My Only

CHAPTER 23

July 13th
Jeanne Watson

Today it's July 13th.

Which means that it's Jeanne Grace Watson's birthday. Woop woop.

I wake up in our bed alone. I sit up and look around, hoping to find Harry somewhere in the room. But it's all empty. Well yeah, besides me. "Harry?" I ask with my raspy morning voice. I cough to try and get rid of it. Then the door opens and Harry walks in.

"Happy birthday" he says.

"How did you know?" I ask a little bit surprised. I haven't told him when my birthday is. We've had other things to discuss and do, so I never thought that he would know. And if I'm being honest, I wouldn't have told him either. He sits down on the bed, his hand on mine.

"Jessica told me" he says. I look down and smile a little to myself. Of course she did.

"23 years old now" I say. "Time's running by. Almost thirty. Still no real job"

"I'm 25 shut up" he says jokingly. We both laugh.

"What are we going to do today?" I then ask. I don't know what I think of birthdays, when I was younger I loved them, because that's what kids do, but now when I'm almost an adult, I don't know. A whole day about me, no. Jessica always wants to have big parties with people I don't even know and get many gifts and all of that but really, at the end of the day, I just want to hang out with loved ones and just have good food and just hang out.

"Jessica wanted to go to a bar and party" Harry says. Ugh, please no.

"I'd rather just stay here with you" I say. All of my birthdays, Jessica's got as she wants and I never really got to have my birthday celebrated the way I want. Well my mom never celebrated mine either, it was only Jessica who would hold stereotypical parties that I never wanted. Maybe when I was younger I thought it was funny. But not now. So everything I want to do today is just sit here and don't do anything. Ever since mom left, I've never really celebrated my birthday. My birthday isn't the day I was born if I get to speak, it's the day my mom left and I'll always remember it that way and never my as birthday.

"We can do that, but you'll have to tell Jessica" Harry says jokingly and we both know that it's going to be difficult to convince her. It wouldn't surprise me if she goes out to party without me. On my birthday. Really.

"You'll need to be with me, she's gonna have a stroke" we both laugh. I then lie down in bed again. If I would go back two years in time and tell past me about today and all that's happened, I'd never believe myself. How would I tell her? 'Hello there Jenie, that's what Harry calls you, oh yes! We and Harry, you know, Harry Styles, the dude that we made out with who then turned out to be an asshole? Yes that dude! We're together now and he's saved our life a few times'. Definitely wouldn't work. 'I don't believe you'. I wouldn't either, Jenie.

"Shall we go and tell her now? So she doesn't plan anything" Harry suggests. I nod. We go over to Jessica's and Luke's cabin-ish and knock on their door. I'm still in pajama shorts and oversized t-shirt. But it's warm outside so I don't think it's that weird.

"Hello?" Luke says who opens the door. His hair is messy and he's in pajama trousers and no shirt.

"Oh sorry, did we wake you up?" I ask, trying to sound like I care, but really, Luke doesn't give off good vibes.

"No" he answers shortly.

Looks like it.

"Okay is Jessica here?" Harry asks. He leans against the door frame.

"No" he says shortly again.

"Yes I am!" I then hear Jessica shout from inside. Luke turns around and drags his hand in his hair to get rid of the hair in his face. Then Jessica appears beside him. Why did he say that she wasn't here? Weird.