other stuff.”

    The guy woke up on the couch and sat up. A little smile on his face. “Hey sleepy head. How are you feeling?”

    “I’m okay. I guess.”

    He came and sat beside me on the bed. “I’m glad you’re okay baby.”

    What the fuck did he call me? I’m no ones baby. “Excuse me. Who are you?”

    He was about to touch my cheek and then his hand fell. “It’s Hardin. Your boyfriend.”

    “I don’t think so. I have never wanted a boyfriend and for good reason.” I looked to my mom. “Mom, please get him out. My head hurts and I don’t have time for this bullshit.”

    She nodded quickly. “Hardin, come on. I’ll explain in the hall.”

    He looked like he was about to cry. But I didn’t care. I had no clue who the fuck he was. I slid back down in the bed and closed my eyes.


    Hardin POV:

    “What in the hell was that back there?” I ran my hands over my face. I was trying not to cry. “How could she not know me?”

    Her mum’s hand gently laid on my upper arm. “Hardin, the only thing she last remembers is fixing to leave to go to the new school you attend. After that, there is nothing else.”

    I paced in front of her mum. “You’re telling me she has no memory of the past what three or four months.”

    Her mum shook her head. “No. That can sometimes happen when you’ve had a concussion. She can hopefully get the memories back. But that ball hit her hard.”

    “I am going to kill him.” I was fishing around for my keys.

    “Hardin, going to that boy and hurting him isn’t going to help anything.”

    I stopped and focused on Y/N’s mum. “Like hell. I have to go.”

    I finally found my keys in my leather jacket pocket. I ran out to the elevators and was gone. I was going to fucking kill that bastard. Y/N and I had just got together. We moved pasted everything to get to where we are. I basically have lost the love of my life because of that asshole.

    I was almost to my car when I heard a door slam and Zed came up to stop me. “Hardin, you can’t go and beat the shit out of that guy.”

    “I can’t? What if it was Mars, Zed? Y/N and I haven’t been together but a day and I have lost her.” The tears start to fall.

    “She is up there. You just have to get her to fall for you again. Or maybe her memories will come back.”

    “Zed, either you come with me or you stay.” My face went stern.

    Zed turned to Mars. “I’ll be back later. I’m going to keep him out of trouble babe.”

    She nodded and went on to park. I envied her. Y/N would remember her. She would remember everyone but me. I know she wouldn’t remember Zed. But she liked him to begin with and will be friends with him before I knew it because he is with Mars.


    Y/N POV:

    Mars walked in the door and I was happy to see her. “Mars bar. What is going on? Did you hear, I’ve lost my memory.”

    She shook her head. “You aren’t sad you lost it?”

    “Why would I be? I can start fresh.”

    “Hardin. Your boyfriend.” She sat down in a chair.

    I rolled my eyes. “You know I don’t do boyfriends. I rather poke my eyeballs all day long.”

    Mars frowned. “Okay. Just don’t give Hardin a hard time.”

    “Why not? He isn’t anything to me.”

    She let out a huge sigh. “Just don’t. He has been through enough. I know you have to. I just want both of you to be okay.”

    “Thanks Mars bar. I will be all good.”


    Hardin POV:

    I got out of the car and slammed the door. I knew that fucker would be here on the football field. I jumped over the gate and went straight for him. I punched him and got on top of him taking out all my emotions out on him. I wanted him to feel everything I was feeling. I couldn’t help but cry and be furious at the same time.

    My shoulders were grabbed and I was being held back. “Hardin, stop. This won’t solve anything.”

    Dylan got up spitting blood out. “What the fuck was that?”

    “You mother fucker! She can’t remember the past three months because of you!”

    “What?”

    “That fucking football you hit her with yesterday! It gave her a fucking concussion and she can’t remember anything as far back as of three months! I lost her because of you!”

    Dylan started to laugh. “So, why would I care? She isn’t my girlfriend anymore. You have to deal with this.”

    I ripped myself out of Zed’s arms and went for him again. This time I wasn’t stopping. All I saw was red. I wanted him to not remember is fucking life. I wanted him to forget everything.

    Zed was yelling at me. “Hardin! The cops! I hear them! We have to go!”

