Wish

Chapter 10

We drove back to Zayn’s in silence. I was thinking about the kiss and how it felt right. Our lips had moved in sync like they have been planning that kiss for years, corny I know. I looked over at Harry who was driving. His hair was sticking up at odd angles since I ran my fingers through it. I looked at his flawless face and his features. His bright green eyes had flecks of gold and grey in them which made them stand out against his hair. His soft pink lips were arched in a small smile. He kept stealing glances over at me. “Why are you looking at me like that?” I shrugged and looked down at our connected hands and smiled. He gave my arm a little tug and I looked up at his face. As soon as I meet his eyes I turned around and looked out the window at Zayn’s house. When did we get here? I was picking up my jacket that was lying on the jeep’s floor when Harry touched my arm sending a million electric shocks through my body. “Jace.” He said softly right in my ear. My body shuddered. I turned and we were so close our noses were almost touching. I wanted to kiss him, but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship because of a failed relationship. Harry must’ve sensed my hesitation because he looked at me funny. I attempted to let go of his hand so that I could get out, but he squeezed it. “Jace.” He said again. My breath caught in my throat. The butterflies were not holding back. “Will you be my girlfriend?” he looked shy and vulnerable. I smiled and kissed him. He let go of my hands to place his on the side of my hips. “I take that as a yes.” He said before sliding out of the car. I hopped out of my side and ran up behind him before jumping on his back. “Jace get off!” he yelled while spinning in circles. We would’ve been a sight to see. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and tightened my grip. He let out a defeated sigh and gave me a piggy-back ride to the house.

            “We’re home my lovelies!” I called out into the silence. No answer. “To the kitchen Hazza! I am hungry!” he obediently shuffled into the room holding god’s greatest creation. “Food!” I yelled and hopped off his back running towards the fridge. I yanked the door open and my smile dropped. I hit my head against the freezer. Harry’s arms snaked around my waist and his breath tickled my neck when he laughed.

            “What’s wrong love?” he asked. I pointed to the fridge.

            “It all takes effort to make.” I whined. I turned around and faced him. “Haz, will you make me a sandwich?” I asked hopefully. He thought about it and rolled his eyes in defeat. “Thanks babe.” I said kissing him before skipping out of the kitchen and heading upstairs to change into sweats.

**

            I decided to take a shower instead. I threw on my gray sweats and white floral tank top. I piled my auburn hair on top of my head in a messy bun. I brushed my teeth before skipping downstairs. Harry was lounging on the love seat in the living room completely oblivious to everything behind him so I rolled over the top and landed on him. I laughed while he had a heart attack. After he calmed down he wrapped his arms around me. “Your sandwich is in the kitchen.” I quickly hopped up and ran to get my food. I was heading back to the love seat when something in the bookshelf caught my eye. I sat the sandwich down and pulled the age ridden book off of the shelf.

            “Is this..” I started, catching Harry’s attention. When he finally rolled off the couch and stood beside me, I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding. “This is our scrapbook.” It was actually our mom’s scrapbook that their mom’s had made for them, but when me and Harry were born, we were added. “What’s this doing at Zayn’s?” he shrugged before taking it from me and returning to the couch. I sat down beside him and started munching on my sandwich. Let me tell you, Harry makes fucking amazing sandwiches. He turned to our section and we saw our baby pictures. “Look at your nose.” I pointed at the picture and laughed. Harry pouted while turning the page. The next few pages were us ‘learning how to walk’ or ‘baby’s first haircut’. There was a picture of me and Harry hugging on a stage.

            “This is the first time we sang together in public.” He said and I smiled.

            “And we won first place.” We gave each other high fives before flipping the page. Harry smiled. In the picture we were wearing our matching Beatles shirts and converse.

            “This is after we promised each other we wouldn’t date.” He said matter-of-factly and I laughed.

            “Look what happened to that.” He kissed my cheek before turning the page. I froze. I don’t think I have ever felt this much pain. Harry quickly closed the book. “No! I want to see it. Please?” He laid the book back on my lap and opened to the picture. When I was fourteen one of Harry’s friends asked me to a summer dance. I said yes and got dressed up.

*

            “Where are you going?” Dad asked curiously. I stopped outside of Harry’s house.

            “Just a dance.” I said casually. Out of all the years dad could’ve came to England he chooses the one that I actually get invited to something.

            “Matt come here!” Dad yelled. Oh great. Matt came into view through the doorway. He looked at me then at dad.

            “Where’s she going like that?” he asked protectively. Dad smirked.

            “A dance.” He paused. “But not before we get a picture.” He yelled for Harry and gave him his phone. “Take a picture once we’re lined up.” Matt stood on my right Dad stood on my left.

            “Make sure you control those boys’ hands, or else I’m going to have to beat some asses.”

*

            That’s how you get a picture like this. Me in my orange party dress standing between my dad who is reaching behind me to smack my brother who cursed. I smiled remembering that night. Suddenly tears were in my eyes. I slipped the picture out of the pocket and stared at it. The couch shifted beside me as Harry wrapped his arms around me. “It should’ve been me. I should’ve died.” Harry was kissing the top of my head. “If I wouldn’t have sent that text, he would still be alive. Our family would still be together.” Harry made me face him.

            “It’s not your fault.” He said gently. I looked back down at the picture. We looked so happy. Dad was ‘punishing’ Matt, but we all had smiles on our faces.

            “I miss him.” I said looking back at Harry. “I wish he was still here.”

            “I know.” He said before kissing me. I wrapped my arms around his neck just as someone cleared their throat. We jumped apart like guilty children to see the blond ball of trouble herself.

            “Taz, what are you doing here?”  

A/N: Sorry I know cliff hanger haha I dedicate this chapter to a friend of mine who's going through a tough time. She's in the hospital right now and I miss her so so much we were like sisters. Just hope she gets better. Love you all :) <3