The Story Behind A Song ~Summer Love~(Niall Horan/George Shelley AU) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 20

SOOOOOOOOOOOORRY! I had a lot going on lately and I just left this behind for a while, omg a whole month! I'm sorry, I understand your hate :'(

This ain't a much fun chapter, but I swear next update will be sooner! *pinkie promise*

Ohhhh, this chappie is dedicated to @cool_directioner because her comments made me feel the happiest girl alive when I was actually going through something really... depressing? Idk, she jsut made my day and waited too long for this, so yeah, enjoy it babe!

Enjoy you all as well :))

[A/N: uhm... I don't actually know what goes on with a gyneocologist so please don't laugh at my intents, ok?]

*Jade’s POV*

I’ll take a long, hot and relaxing shower to try and calm myself, because the thoughts and flashbacks of my dream can’t stop haunting me.

They wouldn’t do that… right?

I mean, Maddy is one of the most amazing people on Earth, not to mention honest, she even feels guilty for killing a fly!

And she’s crazy about Horan, she wouldn’t dare hurting him like that.

And George… do I really need to find an excuse to think this dream was nothing more than a nightmare? George told me himself that he’s in love with me, he told his parents that he felt I was the one, he moves my world, he fought for me, he gave me his virginity-

Virginity…

That makes me remember I gotta get out of here. I take a deep breath and try to enjoy the last of the hot drops hitting my skin after turning off the grief. I wrap myself in the fluffy white towel and step out of the shower, slipping in my slippers and walking to my room, which was pretty easy considering the toilet is in my room, but is not as good as I thought it’d be, the bathroom is pretty small and-

Why the Hell am I thinking about my bathroom?!

“Jade, sweetie, hurry up, we’re twenty minutes late!” my mom yells from the other side of the door whilst knocking lightly on it.

“yeah, ok…” I yell back, not really wanting to go.

I know it’s to see how my body is and blah, blah, blah, but can you blame me? I bet you wouldn’t like a man seeing you stripping off and then touching your femininity and boobs and drawing objects in your body, like tubes or whatever gynaecologist-ish things he has. Oh wait, I already went through something like that… I almost forgot about it.

Sure, as if I’d forget being raped.

“honey, c’mon!”

“shut up mom!” I shout out of pure anger, just by the thoughts of Daniel and flashbacks of him.

I shall put something easy to take off, a summer dress will do.

I take a look at myself in the mirror, the lilac cloth under the white, flowered-stamped tool looks so childish on me…

“Jade!”

No time to change, fuck.

Sandals or Converse?

Converse.

I walk out with my white Converse in hand and rush to the door, my parents waiting in the car.

“why did you take so long?” my mom asks, a light frown in her forehead.

“doesn’t matter” I simply mutter and she looks sternly at me, “I didn’t know what to wear, happy?” I roll my eyes at her.