These Things Take Time.

Chapter 26

Jasmines POV

It's been two days since Niall barged out. It was my fault, I should never have taken the money. I didn't mean to, I just did.

No, no excuse. I took it, it happened, I can't do anything to change the past.

But I can do something to change the future yet to come.

What to do? I don't have the feeling Niall will talk to me anytime soon. Or ever again.

I move my arm to the colder side of my bed, my imagination feels a body. I lift my head, wanting, hoping, it will be the blonde headed man I long for. My eyes focus on a tan, smoothed skin boy, his hair at a perfect point.

Tony?

My head lifts from its safe haven and gazes around to what seems to be a 15 year old's bed room. Clothes thrown everywhere, band and girl posters on the wall. Instantly I am reminded of what this place is, it's hell. I panic until I almost choke, my eyes burst open to a calmer surrounding. My heart rests and disillusionment floods through the room then drains out the window. My vague nightmare leaves me curious, just sitting there thinking.

My eyes then dart to my phone clock,

11:35

What time did I fall sleep? I don't even remember closing my eyes...to be honest I don't remember the past two days.

My body is forced out the comforting bed and into the warm shower. The water washes away all my memories, the drain closes before any of the water can escape, leaving my memories collecting at my feet. I bend over and twist and pull on the drain, it's stuck.

Just like my life.

I flop onto my bum, the water splashing over the walls. My eyes start to tingle, as do the area around my nose. I think Im crying but I can't tell because of the shower.

A knock at the door makes me jump up,

"Hey Jasmine. It's Ness. Are you okay?" How the hell could I be okay... The man I love just left and won't ever come back.

"Yeah." I lie, my heart swells and burns into flames before becoming sour little ashes.

"Don't lie to me. I know you aren't."

"Then why did you ask?"

"It's the polite...I don't know. Get out! I need to talk to you." Her small feet smash as she takes each step away. Is she mad? Why would she be mad, I didn't do anything. She should be doing great. By the time I finish up and dry my self, Ness is already knocking on the door again.

"Hold on!" I scream at the door as if it were her. She walks away again and then I finally get out once I was done getting dressed. Ness is turned in the kitchen, her back facing the living room, her head tilted down. When she hears a creak in the wood she jerks around.

"Why you gotta sneak up on me like that?" She laughs, her hand covering her heart. I don't smile or flinch, but after a second I give up on standing and throw myself onto the couch. "Okay you need to calm down..." Her face appears next to my ear. She tries to tickle me, her nails digs into my flesh making me screech,

"Stop!" She frowns at my exclamation, and takes two steps to the right. From the corner of my eye I see her tan arm reach for something. I loose interest and close my eyes. Through my ears, I hear her walk two more steps then stop. My curiosity gets the best of me, my eyes pop open, just then a pillow comes flying at me, slamming right on my face. "What the fuck?!" I rub my face where it was hit, "what the hell was that for?!" I scream.

"You need to get a hold on your life!" She stage shouts, which isn't loud enough to knock me out of this revolting feeling. "You aren't eating. You're barely sleeping. You cant keep making excuses...You have missed two very important days filiming. One more day and you will be out! Do you think I want to do that to you? No! I dont. You cant do this anymore to yourself.."