    I still kept fighting with Dylan. Zed grabbed me and Dylan’s guys pulled Dylan away. “We have to go!”

    I ran back to the car and pulled out of there like a bat out of hell. I was shaking so bad. Once I found a place to pull over, I made Zed change seats with me. Making him drive. I thought I would have a panic attack.

    I just kept pulling at my hair and screaming. “Zed pull over! I need fucking air!”

    He nodded and pulled to the side of the road. I got out and took a quick breath in and threw up when I let it out. “Zed, I have water in my trunk.”

    Soon I was handed a water bottle. I swished it around in my mouth and spit it out. Then washed my knuckles off. Then I grabbed another and chugged it. I couldn’t keep the tears away. I was in shock. I wanted her to remember me. Not treat me like we first met.


    Note:*I am sorry if this is short. I am trying to space out the story as much as I can and keep it going.*

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    Never Thought It’d Be You

    Pt. 7 -Hardin Scott x Chubby Reader-


    (Being the new girl in high school sucked. Even worse when the guy who is the “bad boy” keeps bothering you. What is a girl to do?”)


    I woke up to loud banging on the motel door. I was cuddled up against Hardin. He was shirtless, as was I. I got up and threw on his shirt. I had no idea where mine went. I checked my appearance in the mirror before opening the door.

    “Thank god. I am glad you are okay and here.” Dylan just walked in the motel room.

    “What are you doing here Dylan?”

    “I have been so worried. I was giving you space and I figured I would come over this morning to talk. Especially about that punk from last night.”

    I heard the bed creek and looked over, Hardin was sitting up and glaring at Dylan. He was definitely pissed. He stood up and got half way in front of me, like a protective shield.

    “The punk is right here. If you have a problem with me. Take it up with me.”

    Dylan crossed his arms. “What the hell are you doing here?”

    Before Hardin could talk, I did. “He stayed the night. He came here after getting in a fight with you to apologize for everything.”

    “Did you fuck him?”

    My mouth dropped open. Dylan knew how I felt about sex. Hardin’s fist were turning white. “You know what you fucking wanker, leave. You have no right to say shit like that to her.”

    Dylan got up in Hardin’s face. “She’s my girlfriend.”

    I could see the veins popping out of Hardin’s neck. I got in front of Hardin. “No.”

    Dylan looked down at me. “What do you mean no?”

    “I’m not your girlfriend. You don’t know me Dylan. You don’t know who I really am. I came here to be someone different and honestly I hate it. I’m not peppy or a go getter. I am actually like Hardin. If you knew me, you would put me in the same category as Hardin and even the people who look like him at school.”

    “Baby, we can work this out. I am here.”

    I shook my head. “No. I’m done with you and that school. I’m going back home.”

    “You are?” I turned to see Hardin surprised.

    I smiled up at him. “Yes. I’m going back home. Where I belong.”

    He picked me up and spun me around. “Oh, Y/N, you have no idea how much that makes me happy.”

    I hugged him tight. “It makes me happy too.”

    Hardin put me down. Dylan still standing there. “Dylan, you’re a nice guy. But you aren’t Hardin. I have fought so much to stay away from this asshole but I can’t. He is it. You’re not.”

    “You know what, whatever. You wouldn’t have been that great of a fuck anyways. I can’t believe I made a beat with the guys.”

    Hardin went to charge at him but I stopped him. “He’s not worth it Hardin. Plus, things will get him. Trust me.”

    I smiled at Dylan. “Well you can go now. Be the prick you are. I wish you well.”

    Dylan looked disgusted and walked out, slamming the door behind him. “I should have punched that fucker in the face.”

    I put my back against the door. Hardin was sitting on the bed. “He honestly isn’t worth it.”

    “Any prick that hurts you is worth a punch in the face.”

    I laughed, I walked over taking his shirt off and giving it to him to put on. He shook his head. “I’ll go get another from my car. You keep it.”

    He got up and went out. I stood there waiting on him. When he came back it wasn’t a white shirt like he wore last night. It was one of his black ones. I walked up to him and sat on his lap. My head on his shoulder.

    “I am so ready to be back home.” I looked up at him. “To be with you.”

    Hardin smirked. “You’re already with me.”

