Your Jade

Good old days

*Jade's P.O.V*
*A few weeks later*

Flashback

"Jade, mum made your favorite cookies, you have to come over" Harry tried convincing me over the phone. His 17 year old voice sounding like a 4 year old boy convincing his best friend to go over for a play date. "Harry, I can't. I have that stupid geometry test tomorrow." I told him as I laid on my bed with multiple maths books spread all over my bed. "Jade, geometry is more important than your best friend?" He tried to make a point. "NOOO Harry. I don't mean that. Ugh. But. Ugh. Fine. I'm coming" I gave in. "Yessssss" and with that he ended the phone call.

I looked at the picture of Harry and I sitting on a couch with a tin of cookies and my geometry books as Gemma tried to steal a cookie from us. A smile found its way on my face looking back at the past.
I heard Harry come in the room and say next to me on the bed. I looked up at him as he gave me a questioned look with a smile. "We were so happy. So carefree." I spoke tracing over the photo. "The only problem we had was for you, me not going over to your house and for me, studying for geometry." I sighed. Harry took the photograph from my hand and looked at It for a brief moment.

"Good times." He said and smiled. "But" he continued, putting the photo down. "This time" he said flicking his finger between both of us. "Is even better" and gave me a smile. "It's because here, we were friends. But now, we're married. In love." He finished off his sentence with placing a strand of hair that had been on my face, behind my ear, looking into my eyes. "Jade. I love you." He said. His words processed in my head. Does he mean it?

Of course he does. Why would I doubt his words. I snapped out of my thoughts to see Harry's face right in front of me with a frown on his face looking intently at me. He looked for a brief second more and then sighed and got up. "Get ready. I wanted to take you out somewhere" he said and left the room. He wanted me to say it back. I wanted to. But why couldn't the words leave my mouth?

I shook my head and got up to my wardrobe to pick something to wear. I shut the door before changing in case Harry comes in. I wouldn't want him to see the scars on my body that have engraved themselves from the accident and when Ivanna was lost. Ivanna.. I looked at the scar on my stomach. A line. A line that shows how a loving baby could be lost within minutes.

"Jade?" I heard the room door being knocked by Harry. "Yeah?" I replied. "Uh, are you ready?" He asked. "Just a minute" I replied and quickly wore the clothes. I decided to bring along a leather jacket in case I feel cold. Quickly wearing my flats, I opened the door to reveal Harry leaning on the wall with his phone in his hand. He immediately looked up at me and saw that I had changed.

"Why did you lock the door when you changed?" He asked me softly. I couldn't find the words to tell him. Because I don't want you to see my scars. His reply with my scars being nothing to him and that he loves me with or without the scars. He wouldn't always says things that would prove my words otherwise. But it's not the truth. Nothing's perfect. "I.. Uh.." I started to find words but he interrupted me with placing a kiss on my forehead. "It's alright. Are you ready?" He asked. I nodded briefly and with that he placed his arm around my waist and led me out.

He opened the car door for me to get in the passenger side before walking over to the driver's seat. Memories were finding its way back to my head of the day. Josh had helped me the exact same way that day. "Where are we going?" I asked Harry to clear out the thoughts. "Louis' house" he looked over at me and smiled making me smile as well. Louis' house is always cheerful and happy. With all his sisters, absolute joy. "He's having a gathering with the boys and their girls. He told me specially to bring you. He needs his pillow" Harry said making me chuckle. Louis' pillow.

As we were driving to Louis' house, I looked outside the window, once again thinking about how everyone has their own life story. Some, very different, some, very similar. "Harry?" I asked out of confusion. "Yeah, love?" He replied almost immediately. "What if I went to Georgia, back to my parents?" I asked. I saw Harry's eyebrows furrow and his grip tightened on the steering wheel before releasing and taking a deep breath. "You can, but only to come back home" he said. "What if I move there? Brooklyn moved in with his fiancé in Georgia" I said. Harry didn't say anything for some time before placing his free hand on my thigh as he drove. "Jade, this is your home, you being here is what makes this feel like home. If you're not here, I won't be able to live.." He spoke softly.

I figured he didn't want to move in with me. I suppose he doesn't want to leave his mum and Gemma here so I decided to stop talking about it. It was stupid of me to even think of it. He wouldn't leave London to go to Georgia with me. "I won't leave you, Harry" I said placing my hand on top of his. "I'll make this feel like home for you if that's what you want." I continued. A smile found its way on his face. "You're quoting our song" he grinned with his dimples immediately making me laugh.

"Oh gosh, Harry. I was trying to make it beautiful." I said softly slapping his arm. "You are beautiful" he leaned forward and said before focusing back on driving. I looked at him for a brief moment before I found myself speaking. "I love you, Harry". "And I love you, wifey". He said taking my hand and placing a kiss on the back of it.