LIFE: draft

Chapter 17: "I hadn't a clue I was signing up for this."

Perfect-One Direction

This chapter is dedicated to @Romita005 ,@DaniellexStylesx and @memorliam because they are lovely and supportive. :)

Jill's P.O.V:

"Why aren't you answering me?! What was that?!" I shout over the loud music as Harry pulls me through the dancing people. I push his hand off of me once we're outside.

"Just come on, let me take you home." Harry says grabbing my hand again, I let him this time.

"Why won't you tell me what's going on?" I ask more calmly as he gets into the car. He blows air out of his cheeks and rests his forehead on the steering wheel. "Harry?"

"I need time to think." He looks to me.

"Think about what?" I ask for the hundredth time.

"Just don't say anything about this to anybody." My heart stings a little. I blink away the tears as he starts the car.

"Don't worry I wouldn't want anybody to know we kissed either." I say confidently staring out of the window.

"What? That's not what I'm talking about I men-"

"Whatever." I cut him off.

"Look you just have to trust me, there's a lot you don't know."

"So tell me."

"You have to trust me first."

"I'll trust you when you tell me."

"I'll tell you when you trust me."

"Really Harry?" I glare at him.

"Juliana please."

"Don't call me that."

"Just sleep on it okay?" He sighs. "I need to figure something's out before I tell you anything."

"What-"

"Stop okay. Keep your gobby mouth shut for once. I'll fetch you tomorrow morning." He tells me as we stop in my driveway.

"Yeah like I'll ever get into your car again curly." I huff getting out.

"You will if you want to relieve that curious little mind of yours." He shouts out of the window. I ignore him and continue to walk up the steps even though I know he's right.

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My eyes flutter open as the smell of smoke fills my nostrils. In a quick panic I'm up and away from the source.
"Aah you're finally awake." I hear and turn around matching the voice to it's owner. Harry closes the black notebook in his hand and looks to me.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's always 'what are you doing here?'" He mimics me. "Never 'how are you Harry?' or 'nice to see you Harry.' or even just 'hello Harry.'" He rolls his eyes.

"What was it that you told me about eye-rolling? Something about your eyes falling out of your head and that sorts?" I fold my arms because I can't roll my eyes.

"That doesn't apply when you do it occasionally. You do it way to often it's like a reflex action for you." His bright green eyes stare me down and I become horrified realizing I'm in my pajamas.

"Whatever." I grit my teeth resisting the urge to roll my eyes. "Maybe Harry's got a point there." My subconscious sides with him and I mentally roll my eyes at her. "What are you doing in my house curly?"