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“Care for some tea?, or a kick in the arse perhaps?” Harry says, sitting down next to an annoyed Jaycee.
“Is it rude to ask you guys to leave?” she huffs as they click their designer shoes on her polished floor
great, now I’m going to have to dry clean those all over again. She thinks.
“I’d just like some water and an explanation, thanks” Ash says, nodding to Niall, who narrows his blue eyes
“an explanation for what?” Harry asks, angrily.
“For that rock on her fucking finger! You idiot!” Ash raises his voice
“What? For asking her to marry me?, because I loved her?, and don’t you DARE insult me”
“did you ever stop to think of the effect it’s going to make on both of your lives?”
“to be honest, Ash, neither of us care” Jaycee butts in
“and the fact that everyone else does, doesn’t matter to you?”
Jaycee feels something rise in her stomache, and it wasn’t something good.
She scrambles from the coutch and runs to the upstairs bathroom, just making it to the toilet bowl before vomiting her guts out into it.
Everytime she felt the feeling rise, she clutched the porcelen tighter.
Before she knew it, a stampede of footsteps came bursting into the bathroom, it was Zayn.
“are you okay?!” he runs over and pulls her long hair back, securing it tightly with one of those elastic bands he seems to have around his wrist all the time.
“No…” she mumbles, tucking a stray hair back and collapsing next to the toilet.
“it hurts…” she groans
“what does?” Zayn asks, panicking.
“my stomach, and my head, it’s throbbing”
“you’ve just had so much pressure put on you today, it’s your body dealing with it”
she climbs back onto her knees, and unloads another mouthful of gross tasting nothing-ness.
Zayn rubs her back, while she convulses in tears over the toilet.
“I thought I’d be okay?” she sniffs
“we’ll get you back to the doctors tomorrow for a quick check up, okay?”
“Zayn, I need to tell you something”
“What Jay?”
“…I lied”
he freezes
“..about what?”
“About feeling better, I don’t feel better at all, if anything, I feel worse”
Zayn had something to say to Jaycee, but he figured that now was not the best time, so he closed his mouth and said this instead:
“I’m sorry”
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Take A Trip With The Boys #2 - A One Direction Fanfiction
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