Loose Change (Harry Styles Fan-Fic) Book 2 (IN EDITING)

Part thirty- five

Song for chapter on the side <3

Gif of Jane and her dad on the side <3

WARNING: SAD

EnjoyXx

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"Jane. Jane you have to wake up. Jane." I hear as I feel myself being shaken lightly.

I hear myself groan as I sit myself up slowly, my eyes still closed and my hand automatically going to the back of my head.

"My head." I mutter as my eyes shut even tighter due to the sudden pain.

I feel something very cold touch the back of my head, an ice pack I'm guessing, and I replace my hand with the person's, now holding the ice pack.

"Thanks." I say as I feel my whole face scrunch up. The pain is pretty bad, maybe almost menacing.

"No problem."

My lips separate at the realization of who the stranger is and I wish that my eyes would glue shut, but since I obviously fell on my head, I have to keep myself awake so I won't fall into a coma or something. But then again, maybe that wouldn't be so bad.

"Open your eyes. I can't risk you getting into a coma."

I force out a chuckle and I don't think I have ever heard a faker laugh in my life. I just want to leave.

My eyes open and at first I think I'm just dreaming again since I see him wearing that petrifying red cloak, but when my eyes finally focus and everything begins to clear, I realize that he's just wearing a Dark red long sleeve button down. What a coincidence. An ironic, metaphoric, and self aching coincidence.

He's just staring down at me and right now I feel homeless again and that he's yet another wealthy snob holding a cup full of something and I'm just awaiting him to just pour it on me already. The pain wouldn't be as bad as it was when that girl did it though, it would be expected - him causing me pain would be expected.

"Where am I?" I ask as I tear my eyes away from him, noticing how I'm laying on a gray very cushioned couch.

Besides me, he is the only one in the room and I'm beginning to feel confused. I'm not in Rose's home anymore, but instead in a modern looking one. The floor is made of a dark ebony brown wood, the walls are a dark blue and are covered with several shelves that are filled with books, potted plants are spread throughout the space, and I just shake my head a little as I bring my knees to my chest.

"Where's Aiden?" I ask as I look back at him.

His black hair is slicked back at the sides, he has very noticeable dark circles under his light blue eyes, slight stubble is tracing itself upon his jawline and he looks like my father when he was younger.... before I came along. I bet he's happier too.

He just remains standing in front of me, his foot tapping persistently in an uncomfortable seeming way.

"You're in my place." He states, ignoring my question about Aiden.

I nod weakly, wrapping my left arm around my legs and placing my right hand down to rest, laying the ice pack down beside me.

"It's um nice." I whisper.

"Um thank you. I decorated it myself."

I nod again, biting my bottom lip to hold my emotions. My head is already killing me in the back and crying right now would just cause it to hurt more and also would make me humiliate myself in front of this man. That's not going to happen.