Drama

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“Is it rude to ask you guys to leave?” she huffs as they click their designer shoes on her polished floor

great, now I’m going to have to dry clean those all over again. She thinks.

“I’d just like some water and an explanation, thanks” Ash says, nodding to Niall, who narrows his blue eyes

“an explanation for what?” Harry asks, angrily.

“For that rock on her fucking finger! You idiot!” Ash raises his voice

“What? For asking her to marry me?, because I loved her?, and don’t you DARE insult me”

“did you ever stop to think of the effect it’s going to make on both of your lives?”

“to be honest, Ash, neither of us care” Jaycee butts in

“and the fact that everyone else does, doesn’t matter to you?”

Jaycee feels something rise in her stomache, and it wasn’t something good.

She scrambles from the coutch and runs to the upstairs bathroom, just making it to the toilet bowl before vomiting her guts out into it.

Everytime she felt the feeling rise, she clutched the porcelen tighter.

Before she knew it, a stampede of footsteps came bursting into the bathroom, it was Zayn.

“are you okay?!” he runs over and pulls her long hair back, securing it tightly with one of those elastic bands he seems to have around his wrist all the time.

“No…” she mumbles, tucking a stray hair back and collapsing next to the toilet.

“it hurts…” she groans

“what does?” Zayn asks, panicking.

“my stomach, and my head, it’s throbbing”

“you’ve just had so much pressure put on you today, it’s your body dealing with it”

she climbs back onto her knees, and unloads another mouthful of gross tasting nothing-ness.

Zayn rubs her back, while she convulses in tears over the toilet.

“I thought I’d be okay?” she sniffs

“we’ll get you back to the doctors tomorrow for a quick check up, okay?”

“Zayn, I need to tell you something”

“What Jay?”

“…I lied”

he freezes

“..about what?”

“About feeling better, I don’t feel better at all, if anything, I feel worse”

Zayn had something to say to Jaycee, but he figured that now was not the best time, so he closed his mouth and said this instead:

“I’m sorry”

“What?”

“I’m so sorry Jaycee, I’m so sorry for telling Lauren about you and Harry, I guess I’m just je-“

“JAYCEE?” Harry runs over to her, and helps her off the ground, fixing her hair once she was stable

“What happened? Are you okay?”

she shakes her head

“Not… really, well, I just, kinda, not, a little… okay.. no, I’m not okay”

Harry pulls her into a hug, and she squeezes herself into his embrace.

When she looked up into the mirror, which showed Zayn’s face perfectly; a mixture of sadness, anger, and a whole lot of other horrible things.

And the reflection was damn right, Zayn was pissed off, at most he was at a point of rage, he wasn’t just going to stand there and watch Jaycee make the wrong decision.

He wasn’t s’post to love her,

But he damn well did anyway.

Zayn stormed out of the bathroom, and slammed the door in Jaycee’s room.

What was he even doing In here?.

He didn’t care.

After pacing back and forth for a couple of minutes, he sat on her bed, causing the mattress to wobble and something plopped onto the floor bedside. Zayn walks over and picks up the white book, he took it as Jaycee’s journal, but it was locked.

Did he really want to do this?

Zayn lifted the mattress up, searching for that damn key.

After turning the whole room upside down, he loctated it, hidden in her pillow case.

He brought the silver thing to the lock, and twisted it gently.

It seemed that every little sound it made was like an earthquake.

He flipped the book open, and the familiar ‘new bow’ crackiling sound rang through his ears.

Zayn skipped the first couple of pages until a tital read;

“My Trip To England”. He guessed it was when she was coming to meet them, so he started there. Reading every single bit of it.

*I don’t know, diary, after getting stuck in that fucking sauna with idiot Harry, made me think; what if he did like me?. what if he actually liked a fan?, well, you wouldn’t exactly call me a dedicated fan, but I like their music, and the guys seem alright. But seriously, whats with this guy?, sure, he’s charming, georgeous, sweet, sarcastic, cheeky, and gives me massive tingles inside… okay, I can’t think of any bad points. So I’m just going to end this entry now before the boys notice I’m spending too long in the bathroom writing this.

-J.D*

 

*you’d think having a party with One Direction would be the best thing on the planet, right?

Wrong.

I swear, these boys are so immature, I can’t even get my head around whats happened.

Okay, first I’ll start off with Harry, and his little stunt on stage, dragging me up there?, Oh, I’ll get him back somehow.

And then later on, he said he loved me.

Big shocker there, huh?

