Convused

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Why does all this bad shit happen to me?

Every.

Single.

Time.

Jaycee was an emotional wreck, to put it forward.

She didn’t leave her room, and she didn’t care how many times they tried to knock the door down to get in.

She just wanted to be alone.

To be, very very alone. 

But Zayn had other plans. 

Jaycee living in a two story house, gave him the advantage to climb up the wall, and land in her room.

And that’s what he had planned to do.

And, he did it.

Once he was on the windowsil, he looked into her room and saw her beautiful face, stained with tears.

He just wanted to comfort her.

After a long while of gathering his courage he opened the window, and caught her attention.

She jumps up and runs to close it, and jams his fingers.

“GET AWAY” she mouths silently, and flicks her fingers.

“no..” he mouths back shaking his head, and attempting to open the window again.

There was something inside of her, it wasn’t just the fact that he had scaled the bloody wall, it was just something… else that made her open the damn window.

“I’ll give you ten seconds to explain yourself” she says, as he jumps onto the wooden floor.

“I just… I’m sorry… I just had to-” 

“Oh my god, what could you possibly be sorry for Zayn??” 

“this-“ 

he paces forward, and places his hands on her flushed cheeks, and kisses her fiercly. Moving his soft lips against hers.

She couldn’t pull away, she could barely even move.

His smell filled her nostrils, just like cinnamon and vanilla.

After he pulled her against the wall, she just couldn’t contain the stupid bunch of feelings she was feeling inside the pit of her stomach.

And she kissed back.

Jaycee kissed back just like he had, fiercly.

And during every nip and every scrape through his hair, she felt guilty.

She felt guilty for falling for Zayn.

She felt guilty for loving two guys at once.

She felt guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

It didn’t end the way she expected though, and it didn’t end when she wanted it to.

Zayn ended up getting her top off, and Jaycee ended up flicking the buttons on his varsity jacket.

That’s when Niall knocked on the door.

“JAYCEE, PLEASE COME OUT”

she looks at Zayn, and motions for him to ‘hush’.

They can’t be seen together, not with the huge rock on her finger.

“I’m coming out, OKAY.. just, wait”

she felt a whole lot of guilt hit her again, and she looks back at Zayn.

“… out” she whispers, and motions to the window.

“can we at least talk later?”

“Fine, we’ll talk”

he kisses her once more tenderly, before stepping out and onto the windowsill, and calmly climbing down.

Jaycee felt like such an idiot.

Why did this have to happen to her?.

"Damn it!, Zayn!." she harshly whispers, thorwing a pillow at the window. 

 

after pulling herself together and looking a bit more presentable, on the inside, and the outside, Jaycee walked downstairs and tapped into the loungeroom.

Harry was sitting on the leather couch, twiddiling his thumbs.

He couldn’t possibly know, right?

“hey beautiful” he says, as soon as she appears.

“Hey…” she says awkwardly.

How the hell was she s’post to hide this? He couldn’t find out, it’d break his heart for fucks sake!, and look at that ring on her finger… it was his.

She was his.

Not Zayns.

“How are we all?” Zayn walks in the room, smiling like an idiot

“Why are you so happy? Harry asks, and Jaycee flinches.

“just… am” He says, sitting a little too close to Jaycee, she stands, and walks into the kitchen.

Once in the safety of nobody hearing OR seeing, she facepalms herself for being so stupid.

She will NEVER, EVER kiss Zayn again.

Never, ever, ever EVER.

  

Dinner at Jaycee’s, featuring One Direction.

Not a good combination.

There was spaghetti all over the dining room table, mostly because of Niall.

Louis was flicking meatballs at Liams lips, causing him to spaz out at him.

Harry was holding Jaycee’s hand under the table, caressing her thumb with his.

And Zayns leg was attempting to wrap with hers, but she kept shifting uncomfortably.

Most awkward dinner ever.

That’s why she left early, giving Zayn the ‘meet me up stairs, now’ look, and storming off.

It was a good half an hour before Zayn knocked on her door.

And as soon as he walked in, she slapped in hard and cold across the face.

“fuck you” she says simply.

“well, fuck you too” he smiles.

“how can you just act like this is nothing?!”

“it’s not nothing, it’s something”

“Stop being blunt”

“you stop being blunt”

“we can’t do this”

“Yes, we can” he urges, taking a step closer to her.

“I don’t want you, Zayn” she looks down, and twists her foot.

“oh?, you don’t now?, i can convince you otherwise..” "ha, i doubt that"he comes closer to her, and brings his hand up to her ear, brushing the hair away gently, and kisses the spot underneath it, making her body tremble.

He then brings his other hand to her neck, tracing around her collarbones and eventually, her jaw bone.

He moves his lips to hers, and traces them ever so lightly, which made her body flush.he does these actions over and over again. 

“s-stop” she wimpers, but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going.

His hands pull the small of her back into him, crushing them together gently, Zayn places his forehead on her shoulder, kissing down her neck and chestline, and she throws her head back.

Zayn nibbles on her neck, and Jaycee knows it’ll leave a lovebite, but for some reason, she just didn’t care.

But she places her hands on his chest, tracing her fingernails up his shirt and along his sculptured chest, once she reached the middle, she pushed him gently, and he walked back.

“now you look me in the eyes, and tell me that you don’t want me”.

“i…”

Harry had never done that to her, he’s never made her feel that way.

And that scared her.

