Accidents Happen (Harry Styles)

Chapter 8

Jake walked me home to make sure i was 100% okay from the sting. Yeah it still stings, but not as much as before. When we reached my door, i turned to face him.

"Thank you again so much. How could i repay you?" I say.

"It's really no problem at all. You don't need to repay me. It's the least i could do." He smiles. Dayum his smile is so dreaming.

"No really, how can i make it up to you?" I really appreciate everything he's done for me today.

"You dont need to, but i do have something in mind." He says, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" I smile. I have butterflies in my stomach but they arn't as vigorous as they have been the past few days.

"Let me take you out on one date." He looks up at me, with the most adorable puppy dog face i have ever seen in my whole 18 years.

I think about this for a minute. Jake is a really, really great guy and he is one of the most attractive guys i have been around. I think of what Harry would think. Harry. Oh dear, now ive really got my knickers in a knot. Harry and I arnt together or anything and i do need to repay Jake for today. My mind battles back and forth for a minute until im finally snapped out of my mind battle.

"Lily?" Jake whispers.

"Yeah why not. Pick me up tomorrow at 7?" I finally decide.

"Sure. It's a date. Oh and wear something nice." He winks and starts to walk back to the beach.

"Night Jake." I yell after him. He returns the goodnight and i walk inside with a silly grin on my face. I put my board in the garage and limp into the kitchen. When i reach the kitchen, i turn to see my mother standing with her arms crossed on the other side of the counter.

"Where have you been? It's dark outside." She says, obviously annoyed.

"I got stung by a blue bottle and had to stay at the club house until i was right to walk home." I state. My mother and i never get on. I look down to the glass on the counter. There is a deep orange liquid in it- whisky. Of course my mothers been drinking. She's a big alcoholic. I hate it when she drinks. She's always so angry and we always end up in a fight.

I miss my old, sober mum. She's aged so much since she's been drinking and she looks like an old bat now. Mum used to be one of the prettiest mum's around. I always used to look up to her and think one day i want to be exactly like her. But when my father left us, everything changed. Now i think of her as the complete opposite as before. I want to be nothing like her.

I decide to avoid another fight tonight so i just simply say im going to bed and head to my room to have a shower.  I wash the salt water off my body and wash my hair. I slip my pajama shorts and singlet on and walk back to the kitchen to get an ice pack for my ankle. When i get back into my room, i jump on my bed and lay back into the cushions.

I realise i havn't checked my phone since Friday afternoon after my fight with mum. I open my bedside table draw and pull out my phone. My phone says i have 14 text messages and 17 missed calls. Jesus, who was trying to contact me so urgently? I look at the messages and missed calls. Mostly all of them are from Mim, my bestfriend who i had temporarily forgotten about this weekend. But there are 2 calls from an unknown number. I wander who that could be but then decide to read all of Mim's messages.

Message 1- Hey babe. Do you wanna do something this weekend? X

Message 2- Lil?? X

Message 3- Are you ignoring me?

Message 4-  Stop being a bicth and reply to me you slut.

Most of teh rest of the messages just say if i don't reply she won't be my friend anymore and other silly threats. I know she won't ever stop being my friend. We've been friends since the start of primary school. She was my very first friend and has been my bestfriend ever since. We are basically inseparable. I feel like calling her so i start to dial her number.

Wait, do i tell her about Harry? Maybe i should just keep that a secret now. I call her and I explain to her why i havn't replied all weekend. I tell her about Jake and taking Macie to the One Driection signing. I also tell her about how i have a date with Jake tomorrow night and that i need her to come shoppng with me tomorrow after school to get an outfit and to help me get ready. We talk on the phone for over an hour until i start to yawn.

"Ill see you tomorrow at school okay?" I say between yawns.

"Yeah sure babe. See you in the morning! Night Lil."

"Night Mim." I hang up the phone, turn off the light and fall into a deep sleep. My dream shifts from a boy with blue eyes and to a boy with green eyes.