Chapter 18

(A/N: Ahhh, so Jesse and I went to a concert last night, my ears are ringing really bad, we stood next to a speaker, so it hurts...and we saw the Led Zeppelin Tribute band- Zoso, which they were AMAZING last night. So glad we went, Jesse and I were screaming loud, and reaching our hands out, she caught a t-shirt that the opening act called - Stoke Row tossed at her, luckily it was her size, lol. Anyways, great night, extremely exhausted so this might not be as good.)

Chapter 18 :D

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Jesse's POV

Did he think that he could just run like that? Oh no he didn't, nah, I'm not going to snap my fingers, how awkward would I look alone in a room snapping her fingers to her thoughts...yeahh...what a freak.

He's such a devious boy, I swear, he's always trying to get away either with the small pecks or the short snogging, like come on. I thought I was only his drummer, I shook my head, I need to get back at him...hm, is there a way to get back at him?

Maybe tomorrow, I didn't realize how tired I was going to be, it is getting quite late.

I stretched out on the couch, I didn't think it was going to be this hard, it's not comfy at all, gah, oh well.

"I can't sleep." I sat up after closing my eyes for a few minutes or so, the lights were out, so it was much harder to see much.

"Jesse." I heard someone whisper.

"Huh?"

"Remember me?" The same voice whispered, but it was getting closer.

"Harry, can you just go back to bed?" I rolled my eyes, even if he couldn't see me doing it.

"Harry? I'm not Harry." The voice chuckled softly.

"Where are you?" I tried squinting in the dark, but it wasn't helping anyone.

I felt someone grab me by the waist and the other arm around my neck with a cold, metal knife hovering my skin on my neck.

"Remember me now?"

"No, who are you?!"

"Shhh...it's me, you remember me, you left me, you left me after that date, you weren't supposed to see me at my house."

"Matthew?! You slept with a girl after our date!"

"So? I got drunk, who cares, you didn't have to be such a baby over it." 

"You're a sick person! I realized that after you went to that mental hospital!"

"Oh, you think I was crazy too?"

"Jesse? Are you okay?" I heard Harry's voice, barley any light shining.

"Harry! Run!" I yelled, struggling in Matthew's arms.

"What? Why?! What is it?!"

"Hahaha, he won't be able to escape, he'll just die along with you, but first..." Matthew shoved me down on the floor, I had hit my arm against a table, I looked back and a small lamp was turned on.

"Now watch this, Jesse, pretty boy isn't going to live much longer." 

"Don't! Don't do it! PLEASE?!" I begged, holding my arm against my chest in pain, I felt something dripping onto my hand, it was my blood, I had cut my arm.

Harry couldn't see much, I could tell he was trying to find him, but Matthew shoved the knife into his stomach where Harry bent over, blood spilling out of his mouth.

"I'm...so sorry...Jesse..." Harry said, clutching his stomach, rolling onto the floor, barely breathing.

"Matthew!!!!!" I screamed, trying to shove him, and reach Harry, but he was still, his eyes were watching the ceiling, but he was dead, completely dead.

"Ah!" I woke up with sweat dripping off of my forehead, my arm had a small cut along it, I realized I had really cut it on the sharp edge of the table in front of me, blood spots trailed the edge of it. I got up from the couch, running towards the bedroom.

I just had to check on him, I just wanted to be safe than sorry.

I quietly cracked the door, it was too dark to see anything, I slowly opened it, and closed it behind me, walking towards the bed.

"Harry?" I whispered, trying to feel for any object near me, now I was touching something soft, fur like, oh, it's a blanket.

"Harry?" I whispered again, I could feel his body through the blanket, I lightly shook him.

"Hm? What?" Harry said, tiredly.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?" Harry sat up, I saw that movement, he stared at me, he's now wide awake.

"I, I just had a nightmare, that's all, you died...so I was trying to save you...but you were dead...yeah..." I explained, biting my lip.

"Well, I am completely alive, are you bleeding?" Harry turned on the lamp beside him, a bright light exposed in the room, he examined my gash along my arm, it was kind of a long, deep cut, but I really didn't care.

"Ummm..." I didn't know what to say.

"What did you do?"

"I have no idea, but I was bleeding in my dream." I told him, looking at it too.

"There's blood on your shirt too, come on, let's get you cleaned up." Harry removed the blanket, showing him in just his boxers, oh my god.

"Harry!"

"What?"

"Put some clothes on!"

"You're lucky I am wearing boxers, love, I usually just sleep in the nude." He winked, taking me into the bathroom, another bright light turning on, he grabbed a rag from beneath the sink, carefully soaking it in warm water, then bringing it up to the cut, it kind of stinged a little, but I, hm how would I say it, oh, I womaned up.

"Sorry, it's kind of deep, let me look for a bandage." Harry apologized, making me hold the rag tight against my arm as he checked for the first aid kit, which was in a closet.

"Okay, here we go." Harry opened the first aid, moving things around before he found it, wrapping it around my arm, he did it ever so gently.

"Thanks." I mumbled to him, still watching his fingers wrap it around.

"I'd always help, you sleep in the bed, I'll take the couch." Harry offered, putting away the first aid, and tossing the bloody, soaked rag into the mini trash can.

"No, no, it's too hard, I'm alright with it."

"No arguements, love." Harry shook his head, which made his curls move back and forth.

"I've already won the arguement and that's final." I told him.

"Here, I have a solution to this problem." Harry smiled.

"And what's that?" I raised an eye brow.

