Childhood Romance (One Direction, Justin Bieber FF)

Chapter 13

(Jess' P.O.V)

"I am so tired. What's the time?" I ask.

"About 1ish." Niall responds who's lap I have my legs on. My head it resting on Harry's lap. Harry, Niall, Justin, Amy and I are all sitting on a couch which is randomly placed outside. I have no idea where the rest of the boys are and Alfredo.

"I want to go to the moon." I giggle and tap Harry on the nose. He smiles down at me and begins stroking my hair.

"Same, how cool would it be to be in space." Amy agrees from next to Niall.

She and Justin are cuddled up at the end of the sofa. I want there relationship. I am so jealous.

"Mhmm." I feel my eyelids starting to get way to heavy to leave them open.

"I will take you home." Harry says gentle lifting me up so he is now carrying me bridle style.

"No, I need to go with Amy." I whisper. I am starting to fall asleep now. "Your arms are so comfy."

"I will take them home Harry. You don't know where Amy lives." I hear Niall say.

"Jess can direct me." Harry defends.

"No she is asleep. Just let me take them Harry." I can hear how stern Niall's voice is.

"Fine." I feel myself being lifted then placed into someone else's arms. They don't feel as comfy as Harry's.

"Goodnight." I hear Harry say and I peek one eye half open to see him leaning down to kiss me on the forehead.

"Goodnight." I try to say but it probably didn't come out.

"I've got it Harry. Go home!" With that I fall in a deep sleep.

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I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I try to put it on snooze but when I move my head starts to hurt. Hangover again. Ergh I want to sleep forever but I feel like I have to be somewhere, but where?

I slowly go down to get so aspirin and water. I look at the kitchen clock which is hanging on the wall. It reads: 7am.

Why did I set my alarm for that early on a Sunday? It will come to me.

I look around the kitchen for some medicine but it is not in it's usually place I keep it in. Then it hits me. I am at Amy's apartment, in California. I am going back to Uni today; back to New York. I have spent a whole week here. Damn I need to catch up. That's why I set my alarm for so early: my flight is at 9:30. Okay I have half an hour to pack and leave. Oh god.

I forget about the medicine and quickly eat some coco pops. Rushing up the stairs, I take a detour into Amy's room to write a note that I have left.

I quickly hurry back into my room and throw all of my clothes into my suitcase. I go and take a shower and am out in 5 minutes. That has got to be the quickest shower ever. Putting on the clothes I left out, I zip up my suitcase and head downstairs. On the way out, I see Amy's parents getting out of the car and walking, with suitcases, into the building. Are they staying? I am bummed I didn't get to see them again, oh well.

I call a cab and place my suitcase in the boot. Goodbye California, Hello New York.

(Amy's P.O.V)

I woke up on the morning after the party with a mild hangover. My parents were staying at my house this weekend whilst they had a refurbishment at their home. I rolled out of my bed and looked at my phone to check the time. The brightness from the screen blinded me but I could just see the digits of 9:07. For god sake. I have half an hour to get ready for work.