Mixed Direction

Chapter Ten: Never Prepared

{Jade's POV}

We think we're prepared for things. We tell ourselves that things won't go wrong and that everything will be okay, when in reality, we kid ourselves a lot. We dream of the ideal scenarios, but about seventy percent of the time, they don't actually occur. But when a bad thing turns into a good thing, we learn to appreciate what we have. We learn to love and to forgive. We learn. Life is full of learning and if you learn, you live.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" I ask Harry, raising from my seat in the living room. We've been watching re- runs of Geordie Shore, just so we can laugh at how stupid they all act. I should go on that show- except the only thing we'd have in common is the accent.

"Um yeah, that'd be nice thanks," Harry replies, giving me a small grin. I nod my head in response to his answer and then venture into the kitchen, immediately flicking the switch on the kettle.

As the rumbling sounds starts from the water boiling, I lean with my back against the counter top, just looking out the window at the sun setting and creating orange and pinky colours through the trees and sky.

Harry and I have been better. I'm starting to trust him again, but I just feel like I need that final push. At night we've been sleeping in the same bed, but I feel like we're still awfully distant. Many of my dreams consist of moments where I regain Harry's trust, but they're just dreams.

And I really want to have things all be okay again. To have the ability to trust him and to be able to embrace the overflow of love I'm feeling, like when Perrie used to forget to breastfeed and her breasts would really hurt 'cause they were filled with milk- okay, bad analogy, but still.

The love is like the milk, and the tension between Harry and I... is the boob holding it all in. Just one final push (the baby drinking), trust is regained and the love comes flooding out- or the milk. The pain is relieved.

The kettle finishes boiling so I pour the water into the tea pot that has fresh tea leaves inside it, and then put the cap back on and leave it to brew. Whilst the tea brews, I collect the milk and set it down on the counter and then walk towards the cupboard to grab the mugs.

I push myself onto my tippy toes to reach the doors and pull them open, but then see the challenge of actually getting the mugs down. Either, people should be taller, or mugs shouldn't be kept up so high! Everyone does it, they're all stored high. But I guess that's so children don't get to them and throw them around the room, breaking them.

I use my arms to pull myself up onto the counter and pull down one mug, placing in on the counter next to me. I grab the next mug back as I go to jump down, the cotton fabric of my sweatpants slips against the smooth bench.

I fall to the ground with a thud, a yanking pain shooting through my left ankle and a shatter noise echoing from the mug smashing against the hard dark grey tiled floor.

"Jade?" Harry calls out from the lounge. "You alright?" Harry questions. I feel the tears pricking in my eyes as the pain in my left foot and ankle throb like mad, a warm substance gliding down and sliding in between my toes on the same foot.

"No!" I whimper out and then start crying, not with sound but with endless amounts of tears.

Harry rushes into the room and comes to a sudden halt when he sees me on the ground, smashed mug everywhere. This is kind of embarrassing. How does someone go to make tea, but ends up bleeding and in pain on the kitchen floor?

"Ahh! Jade! You're bleeding!" Harry exclaims.

"NO SHIT HARRY!" I cry out. Harry apologises and quickly rushes to the freezer, grabbing out an ice block. I watch in pain as he tries to get some paper towel off the roll but he pulls off about twenty sheets.

Once Harry figures out what he's doing, he hands me the ice block for my ankle and then collects all the shattered mug, throwing it into the bin before he bends down in front of me.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks.

"My ankle, i- is throbbing a- and m- my foot is ble- bleeding," I stutter out through the tears and my congested mouth. Harry moves some hair out of my face and then wipes away the blood from my foot with a wet cloth, revealing a small cut in my foot.

"Let's try and stand up, yeah," Harry extends his large hands and I slip mine into his, leaving the ice pack on the floor as I stand up with his help. I try to take a step but my ankle throbs and I let out a small yelp.

Once again, pain. A different form but it's still pain. Annoying, hurting, crushing pain.

"Okay, to the couch!" Harry decides and suddenly I'm scooped up and taken into the lounge room, my body is delicately placed down on the couch and my left leg is propped up on a pile of pillows. Harry dashes off and then returns with the icepack, which he places on my ankle.

I just sit and watch as he removes a band aid from his pocket and peels away the paper, gently and carefully placing the sticky cover over the cut on my foot. Harry's eyes then raise to meet mine, sending butterflies surging throughout my body.

"Thank you," I smile and Harry just smiles back, this time, his teeth and dimples on display, providing a gorgeous and happy sight.

"It's okay," Harry replies and goes to stand up and walk over to the other couch, but I yank at his shit and pull him down onto the floor beside me. Harry pulls a confused expression as I giggle at him.

I can't go on with this any longer. That was my final push. The way he acted so calm and told me everything was going to be okay. They way he looked after me and although it felt like it went quickly, he didn't think twice about helping me.

"No Harry, it's not okay," I say. "I mean, my ankle will be okay, but our relationship Harry. We've been married for two and a half months and those two and a half months have been absolute shit!" I proceed. "I know you fucked up, you have a major tendency to do that," I add.

"Hey-" Harry goes to protest but I cut him off.

"Wait! But it doesn't mean I don't love you. And you have been gaining my trust again. But I need to know things like this won't happen again. Harry, I'm ready to forgive you, but you need to promise me and I mean promise me that you won't do anything stupid or do anything to break this trust again. Because believe me, no matter how much we love each other, the next time the trust is broken, it's over," I say in all seriousness. Harry nods to show he understands. "But it isn't going to be broken again. Is it?" I ask.

"No, Jade."

"Good," I reply, trying not to laugh at how much I sound like my mother.

"Good," Harry grins and pulls himself up onto his knees so our faces are just millimetres apart. "I, Harry Styles, promise you, Jade Styles, that I will not break this promise again," Harry says, making me grin when he says 'Jade Styles'. "And I also promise to love you for eternity, and I promise that I will do anything within my will to protect you," Harry adds.

"Good," I smile. I know I might seem stupid, giving him another chance. But I feel like this chance will be the chance that never gets broken. I can feel it in me waters!

Harry grabs my chin gently, pulling my lips in to touch his. I kiss Harry back, my arms grabbing at his collar and pulling him closer as our lips move in sync, butterflies and other crap circulating throughout me once again. One more chance, that final push, no regrets.

Harry pulls off and pecks my forehead gently, then stands up and walks towards the staircase.

"If your ankle isn't better tomorrow, we'll go to the doctor," Harry smiles. "But, for now I shall go and shower, then we can order pizza and watch Brave, how does that sound?" Harry asks. Disney and pizza?

"Perfect."

"Cool," Harry winks. "Be back soon, Mrs Styles!"