The Gang's Princess [COMPLETED]

Five: Flashbacks

"Miss Hart?"

"Yes, that's me."

"May we come in? We have some news about your parents. You may need to sit down."

"I'm fine right where I am, what's going on?"

"Well, if you insist. They've... They've been killed, Miss Hart."

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I sat up in bed, gasping for breath and sweating profusely. I hadn't dreamt about my parents for months now, so it was an unwelcome feeling knowing that the first night that I'd spent back in Nottingham, I had dreamt about them.

I turned to the bedside table and the clock read 11:20AM, which didn't surprise me, seeing as I was up until the early hours of this morning. But it wasn't the clock that I stayed focussed on, because next to it was a slip of paper and a glass jar. A smile spread across my face as I realised that the glass was filled with daisies, at least a hundred of them.

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"So come on, what's your favourite flower? Your birthday is next week and I need some clues." Jay asked as he flipped my pancake with a cheeky grin.

"I've never really had time to choose a favourite flower," I replied lazily as I stepped behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, hugging him from behind.

"Do you like roses?" I scrunched my nose up and leant my forehead against his back.

"They're too cliché. I guess if I had to pick a flower, it would be daisies. They're so simple and beautiful, yet so underrated and unappreciated." He was silent for a moment as he pondered on my answer.

"Daisies? Even though it's the first week of February and there's hardly any living flowers outside, for you, I can do daisies."

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And he did. I remember waking up on my eighteenth birthday to our bed covered in hundreds of daisies. I never did find out how he managed to do that.

Maybe that's because you left him twelve hours later Jessie.

I shook the thought from my head and picked up the note next to the glass jar, reading Jay's unmistakeable handwriting.

Stay here Princess, see you soon. J x

I sighed and put the note back on the bedside table before climbing out of bed and realising that I was no longer dressed in yesterday's clothes, but was wearing one of Jay's shirts. 

Fuelled by the knowledge that he'd undressed me in my sleep, I marched out of his bedroom and downstairs, finding the house strangely silent. Where the hell was everyone?