I Won't Give Up

Chiken Noodle Soup ; Couch Cuddles (5)

A/N: I really have been sick these past few days so that's where this is coming from. So umm yeah. Tell me how you're liking it so far. I don't even know if anybody else besides my sister reads this :p. So yeah <3  I know it's taking me forever to update but like I said I've been sick and I've got a little writers block. Bare with me. <3 - Taylor

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I stared out the window, and watched the rain pour down. The rain is shooting down, the thunder is roaring, and lighting is lighting up the sky like the fourth of July. I like storms though. I like watching it rain, I guess that's kinda weird but it's something I've always done. When I was little and my dad would have to leave I used to hope that the wind would blow him back home. Obviously it never did, but a kid can hope right? I feel a tear fall down my face, I quickly wipe it away. I miss my dad, I just don't like to talk about him.

Harry knocks on the door. "Hey," he pops his head in the door.  I smile at him, he sits next to me. "How are you feeling?" he asks.

"Bleh,"

He laughs. "Are you hungry?" I shake my head.

"You need to eat," he says.

I shake my head. He pats my leg. "C'mon, for me," he smiles from ear to ear. I roll my eyes and shake my head again. "Pleaseee I already made it, all you have to do is eat it," he begs. I look at him and he pokes out his bottom lip. "Fine," I croak.

I slowly make my way into the kitchen, and sit on one of the stools behind the counter. I look down at the noodles floating around in the bowl. I stir it with the spoon. "Noodles never killed anybody Jess," Harry teases standing on the other side of the counter.

I laugh at him, he's so childish.

It took about an hour but I ate half of the bowl. "There," I say slidng the bowl towards him.  "Thank you," He smiles looking down at the bowl.

I fake a smile at him. A small smile spreads across his face. I walk up the and into my bathroom. I turn on the shower and let the warm water run over my tired body. It felt amazing, until the lights went off. I fumble around trying to get out of the shower with out busting my head open. When I get out of the shower, I grab my towel from the sink and wrap it around my body.  I hear footsteps coming up the stairs. "Jess," Harry's voice calls from the other side of the bathroom door. "You alright?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say. "There should be some flashlights in the hall closet,"

"Alright," he says before it goes quiet.

Since I my hands are dry now I pick up my phone turn on my flashlight. I take it into my room and set it face down on my dresser as I get dressed. After I got dressed I ran my fingers through my hair, then I pick up my phone and make my way down the hall.

"Harry? Did you find them?" I ask standing in front of the closet.

"Yeah," he says shining a light in my direction.

I sit on the top step Harry sits next to me. Great now I have to talk to him.   "Since you can't really talk right now I need you to listen," Harry says.

"I know you're mad at me, and I know why and you would have every right to be mad at me but I didn't tell your brother," he says.

Wait what.

"I thought about it, and if you don't want me to tell him I won't but If it gets any worse I want you to tell me ok?"

Is he being serious? I've been freaking out all week and he didn't even tell him?  I nod my head.

After a few minutes of silence the lights come back on. "H-has my mom called?" I asked.

"No, but your brother did , a little while ago," he answers.

This was just awkward. I look down at the time on my phone 7:59. It's only 8 and I'm exhausted.

I say goodnight to Harry then go into my room.  My hair is still wet so I decide to blow dry it. It took about 10 minutes then, I crawl into my bed and play on my laptop. My phone dings and it's Amanda.

FROM: Amanda

Jacob's house  Tomorrow  night. Should we go?

Jacob is Amanda's new toy of the month as of yesterday. Jacob's cute and all but he is no walk in the park. In simpler terms they guy is a douche. I've known him forever and I hate him. When we were little he wasn't so bad. We were attached at the hip. I can't stand him now.

TO: Amanda

You can go. I'm not really feeling it,

I knew she was gonna be pissed, but I honestly don't care. I just want sleep. But the constant pain in my throat is going to make it impossible. I lay in my bed for hours, tossing and turning. I'm gonna go crazy.

I walk down stairs and into the kitchen and fix me some water. I sit in the living room and curl up on the couch. I hear footsteps behind me. I turn my head to see Harry.

"Hey," I say.

"What are you doing up?" he asks. "It's after 2,"

"I can't sleep," I answer before taking a drink from my cup. "What are you doing up?" I ask mockingly.

He laughs. It's quiet for a little while except for the rain lightly hitting the windows. "Thank you Harry," I say. "For not telling my brother,"

"You're welcome," he says giving me a small smile.

"Why do you care about it anyway? Anybody else would've told me to just ignore it,"

"I care about it because you don't deserve that Jess. And your my best friends little sister," he says. 

"Will you promise me something?" he asks.

"That depends on what it is," I say.

He looks at me with a soft smile, before answering, "When you find out who those douches are tell me, and I'll beat the shit out of them."

I laugh and nod.

"Come here," he says pulling me closer to him. He pulls a blanket over me. I don't know why but I laid my head on his shoulder. To be honest I never wanted this moment to end.