Wish

Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Jacielle 

"Jace aren't you going to eat?" Liam yelled into me and Harry's room. We have the whole top floor so we just left the main doors open and yelled from room to room. 

"No! I'm pretty busy!" I yelled back from my cozy place on the couch. I was watching something in French not understanding a single word. I heard someone come into my room. I thought it was Harry until he spoke.  

"So you speak French? Vous mentez. Je peux dire. Tu n'es pas bon dans ce domaine." I looked at him funny. He laughed and shook his head. "I knew you were lying." He sat down by my feet. "So why aren't you really eating?" Niall asked seriously. I shook my head and pointed to the t.v. 

"Shh. This is my favorite part." He turned it off and looked at me. 

"Really Jace, you can tell me." I sighed. No, no I can't. 

"I'm just not hungry. And I have to fit in the dresses I just bought!" I smiled at him. "Plus I ate a lot at the mall." Niall rolled his eyes. 

"Harry told us that you haven't ate anything since breakfast this morning." He looked at me seriously. "Stop. Lying." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Lying to Niall was like kicking a puppy. He was always so open and if you ever needed help, he wouldn't hesitate to walk right into your problem and solve it. I guess that's why he was in my room now. 

"Niall I'm tired and I don't want to talk about it." I picked up my glass off the coffee table and walked to the 'kitchen' to put it in the sink. Niall sighed. 

"Fine. I'll get Harry." Before I could respond he was out of the room. I knew this would only end in a fight and I knew that when he shut the door he knew it too. 

"Jace. You need to ea-" I cut him off. 

"Harry, if you're here to tell me I need to eat the answer is and always will be no." He sighed. "I'm perfectly healthy and I'm not puking up everything I do eat into a toilet." Although I did consider it. I stuck my chin up. He shook his head and ran a hand down his face. 

"You need to! You can't perform two shows a day on breakfast!" He yelled. 

"Why not?" I asked mockingly. I narrowed my eyes and looked out the window. I hated fights. They reminded me of all the bad memories of Matt. I tightened my jaw at the thought of him. 

"Jace? Jace! Are you even listening?" That famous line my mom always used. I glared at him. He probably didn't even know what he did, but I noticed it. I pushed past him into the living room. He grabbed my arm and I jerked away instantly. 

"Don't touch me." I spat. He flinched noting the hardness in my voice. "I'm not hungry. End of discussion." My voice was a lot calmer than I was. 

"Jace you can-" I was in his face in a blink of an eye. Anger was radiating off of me. 

"I said I'm. Not. Hungry." I growled. "Leave me alone and stop trying to force me to do stuff." He crossed his arms. 

"Stuff that would help you!" He yelled right back. 

"I don't give a fuck if it helps me or not! Why can't you see that? Stop being a pestering asshole!" His eyes narrowed, but were filled with hurt. Instantly guilt washed over me. This was too close to me and Taz's fight and I'm pretty sure I lost her forever. He bit his bottom lip and stuck his hands in his pockets telling me he was beyond pissed. I never called him names like that during a fight because he hated it. "Harry." I sighed not sure what else to say. 

"I'll tell the others you aren't eating tonight and that you're tired. I'm sure they'll understand more than I do." He said coolly. I rolled my eyes. 

"I didn't mean it." I ran a hand through my auburn waves. 

"Yes you did. I know you better than anyone, so stop. lying. to. me." He growled through gritted teeth. 

"I wouldn't have to lie if you didn't ask questions." I mumbled. 

"I wouldn't have to ask questions if you actually told me stuff like a real girlfriend." I shook my head. It's my fault. It's always my fault. We stood there in an awkward silence when he sighed. "Like I said, I'll tell the boys." His voice was distant. He went into the bedroom and grabbed his suitcase. 

"Where are you going?" I asked. 

"I'm going to stay in Louis' room." I rolled my eyes and anger surged through me again. 

"Way to run away from your problems." I said coolly. He smirked. 

"You know what Jace? You're right. My problem is I should've never dated an ignorant self-centered bitch like you. And I'm running as far away as I can." I sucked in a breath to stop from crying. The hatred dripped off his words. 

"Fuck you Styles." Was all I said before slamming the door in his face.