Mend My Paper Heart

Chapter Eight

Author's Note

It is so wierd already having eight chapters in this story! I probably won't write anymore today because I have to do homework I haven't done. Which includes a lot of stuff. @imagine_5boys is editing the chapters for me so I have one more chapter prewritten...

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Jadyn’s POV

I woke up to my idiotic alarm clock beeping and I sat up hitting it. I got out of bed and went through my morning routine. I was grabbing my bag and phone; I put my iPad in along with a folder of important information about me. I looked in the mirror straightening out my Coldplay t-shirt and pulled on my Miss Me jeans. I was glad to be in comfortable and okay looking clothes. They were…Normal? I grabbed my purse and headed for the door yawning.

Out in the hallway Caitlyn was coming out of her apartment also.

“Good morning,” she said yawning repeatedly.

“Morning,” I told her; she smiled but lost it as another yawn escaped her mouth. “I am never taking morning classes ever, and I mean ever again,” she added as I smiled at her.

“I think our classes are close to the same time periods,” I told her as we walked to the elevator.

“I think so too. Good thing too because now when you get your car you can drive me to school,” she said with a smile. I smiled back.

“Maybe. What I really need right now is coffee,” I told her honestly; she nodded.

“I agree with that. There is a Starbuck’s on a different route to the university,” Caitlyn said.

“I don’t know. I mean it is seven and I have thirty minutes until class,” I told her worriedly.

“Trust me we will be fine. There is like only ten classes at max that start at seven-thirty today. And most of them are on the other side of the university. Not on our side. Plus this Starbuck’s is located to our benefit near the classes we will be taking,” Caitlyn said smiling happily at me.

“You might have just become my best friend,” I told her laughing.

“Good so have you,” she said as we walked out of our apartment building.

True to Caitlyn’s words the Starbuck’s had barely anybody in it so we got our drinks and walked to class. I also made it to class ten minutes before the class started and I used that time to get situated in a first row seat and looked for a car dealership here in London that was selling cars that I wanted… Which I had no idea on. Maybe a Pt Cruiser, or a Mini Cooper? I looked at the time and saw it was almost time for class to start so I put my iPad away and looked around the room as the teacher came in.

For the next three hours I was taught about what I was going to do in Grammar and Composition I. I was rewarded for sitting through the class with homework…An essay about somebody I looked up to and another essay on why we chose our profession or why we had not. I groaned as I thought about what it was but walked out of the classroom to find Caitlyn standing there waiting for me.

“Hey! I have to hurry to meet with Niall who is wanting to go to brunch but I forgot to tell you about the job interview! I wrote everything down. Here you go!” Caitlyn said handing me a piece of paper.

“Oh. What should I wear?” I asked seeing the time was for five.

“What you are wearing right now. Seriously. The boss is laid back,” she said smiling as I nodded.

“Okay awesome. Thanks Caitlyn again!” I said as she nodded.

“It was seriously no problem! I will see you later! Bye!” she said running off.

I walked down the courtyard of the university trying to figure out where the license bureau was and deciding what to do about not failing and getting Harry Style’s answers to my question when the answer just ran into me. Literally.

Turns out, Harry has a knack of coming out of nowhere. I was walking down the sidewalk seeing nobody when the next second I was falling backwards from an impact I was not expecting. Luckily for me Harry also has a knack of catching people, which is what he did.

“Thanks,” I said staring at him as he nodded his welcome. “So I was wondering if you were busy right now or if I could ask you those questions?” I added seizing my opportunity.

I mean I didn’t know his class schedule and I didn’t know when I would see him again.

“Actually my next class isn’t until tomorrow. So I can do it now,” he smiled timidly; he was acting a lot nicer than he had yesterday.

“Awesome. Where? At a café or at the bench?” I asked, and he shrugged.

“We can sit at the bench,” he told me as I nodded and we walked over to an empty bench and sat down.

“So what are the questions?” he asked as I got out my notebook and opened it.

“Well. Why did you choose this department…Music?” I read my handwriting as I looked at him. He looked off into the distance thoughtfully.

“Well,” he began his sentence but trailed off still deep in thought.

Just by the look on his face I knew I was in for a treat with this interview.

 “I love music as you can imagine. Just because the band isn’t together anymore, doesn’t mean I love it any less. I guess, I want it in my life, and while I’m not performing anymore, I want to work with it when I get older,” he said finally responding.

“Do you ever miss it? You know, the band?” I inquired.

“Yeah, sometimes. I always thought that once we stopped being a band people would leave us alone, that’s one of the main reasons that we quit. I was wrong though; it’s hard not knowing who your real friends are. You know? Well you probably don’t.”

I shook my head, “can’t say I do, but it sounds hard. I’m really sorry.”

Harry looked up at me and smiled, it was nice to see him smile for a change.

“What about you, do you like writing, or were you one of those people whose parent’s chose their major for them?” he asked. I was taken aback for a second; I was supposed to be interviewing him, not the other way around. It was only fair that I answer his questions too.

“I did,” I answered him, “I’m not really sure why though. I was didn’t know what else I wanted to do.”

By the end of the interview I had a lot more questions and answers I had expected to get. The thing with Harry was he asked a question about myself after I asked him a question. I found it more entertaining and I think he did too. After the interview I gave him my number and email.

“I will have another paper sometime next week. So you can just call or email me and we can set up a time to talk again,” I said as he nodded.

“Wouldn’t you want my number though?” he asked confused.

“Are you willingly going to give me your number? I mean I could post it on the Internet or something,” I told him shooting him a sarcastic smile; he raised his eyebrows in response.

“I don’t think you would do that, but I have no idea. I’ll just give you it and risk it,” he said as he started reciting a number and I hurriedly wrote it next to a question.

“Awesome. I’ll call you,” I told him as he nodded and got up.

I did the same and looked down the sidewalk deciding which way was the license bureau.

“So Harry do you know where the closest license bureau is?” I asked looking up at him as he smiled.