It's been a week since I told Harry. I haven't talked to him since then either. I mean I've said "Hi" and stuff but that's it. I don't wanna talk to him because I'm mad. I don't know why I'm mad, I'm not mad at him. I don't think I am anyways. I don't have a reason to be mad at him. I mean I have a reason to be mad at him but I don't wanna be. I don't want him to tell Matt because know Matt will flip out.
I sat at school with Amanda in the cafeteria. I pushed my bangs out of my face before tapping my fingers on the table. "What's with you Jess? You've been acting weird all week," Amanda says throwing a French fry in her mouth. "I've just got a lot going on right now. It's really nothing, just homework," I say.
"Don't lie to me Jess," She says. "I'm not lying,"I say. "You are such a liar!" she halfway laughs,"You ramble when you lie,"
I take a deep breath. "It's nothing," I say closing my math book. My stomach starts to feel weird, it hurts really bad. I put my book and my notebook back in my bag, and put the cap back on my pen. "I- I need to go," I say standing up and grabbing my bag.
I run down the hallway to the bathroom. I pull out my phone, and look at the time, it's almost 12:30 Great. A whole nother two hours in this hell hole. I have a text message from Harry. Even better.
FROM HARRY:
We need to talk
Can today get anyworse? Algebra was agonizing. I could barely keep my eyes open, my stomach was killing me, and I have no clue what was going on in the universe. I'm terrible in math. My last class was study hall. Thank God. They don't care what we do in that class as long as we're there. I put my earbuds in and dig out my english homework. It took me the entire class period to do it. Right before they bell rang I got a text mesage. It was Matt. He said he can't pick me up. Amazing, I don't feel like walking. As soon as the bell rang I slowly made my way outside. When I walk out to the parking lot, the sky was completely dark. I see the way to familar silver car. I quickly make my way past it. He gets out, and follows me. "Jess" he calls.
He gently grabs my arm, I stop. "Why are you avoiding me?" he asks.
"I'm not," I say.
"You haven't answered any of my messages, Jess you can barely look at me," he says.
His green eyes held nothing but hurt and confusion. I don't say anything.
"Jess you look like hell, it's about to storm, and I'm not letting you walk home like this," he says. I don't say anything. "Please just let me take you home," his tone softer now.
I don't say anything. We stood there in silence, until a huge clap of thunder sounded.
**
The ride back to my house was quiet. He kept glancing over at me. As soon as I got in his car, I literally froze. It felt like a freezer. Or maybe it's just me.
"You cold?" he asks, I shake my head.
He turns the heat on and his attention is back on the road. When he pulls up infront of my house he reaches in the back for my bag, and I unbuckle my seatbelt. He catches my wrist before I get out.
"Do you feel ok? You look like your gonna pass out," he says.
I lightly smile to myself. "Y-yeah, I'm fine. I umm I'm just tired. I should be fine," I lie.
"Don't lie to me Jess," he says.
I did it again didn't I?
"I promise I'm fine," I say stumbling out of his car. He gets out after me, and puts his arm around my back.
"You are not fine, you're not gonna stay here by yourself like this," he says taking my bag and my keys.
He helps me up to my room, and I lie down on my bed. I'm glad I wore leggings today. He places my bag on top of my desk, then he sits next to me. It's dead quiet.
"Harry," I start.
He looks up from his phone. "Yeah,"
"Thank you,"
**
I wake up with a killer headache and I can barely breathe. My throat is killing me. I look over at the clock and it's 5:07. My mom should be home. I look around my room and Harry's gone, I walk over to the window and his car is still outside. I grab one of my bigger jackets and go into the living room to find my mom and Harry. My mom rushes towards me. She starts asking me all of these questions. Her phone starts ringing, thankfully she picks it up. Harry gives me a warm smile.
"Feel any better?" he asks, I shake my head.
"It's freezing," I barely manage to say.
He takes the blanket from behind him, and throws it over me. "Thanks,"
He smiles at me. My mom rushes back into the living room.
"Jess I know your sick honey but your brother and I have to go to your grandma's house, she's sick, and we just have to take care of some things down there. I don't want you to be here by yourself so I'm gonna call your aunt Katy and see if she'll stay with you," she rambles.
"I can stay with her," Harry speaks up.
My mom looks up from her phone. "I can't ask you to do that,"
"It's no problem. Really. Plus I'm already here," he says.
**
I watched my moms car pull out of the driveway from the kitchen window. It took all about 12 seconds for Harry to convince my mom that he'll stay with me. I sat on the kitchen counter as Harry poured some orange juice in a glass. He hands me the glass. I just hold it.
"Staring at it isn't going to make your throat feel better," Harry teases.
I roll my eyes before bringing the glass to my mouth. It kills me. After I swallow it I start coughing like crazy. Harry rubs my back. "It's alright," he says.
I finish the glass without dying, then I go back to my room. I throw my hair up then crawl under the covers. Harry sets against the headboard, I lay my head on his lap. I'm still mad, but I'm glad he's here.
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I Won't Give Up
Fanfiction[THIRD PERSON'S POV] They both knew it could NEVER work. She was his best friends little sister. He was her brothers best friend. They couldn't help how they felt. They couldn't deny it. But she was 17, that's not really that much of a difference...
