Chapter 7
JASMINE'S POV
When I was done getting dressed, I headed downstairs to Eddie.
"Hey." He smiled at me.
Fuck your smile.
I'm still pissy about the break up. Once I got home yesterday, I broke down crying. Not even crying. Like, bawling. I don't know why the fuck Eddie was so obsessed with breaking us up, but he won. He got me to fuck him, showed Harry, and won.
All I can do is blame myself.
If only I listened to Harry. If only I had been more careful. If only I hadn't been stupid enough to not notice that Harry doesn't wear eyeliner. If only I wasn't stupid enough to not notice that it wasn't Harry who I sped off with, that day at the alley. If only I would've been smart enough to show my wounds, which are barely noticeable now, to the officers. If only I didn't feel pleasure out of sex with Eddie. If only I was smart enough to notice that something was off about Eddie that morning. If only Harry would've beaten Eddie's ass once he had the chance. If only Eddie didn't show that video. If only I didn't piss off Harry more by kissing someone he hates. If only I fought back when Harry told me that we were over. If only I didn't get back in that car with Eddie and drive off when Harry told me not to come back.
If only.
"So the other girls can't make it today, so its just gonna be you and Ariana." Eddie said.
I nodded, not looking up at him.
"Hey. I'm talking to you." He said in a harsh tone.
I still didn't look up at him.
"I'm fucking talking to you!" He yelled and made me face him.
My eyes were still looking down though.
"Don't make me punch both those pretty brown eyes in, sweetheart. And you know I will."
I sighed angrily and looked up at him with hatred in my eyes. That only made him smirk.
"Aww. Did I make the wittle kitty mad?" He said in a baby voice and chuckled. "Its not like you were important in that pathetic excuse for a gang anyway. Harry doesn't love. Never has, never will. You were just a toy to him. He was gonna drop you soon, I know it. The only difference about you and all the other sluts he fucked, is that you lasted the longest. Don't you think for one second that he gave a shit about you. If he did, do you think you would still be in this house? He would've came and got you, wouldn't he? But no. He decided to stay in at raggedy ass alley and smoke pot with his friends, than to 'rescue' his own girlfriend. That should tell you something."
I slapped him.
Hard.
My hand is actually throbbing.
"You. Little. Bi--" I cut him off with another slap, a harder slap, but this time I made a run for it.
Don't worry, I grabbed the keys off of the counter before I ran out. I hurriedly got inside Harry's car, that Eddie basically stole, and drove off just as Eddie was about to open the passenger side door.
I'm not listening to shit that Eddie says. I'm gonna get Harry back.
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Don't you dare ask me why I didn't just drive off before. I never thought about it, ok?
I pulled up to Harry's house and took about 7 deep breaths before taking off my seat belt. I took 4 more before I opened the car door. I took 2 more before stepping out of the car. Then took about 12 more before I started the walk to his door.
Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me. Please forgive me.
There it is. Mocking me with its presence. Fuck you too, door.
I'm sorry I didn't mean that.
I shook my head of my thoughts and made 3 knocks on the door and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Still waiting.
Well, I guess he's not home. I'll check the alley.
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"Alright Jas. You can do this." I told myself and took one last deep breath before getting out the car.
I slowly walked down the alley, taking my time. Not to stall, but to calm myself down. I don't know if Harry's gonna explode on me or not. I saw a head of blonde hair, and I knew I was getting close because Niall's usually the first person I see. But...what I saw was heartbreaking. And it made me wanna curl up into a fetus position and cry, cry, cry.
He had her up against the wall.
Her legs were wrapped around him.
He was holding her ass.
Kissing all over her neck.
Not just any her.
Acacia.
I turned around and ran out the alley, tears stinging in my eyes.
Its over. Its really over. There's no more Jasmine and Harry. My only choice is to go back with Eddie then, since I have nowhere to stay over here. Besides...
I was just a toy to him.
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Bad Meets Evil
FanfictionSummary Jasmine Wells: 19, virgin, good girl thats rough around the edges, never drank, never smoked. Harry Styles: 19, bad boy, sexual, seductive, drinks, smokes. What happens when these two cross paths?