Well, I’ll figure it all out, he had a bit of vodka in his system, he probably thought I was Louis.

Gotta go.

-J.D*

*I guess Rebecca forgot to put on my entry form that I was a severe athsmatic?, yeah, well, now I’m so bloody sore, that holding this damn pen hurts.

But before all of that happened, Harry and I… we had the most amazing time at the carnival, his lips are so soft, and I just can’t stop thinking of how beautiful he was tonight.

Ugh, I’m loosing my mind, he’s probably looking for a fling for gods sake!, get a grip Jaycee.

Get a grip on this pencil, more like it.

-J.D*

Zayn flips a little furthur.

*I’m being stupid… stupid stupid stupid

-J.D*

*He’s his bestfriend, I can’t be in love with him!

-J.D*

he stops on that page, tracing the edge carefully.

He wasn’t sure if it meant him, but he wanted it to anyway. He wanted a reason to chase after her.

He wanted a reason.

He wanted, her.

“Why did you REALLY come back, Ash?”

“I’m not answering that, Styles”

“well, you’re gonna have to, and you’d better have a good reason for stepping into Jaycee’s eyesight”

“I’m here for Jaycee, I told you that, I told you that I’m here to help her get on the right path”

“and what might that be?” Jaycee interrupts again, angrily.

“that might be, NOT marrying that jerk”

“That jerk, just so happens to be the love of my life”

“do you have any idea what you’re getting yourself into Jaycee??”

“I know perfectly well!, I don’t think you know, either” Harry stands up, and just before they could bump chests, the doorbell rings.

Who the hell could it be now? Jaycee thinks, well, it couldn’t get any worse than Ash…

She walked over to the door, and swung it open.

Oh, but it did.

It got much much worse.

“Jaycee, I’m sorry-“ he steps forward, slamming his lips into hers, kissing her tenderly.

She pulls back, and slaps him hard and cold across the face, and then punches him in the chest as hard as she could.

“What are you doing here Stephan” Jaycee flys her hands up, and he freezes.

“is that…”

she pulls her hands behind her back, hiding the diamond ring.

“No…”

“Who are you marrying?, what is going on? Explain to me!” Stephan walks over the threshold, and makes his way to the lounge where Harry and the rest of the boys were questioning Ash.

“who’s that?” Stephan says, pointing to Harry.

“And who’s that?” Harry retreats.

“I’m Stephan”

Harry’s face goes emotionless, and he steps forward, his fist raising slowly.

“STOP!” Jaycee yells, and jumps in between them.

“EVERYONE SIT THE FUCK DOWN” she screams, and everyone does what she says, and they sit.

“I WANT EXPLANATIONS… GO”

Ash puts his hand up

“Ash…”

“I’m here to help”

Stephan puts his hand up, too

“I came here to apologize, but now I’m here to help”

“what on earth do I need help with?”

they both look over at Harry, who sticks his finger up at them.

“With him, he’s not right for you Jaycee-“ Ash starts, but then stops himself, obviously holding something back.

And then Stephan steps in

“Exactly, Jaycee, he just isn’t the right type of guy you need-“ he stops himself too, making the silence suddenly awkward.

“both of you, get OUT of my house” she sternly says, and they stand up.

“OUT” she urges.

“AND IF I EVER SEE YOU GUYS AGAIN, I SWEAR TO THE HIGH HEAVENS-“

“we are going, just calm down” they both say, and Jaycee slams the door behind them, hoping she nipped the back of their feet on their way out.

“FUCK YOU BOTH FOR SCREWING UP MY NIGHT!” she screams, and turns back to the wide-eyed boys.

And It was all suddenly quiet.

That was, until Jaycee broke down into tears.

It all happened in slow motion then;

Harry running over to grab her,

Niall wiping her tears,

Louis got her a drink of water,

Zayn cleared her bedroom,

And Liam helped Harry carry her upset and tear-stained body up the stairs.

Harry placed her onto her silk sheets, and lay the blankets over her.

As he sat there, at the end of her bed.

He thought about what was going to happen next. He thought about what was going to happen with him and her.

He thought about Stephan and Ash, and what was going to happen to them.

He thought about the mistakes he’d made, and the ones he was yet to make.

And he was scared.

He was so scared of loosing Jaycee.

He didn’t want to let her go, just because of some guys.

And he was prepared to fight for her, until he couldn’t fight for her anymore.

But the thing is,

Ash was fighting, too.So was Stephan,

And so was Zayn.