Yellow Mellow h.s

Chapter 10

A/N - This is what i invision her outfit to look like later on in the chapter.

tw - brief mention of suicide but nothing in details

Jess's POV

The past week has been very fucking stressful.

On top of me creating Harry suit, establishing an A grade portfolio for my project, going to school, assisting at the Victoria Secret show, I've been taking extra shifts at work to make up for time I will miss in the upcoming week. Living in New York is very fucking expensive and we all have to make our money one way or another.

I've been running on 3 hours of sleep and coffee for this whole week.

I finished the final product of Harry's suit yesterday and my meeting with him is scheduled for tomorrow morning. I decided to embroider a yellow dragon on each of his suit legs instead of a snake as enjoyed the idea of not just solely having one colour embroidered. The embroidery part of his suit alone took 3 days of consecutive working to finish.

It's nearing 8pm and i'm cooped up in my room finishing the ends of my portfolio for my PP. Being used to working under strict time constraints has taught me to work quickly and effectively, finished the whole project in a week and a half.

Bella, Ken, Rory, Gigi and Zayn are all in the living room, talking about who-knows-what very fucking loudly. Having ADD in these situations is very fucking annoying because the added noise is making it very hard to concentrate, even on Ritalin. I groan after finally giving up on trying to work with the noise coming from outside my room.

I pull out my phone and text someone, wanting to just get away from this house for even an hour. In times where I feel like this I would normally go to the gym and run until I feel calmer, but right now being their isn't even on this list of possibilities.

To Niall

Are you free rn?

We're having drinks at our place. Louis, HARRY, Liam. Come xoxoxo

You sure irish princess?

1000%. xoxoxo

I laugh under my breath at his texting style, only having had a few conversations back and forth. I get ready in the most 'casual' but also 'i'm fucking hot' outfit which consists of a vintage tank top, low waisted sweats and layers of jewellery. I leave my hair out in its natural waves and put on eyeliner and mascara to make me look 'alive.'

Leaving my room, I hear Rory and Bella yelling at something on the TV, everybody turning to me when I open the door, obviously expecting me not to come out since I was studying. "Where are you going J?" Zayn asks, moving his arm onto Gigi's shoulder. "I couldn't focus in my room, going over to yours to have drinks with Niall." I reply, gaining a wary look from Zayn, silently questioning my reasons for drinking.

In the past, I haven't had such a good relationship with alcohol. Zayn and everyone in the room is aware of that period of time. Around the time my brother died, I turned to alcohol to numb the pain, drowning myself in it day after day. This went on for about 6 months before I finally decided to get help. Being only 17 at the time of his death was very damaging for my developing brain, the substance abuse only adding to it. I would turn up to school hungover, pounding headaches and I even quit designing things for that period of time, not wanting to feel or do anything that reminded me of him. That's why they are all very cautious about me drinking if i seem upset or stressed. Right now as an example of that.