Distance Between Us | j.d.b ✔️ (BOOK I X II) THE FANFIC

Chapter 01

In the first picture that's also the balacony lining they have (not the lining in the second picture)

Note: Harry is Leigh-Ann's bestfriend. 

    This was just a plain chapter showing you Leigh isn't completely over Justin (this happens to be present)

Silence filled the room as the two best friends sipped their beers.

Leigh-Ann removed the bottle from her plump lips and began to fiddle with the bottle. Harry removed the bottle from his peach colored lips and sighed, looking around the loft in which the two both lived in. It was a decent loft with window that never seemed to end and materialistic titles.

"This is no fun is it, love?" Harry coughed his voice slightly raspy. Leigh-Ann continued to fiddle with the rim of the rum bottle, avoiding Harry's light blue greenish eyes. Her lips began to create a thin line as she harshly swallowed the lump in her throat.

"No, not at all." She whispered, closing her eyes and pushing herself further into the sofa that she had grown to love over the last few months. Harry nodded and removed himself from the leather sofa his half empty beer still in his hand.

"Stand up, Ann. We need to get out of here." He offered, holding out his large hand for her to take.

"No, that's the thing Harry." She declined, staring at his open hand. "You want me to get my mind off of the situation. That only helps for a while. You need to let me sit here and think about it, so I won't have to think about it tomorrow. I'm not depressed, I'm fine. I'm perfectly fine. It's just going to take me a while to get over him completely. I know you're just trying to help me, but I'd like a few minutes to myself if that's not too much to ask of you." Harry stared Leigh-Ann down for a second, thinking about responding, but stopped himself and nodded soon to jog upstairs to the open layout bedroom.

        After a few hours Harry noticed Ann was still in the same position she was in before he got up from the sofa. Slightly, irritated by his friend he grabbed his phone and wallet from off the bed, jogged down the stairs and walked over to her, kneeling down. He simply stared at her dull temple for a moment.

"Ann?" He whispered, removing the beer from her hands replacing it with his. Ann didn't move an inch nor did she blink until Harry rubbed his thumb along one of her knuckles.

"Yes?" She croaked, as she finally made eye contact with him and began to blink slowly.

"I know you don't want to get up, but we're going to Starbucks." Harry stated and grabbed her hand carefully.

That was all he had to say to make her get up.