Twinning

Chapter 20

I now have no one to turn to. That sounds over dramatic, I know, but as I sit in the diner, alone, I just feel all the weight bear down on me. I take a deep breath and stare at Niall's plate, untouched. I don't want to think that I might've lost the first friend I ever had here, but I'm sure that was our falling out all because of Zayn. I can't even think about him. He's cold hearted and has no soul, the way I see it. I know he loves me and I know I mean a lot to him, but if he's going to treat my other friends this way, I see no reason to continue that friendship, either. I wonder if Zayn would have done the same thing if he actually knew about Harry and I. I doubt it. But all that's over now.

And now my mind drifts to Harry and I find myself checking my phone. Two missed calls from Harry Styles. So I sigh and leave the diner, making my way back home as fast as possible. I take a deep breath as I sit in my room before I dial Harry's number. One ring. Two. Three.

"Hello?" Harry answers, his voice is kinda out of it.

"Hey Harry." I say, not knowing what to expect.

"Oh. Jen. I uh... Tried calling you an hour ago." I sit down on my bed and sigh.

"I know I got a little caught up with something." I say in a shaky voice.

"What happened?" He asks, curiously and I just rub my eyes with my free hand, reliving what just happened.

"I'd rather not talk about it at the moment. So what's wrong? Why'd you call?" I hear Harry clear his throat from the other line and he hesitates to talk for a moment. "Harry?" He sighs deeply before finally speaking up,

"Jennifer I don't want to say this because he is your friend, and my brother, too, but I need to talk to you about Marcel."

"What about Marcel?" I immediately speak up. I don't want to hear anything bad about him because we just got over our little fight.

"I want you to stay away from him." He says, bluntly.

"Why? What happened?" I demand.

"I can't repeat it. I really can't, but please just... He's not who we thought he was and it's not safe for you to be hanging around him, okay?"

"What did he say?" He groans, furiously.

"Look, I don't want to say it. But he doesn't just like you for... You. Not your personality. Do you understand what I'm saying?" This takes me back for a moment and I furrow my eyebrows. That kinda hurts and I feel a bit violated in a way.

"Oh..."

"He wasn't always like this, Jen. He really did love you for you but then he started hanging around Alyssa and his whole perspective on girls has changed... I'm so sorry, Jennifer." I nod, but I realize he can't see that, so I have to say something, now.

"Uh... Thank you for telling me, Harry. Are you okay?"

"No. Not at all. My fucking brother wants to get it on with my girlfriend, hell no I'm not okay." This phrase both warms my heart and disgusts me. It warms my heart how much he cares about me, you can hear it in his voice, but the prick, Marcel is just... Horrible.

"Yeah... Harry are we good?" I ask, curiously.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Like... No hard feelings between us?" My chest tightens as I wait for an answer. I mean... I've lost so many friends recently, I don't know how I'd feel if I lost another, much less my boyfriend.

"Oh, God no! Jennifer, I love you too much to let anything stand in the way of us." I can't help but smile wide and I feel as if I'm finally happy today.

"Thank you, Harry." There's a pause. "I need to get going."

"Yeah, okay. Bye, Jennifer. I love you."

"I love you, too." These words have never rolled off my tongue so easily as they do when I'm talking to Harry. It's just so natural. I hang up and smile a bit to myself, before everything else comes flooding to me. I just have to take a deep breath and I bite my lip, trying to hold back any emotion. Lou told me to call him, so maybe I can get him to help me sort some stuff out. I quickly dial his number and press the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" He answers the phone.

"Louis. Why'd you tell me to call you? What's going on?"

"Hello to you, too, Jen." He jokes. He always jokes around to get out of situations, but I'm not playing games today.

"I'm serious, here." He takes a breath before speaking, again.

"I don't know. I just wanted to know if you were okay after what just happened..." I sigh a bit. I know how ruthless Zayn can be, but Lou knows his limits and I've realized he's just as kind hearted as I've always thought he was.

"Yeah, I guess so. Niall and I aren't exactly friends anymore, though." I say, but it hurts ten times more to say it out loud than to think it in my head.

"Oh my God, I'm going to talk to that kid."

"Who?" I ask, worried.

"Niall!" I feel my chest tighten and I lay back on my bed,

"I think you've done enough to him." I say, bluntly. There's a pause.

"I don't like being mean to him, now that I know just how much it can effect him and you. When Zayn pushed him over the edge, and you freaked, I realized what we've done." Neither of us speak for a while. "Would you come to the library with me during lunch tomorrow? Please?" I shake my head, silently. This seems to be a pretty bad idea and I take a calming breath.

"Okay. But you better not say anything mean to Niall or I'm going to just walk out."

"Deal."