Sacrifice (Harry Styles Fan fiction)

Chapter 31

Jaylies POV

I woke up in the middle of the night trickling with little beads of sweat. I forgotten where I was.... Harrys room. My eyes waver in his direction, he is fast asleep, snoring ever so slightly. It was..........cute

I quickly fell back to sleep with a smile on my face, and Harry in mind.

Harrys POV

I woke with a jolt, and sat up. Quickly regretting it as I had a major headache. That was the downfall for me, I could hold my liquor, but I always got the worst head pains.

I had also noticed the blanket was pulled off me, covering a petite body. I look up to the bed and see the smallest body groove of where Jaylie was. I wonder how she ended up on the floor.

I quietly exited my room to start a batch of coffee. I lean up against the edge of the island and eat an apple in the process of anticipation.

"Morning" Jaylie whispered.

"Jesus" I jump and drop my apple.

"Sorry" she giggled.

I smile and pick up my apple, setting it on the counter. The coffee buzzes letting me know it's done. I pour two cups and try to get the perfect blend of creamer, sugar, and milk.

Once I think I've got it right, I hand one to Jaylie. She brings the cup to her lips and takes a sip,  taking a moment to savor the taste.

I raise an eyebrow and wait for an answer.

"Its good" she smiles " But I can fix it"

"Fix it..... You just said you liked it" I whine sarcastically.

She takes the cup from my hand and sets it on the counter next to all the supplies. She moves so fast that I couldn't see what she did. Before I could even open my mouth, she turns around and hands me my cup back.

I bring it to my lips and let the warm liquid dance on my tongue before swallowing.

She did it again.....

I half smile to show she was a success but remained quiet.

"Is something wrong?" she asks.

I shake my head slowly, continuing to drink.

"Are you sure" she further questions.

"Yes" I say in exasperation.

"You don't look ok" she examines.

"God Dammit!!! I said I'm fine" I say raising my voice.

She cowers just for a split second, if I weren't studying her I wouldn't have noticed.

"I was just concerned for you well being...." she spits and storms up the stairs.

What am I doing wrong?????

Jaylies POV

I almost slam my door, if it weren't for my friends were still sleeping.

I sit on my bed and look out the window... The sun has just rose, and the birds starting to chirp. How can such a pretty world, be so messed up.

If you look at it, it seems as if the sun dies every night to be replaced by the moon, yet is reborn every morning, and repeats in a cycle.

Birds now feeding their young, after having to slave for hours trying to find a worm. Looking further back to when the mother was once the child. The only one to survive. Pushed out of the nest to test her abilities. As her wings spread and flapped to keep her from falling, as she had to watch her brothers and sisters fell to their deaths around her.

Every beautiful thing has a story....... So what's Harry's?

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I undressed from Harry's clothes folding them neatly in a pile.

I chose a long sleeved crop top that said "take me to Nederland" and high waisted jean shorts with white lace. I sit on the floor in front of the mirror and do my hair and makeup.

As soon as I was done I returned the clothes to Harry's room. I set them on his bed, seeing as it was still unmade.

The pillow I slept on was slightly turned revealing a small notebook.

I shouldn't........ But maybe I should.

I creep towards the pillow and I'm about to touch the notebook when the door opens.

"What are you doing here?" he demands.

"I was..... uhm....... just returning your clothes" I stutter.

"oh..." he recovers looking back at his feet.

Well it's not like I wasn't......

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Hey sorry for the  short update..... I have loads of work.

What do you think of Harrys mood changes? Or his secret journal..... hmmmm....

Vote, and comment what you think....

Thanks

-T