"We can share the bed." Harry's smiled soon turned into a cheeky smirk.

"No, no way." I shook my head.

"Come on, I won't try anything, please?" Harry begged.

"If your hands just magically roam around near my boobs or anything below the waist while you're 'sleeping or not' I will switch rooms and will not talk to you, clear?"

"Loud and clear." Harry nodded, smiling as he turned off the bathroom light, and we both climbed into the bed.

"Oh wait! You need a new shirt, here, just take one of mine." Harry tossed me one of his shirts, which happened to be his Ramones t-shirt.

"Look the other way, Styles." I looked at him, he put his hands over his eyes, and turned in the other direction, I quickly changed tops, placing mine on the chair in the corner of the room.

"You're good now." I told him, covering up in the warm blankets.

"Okay, good night, love!" Harry whispered, turning off the lamp next to him.

"Mhm, good night." I replied, I felt him pull me against him, his arms around my waist and stomach.

"I'm not above or below, you didn't saw waist or stomach, and I like to cuddle." Harry chuckled lightly in my ear, I shivered.

"You are one cheeky boy, you know that?"

"I think I do know that." Harry laughed again, his curls landing in the crook of my neck, his breathing was in my hair, it tickled a little, I can't believe we're sharing a bed, like why? Ha.

Harry's POV

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE UUUUUP, JESSEEEE! I MADE BREAKFAST, I MEAN I ORDERED BREAKFAST, BUT I COULD'VE POSSIBLY MADE IT IF WE HAD THAT TYPE OF FOOD HERE, YOU KNOW! WAKE UPPPP!" I yelled, jumping around in the bed, she groaned, swatting at me, which she accidently hit me...in my crotch.

"Awhhh- ohh!" I covered my crotch, falling on the bed, a little to hard she had hit me there.

"Ugh, what?" Jesse opened her eyes and realized she had hit me there, but she laughed instead of helped me.

"Stahp laughing at mee!" I said, groaning in pain, rolling around on the bed.

"Maybe you shouldn't be screaming to wake me up." Jesse rolled her eyes, stretching.

"Okay! Sorry, can we try again, I'll try to make it better!" I jumped up lightly pushing her back in the bed, and I ran through the bedroom door, I checked to make sure she was pretending to sleep again.

I walked in the bedroom.

"Jesseee, screw it! JESSE! WAKE UP!!!!! WAAAAKE UPPPP! WOOO! FOOD!" I screamed loud again, good thing I was far from her, she gave me the evil eye, running towards me, tackling me down on the floor.

"Are you kidding me?!" She shouted in my ear, trying to make me jump like she had while sleeping.

"I got food!"

"I know, YOU SCREAMED IT TWO TIMES ALREADY!" Jesse yelled again, comparing to my yelling.

"OKAY! GEEZ, I WAS JUST LETTING YOU KNOW! I HEARD YOUR STOMACH GROWL WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING! I JUST WANTED TO BE A NICE GENTLEMAN, NOW YOU JUST HAVE TO RUIN IT, DON'T YOU?" I shouted back, laughing afterwards, she laughed too, getting off of me, and sprinting towards the kitchen, great.

"Will you calm down? You're turning into Niall!" I chuckled, grabbing the plate of food that I had made for myself as she grabbed hers that I made, really just ordered room service, and piled on the food.

"No, I'm hungry, and I'm proud, so just walk away if you've got a problem, Homie G." Jesse tried pulling this gangster look, but failed horrifically, she was too cute to either be mad at or serious towards.

"What if I liked it? What if I didn't have a problem with it? Hmm?" 

"Then you would just sit down and take it in, Double G." 

"What are these insane names you are using?" I chuckled, taking bites of my food.

"They are perfectly amazing, kay? They're your nicknames, GG." Jesse put her deuces up, which I face palmed myself, she is too silly for her own good.

"You know, you look a little gangster with that bandage?" I winked, pointing at it with my fork.

"Woo! I am dah gangster up in dis joint." She pretended to wave to a big audience, I smirked, shaking my head.

"Guess I'm your only sponsor to this gang." I winked, finishing my food.

Jesse bursted into laughter, which made me jump because I wasn't expecting that quite yet.

"Hahaha! I made you jump!" She giggled again, clutching her stomach.

"WE'RE GOING TO EXPLORE TODAY! ME AND YOU!" I yelled all of the sudden, she looked at me with wide eyes.

"Wanna Popsicle? Gotta whole freezah full of Popsicles down in mah cellah, different colors and kinds...mmm." Jesse said in a creepy voice, wait! I know that voice.

"Did you just imitate that creepy dude off of Family Guy?"

"Maybe." She said in the same voice.

"You're really good at that!" I laughed, shaking my curls, and pushing it to one side.

"Mmm, Popsicles."

"That's truly creepy."

"Popsicles." Jesse stared me down.

"Scary."

"Popsicles."

"Staaahp."

"Popsicles."

"Jesse..."

"Pickles."

"Wait, what?"

"Different colors and kinds."

I stood there, I gave her a creeped out look.

"Ah! You should've seen yo' face! Like O-M-G you were freaked out, nah, I don't roll like that, Homie G." Jesse went to the fridge, grabbing the milk, and pouring some in a glass, sipping on it.

"You're too crazy." I shook my head, checking my phone to see if anything was planned for today, hopefully not, I want to show Jesse around here.

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Ahaha, Jesse is going to get a kick out of this, she does this stuff ALL THE TIME, it's creepy. Yeah, this chapter was weird, I told you.

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