“i… I want you, Zayn. Okay? Are you happy?, I WANT you”

he smiles a ground shattering smile

“-but, we can’t do this”

his smile fades.

“we just can’t be together, I’m engaged, and I love Harry”.

Zayn stepped forward.

“if you truly loved the first, you wouldn’t have fallen for the second”

he pulls her into him once more, bringing his lips to hers.

Zayn lifts Jaycees small body off of the ground, and she wraps her legs around him.

Somehow, kissing Zayn, was different to kissing Harry, it was VERY different.

Zayn was so… lustful, and passionate. It was something extremely different to what she was used to, and she loved it.

He brang her over to the bed, and he layed her down gently.

Zayn kissed down her neck line, and she shivered.

Why wasn’t she stopping him?

Why was she kissing him back?

“I don’t want you and Harry to get married” he breathes into her sensitive ear.

She just couldn’t respond. She was so… disgusted with herself for not doing anything, so disgusted in her body… for wanting him so bad.

Something snapped inside of her in that moment, then.

She pushed Zayn off, and stood up.

There was a whole bundle of angry and pissed off emtions inside of her, some at Zayn, some at herself, and just all these other things flying around her mind that she just couldn’t take it anymore.

Zayn looked at her, wide-eyed.

“what are you doing?” he asks, standing up so that his arms were holding hers.

But she pulls back.

“running”. She says simply, before picking her mind off the floor and running out of the room.

Out of the kitchen.

Out of the lounge, where the boys were sitting.

And out of the house.

And she just ran.

She ran so fast that she doubted it was human.

Her feet burned against the rubble on the road, but she wanted to feel pain, she WANTED it to hurt.

She WANTED to be punished, for WANTING someone, who she could never, ever have.

2 HOURS LATER.

“I’m NOT going to just SIT here and wait for her, Niall!”

“calm down Harry, we don’t even know what it was that set her off”

Zayn shifted in his seat

“I’m going to find her, and then find out whats happened”

Zayn stands up

“i.. I uh, don’t think you should do that, give her some time to cool off, Haz”

“it’s nearly been two and a half hours, Zayn, she’s my fiancé”

Harry walks forward, and storms out of the house.

Slamming the door in Zayns face.

Jaycee was sitting on the cliff edge, the place where Harry had taken her.

She had just sat there, for hours.

Just, thinking about everything. About him and her, and her and him.

And the thought; what would I ever do if I had to choose?

What would she do if she had to choose?, who would she pick?

But they’d never put her in that situation, and if they ever did, she’d pick none.

Harry came speeding down the highway, swiftly turning corners, and scanning is green eyes along the coast line, searching for those curls.

It barely helped, not being able to see because of the rain

But he just couldn’t find her.

Where could she be?, out of all places, where would she choose to go, even in this weather?

It was then he clicked.

“so, what are we doing here?” she asks

“I just thought it was pretty”

“it is, it is very pretty”.

The cliff edge.

Harry turns his car around, almost knocking another range-rover off the path, but he didn’t care, he knew where Jaycee was, and he wanted to know what happened.

Why can’t everything be so easy?, Jaycee thinks.

Why can’t everything just be perfect again?

Why can’t it just be as simple as a sunset and a sunrise?.

Jaycee tied her hair back, the rain was making it very heavy against her neck. And she layed down on the cliff edge, her legs dangiling effortlessly.

The cliff edge still looked as beautiful as it did the first day, even with the giant storm hovering over it.

 Suddenly, the silence was interrupted with a car screetch.

Jaycee sits up, and turns her saturated body to the sound.

Harry gets out of the car, and runs to her side.

“Jaycee!, oh, god, are you okay? Get in the car, you’re drenched!”

“I don’t want to, just leave me here and go home Harry, you shouldn’t have come”

“you know that isn’t an option, Jay.”

“just, go away”

“No, get in the car!”

“LEAVE. ME. ALONE!” she yells, standing up and storming off

“JAYCEE, STOP!” Harry grabs her wet arm

“WHAT IS WRONG??”

“I JUST DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, OKAY?!”

they started to yell, not because they were angry, but because the rain suddenly got louder.

“DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT, OR JUST CAN’T TELL ME?!” “I CAN’T TELL YOU, HARRY!”

“SO IT IS ABOUT ME?!”

Jaycee stops, and looks down at the ground.

He needed to know these things, he needed to understand, he deserved to know, and he deserved to understand.

“Harry.. i-“

“SPEAK UP!”

“HARRY… I KISSED ZAYN”.

Jaycee watches as Harry froze dead.

He turned around and scraped his hands through his saturated hair.

But before she could get anything out, she had to say something else, something he needed to know.

“and… and I think I love him”.

Harry definitely heard that, because he kicked a few rocks, sending them flying off the cliff edge.

“..but, I’m in love with you, too” she finishes, and runs over to him, he just shoves her away.

“after everything…” he mumbles to her, and she begins to breakdown.

“Harry… I’m sorry-“

“I’m leaving”

“what…”

“I’m leaving, heres my phone-“ Harry throws an object through the rain, and Jaycee catches it, and tucks it into her jumper, protecting it from the water, “-call Zayn, get him to pick you up”

“but Harry-“

“Bye, Jaycee”.

And that was it, he was gone.

He drove off in his car, and left Jaycee standing there, like a targeted duck.

this isn’t fair, Jaycee thinks.

Why does all this bad shit happen to me?

Every.

Single.

Time.