    “No, I mean be your girlfriend.”

    He placed his thumb under my chin. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend? As juvenile as that word is. But I’ll take it. I’ll take everything.”

    I cupped his face and planted a kiss on his very kissable lips. “Of course Hardin.”

    He kissed me. “Good. Don’t ever leave me again. I don’t think I’d be able to take it. This month has been the worst month of my life.”

    “Same. Dylan sucks at kissing.” I teased.

    Hardin scolded me. “Don’t talk about him kissing you. It makes me want to punch his face in.”

    “Is someone jealous?”

    Hardin scrunched up his nose. “What? Me? No.”

    “Fine, I’ll go ask if Dylan wants to hangout.” I went to go get up and was pulled back to laying on the bed.

    Hardin getting on top of me. “Maybe I am a little. But can you blame me. You’re so fucking stunning.”

    My cheeks burned. “Hardin. Stop.”

    I covered my face. He pulled my hands away. “Don’t cover up. You are stunning. You take my breath away. The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

    “Who knew Hardin Scott could be this romantic?”

    He quickly rolled me over, spanking my ass. “Don’t get used to it. Get up so we can go to this school and get your papers and go home.”

    I jumped up and hit his butt. I ran out to his car and jumped in. He walked out shaking his head with a smirk. When he got in, I scooted closer to him. He was warm. His hand went straight to my thigh. His thumb rubbing circles on my jeans. It sent tingles throughout my body.

    I went into the office. It was a Friday and they were having a staff meeting. I asked the lady to get my transcripts and I was moving. After waiting for ten minutes, I finally had them. I ran out the door and before I knew it, I was on the ground, holding my head.

    Hardin ran up to me. “Baby, are you okay?”

    I had tears going down my cheeks. I wasn’t expecting a football to fly at my head. “It hurts, I thought I was going to pass out it him me that hard.”

    Hardin picked up the football and looked around. He held his hand out to me. “Come on babe. I need to take care of something.”

    I try holding him back. “Hardin, please. Don’t start a fight.”

    “That bastard threw a fucking football at your head. You could have got seriously hurt. I’m not letting this slide. I’ve let shit slide too much.” He walked me over by the bleachers and went out onto the field.

    I could hear every word. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You could have seriously hurt her.”

    Dylan laughed. “It was just a hit to the head.”

    Hardin grabbed him by the shirt. “If it hit just right, it would have killed her or make her go into the hospital.”

    Dylan tried to pull away. “She is fine.”

    Hardin let go and with one fast movement, his fist connected with Dylan’s face. He jumped him and started laying into him. Blood going everywhere. I was going to have to stop this. I took a deep breath and headed over to them.

    “Hardin, you’ll kill him!” Hardin tensed up and hit Dylan one more time.

    Hardin looked down at him. “You’re lucky she was here or I wouldn’t have stopped.”

    I pull on Hardin’s arm. “Please. Let’s go home.”

    Hardin put his arm around my waist to help me walk to the car. “I’m taking you to the hospital. You may have a concussion.”

    “Don’t be silly. I haven’t pu…” Then I threw up everywhere. Thank god it wasn’t in his car.

    “I think you’re right.” He nodded and got me in the car.

    I leaned my head on his shoulder, fighting sleep. I was tired from the drama and I guess the hit to the head. “Y/N, don’t go to sleep. We are almost there.”

    “Just let me rest my eyes for a bit.”

    I saw his hands get tighter on the stirring wheel. “No way baby. You stay awake. Talk to me about going home. Anything.”

    I laid my hand on his thigh. “I’m ready to see my mom. I missed her so much. Also Mars. Has Zed been on his best behavior?”

    Hardin laughed. “Yes. He knows to be good to Mars.”

    “Good or I’ll kick his ass.”

    Hardin stopped the car. “Come on. Let’s get you inside.”

    He held onto me while going in. “Can I get a fucking doctor?”

    Some male doctor ran up to us. “What happened?”

    “Concussion. A guy through a football at her head.”

    The doctor nodded and got me on a stretcher. I looked up at Hardin. Call my mom. Please.”

    “I will. I love you.”

    I passed out before I could even tell him I loved him back. I hadn’t told him I loved him just that I felt the same.

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