I felt someone gently shake me awake. I groaned.
"I dun wanna gerrup," I mumbled still half asleep.
"Jaida, babe, it's me! C'mon wake up now," someone whispered.
I shot out of my bed. "Harry? What are you doing in my apartment?" But as I looked around the room, I realised it wasn't my apartment. I looked down to find myself in an oversized t-shirt. These weren't my pyjamas.
"Crap!" I almost shouted as I struggled out of the bed sheets. "Please tell me I didn't crash here last night."
"Well we got home late and we didn't have a key to your apartment because you were asleep and we didn't want to wake your mum so we thought it would be alright for you to crash here," Harry explained.
"Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap!" I said scampering around the room to find my clothes from last night. I prayed that Mum wouldn't notice that I had been gone all night. Then I stopped, a thought suddenly hitting me.
"There's not enough beds for six people in this apartment..." I trailed off. Harry seemed to understand where I was going.
"Don't worry you slept in my bed," he explained.
My face dropped. I looked down at the over sized t-shirt I was wearing that clearly wasn't mine and then looked at my clothes that were scattered around the room. "We didn't... we didn't you know... did we?"
Harry stared at me in shock. "No! No! We didn't! No I slept on the floor!"
I sighed of relief. "Oh thank god! Wait! You didn't have to sleep on the floor! You could have put me on the couch!" I glanded at the clock. "Look I better get going. I don't want Mum to get worried and all that. I'll come by later to drop off the t-shirt. Thanks for a good night last night. That was definitely the best birthday I've ever had," I said, kissing him on the lips. "And tell the rest of the boys that I said thank you and everything and I'll pop over later. Bye." I placed another kiss on his lips.
"Bye," Harry said as he kissed me.
"Bye," I said kissing him again.
"Bye," he said, once again kissing me.
"Bye," I said with a kiss.
"Bye," Harry said kissing me again, but this time longer and more passionately.
I broke away from the kiss. "You know I could do this all day, but I really have to go now. Bye." With one last kiss, I quietly snuck out of the apartment.
I got to my own door, quietly unlocked it and went inside. It was very quiet and luckily Mum hadn't woken up yet. I opened the fridge and looked for something to eat. It looked like Mum had forgotten to do the shopping yesterday.
Seeing as though I was already up, I quickly got dressed and went down to the local Waitrose. I grabbed everything we needed and headed towards the counter. I unpacked the basket and waited for the check out chick to finish scanning my items. She looked up at me and her mouth dropped.
".God! You're Harry Styles' new girlfriend!" she squealed.
I was shocked. How did she know? Who was she? How did she know Harry? "I'm sorry?" I asked.
She picked up the magazine that she had been reading and shoved it in my face. The headline read, "One Direction's Harry Styles' Mystery Girlfriend" and it was surrounded by several pictures of me and Harry from last night. There were pictures of us kissing in between the Ferris Wheel and Dodgem Cars. There were pictures of us getting fairy floss. There were pictures of us holding hands. I opened the magazine and read the article. "Super hot Harry Styles from British boy band One Direction was seen getting cosy with a mystery girl yesterday at the local carnival. The fact that they were with fellow band members, Louis, Liam, Zayn and Niall didn't stop them from showing their love for one another..." British boy band? Fellow band members Louis, Liam, Zayn and Niall? I suddenly felt light headed.
"Can I have this?" I asked holding the magazine up.
"Yeah sure," she said and with that, I ran out of the grocery store. "Hey! What about your shopping?" she yelled after me, but I had other things on my mind.
I got to apartment 13 and slammed the door. Harry was in the kitchen, half naked as usual, and Niall and Liam were sitting on the couch engrossed in discussion.
"Does someone want to tell me what the hell is going on?" I demanded.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.
"Why don't you and your little boy band tell me why there are pictures of me and you on the front page of this friggin magazine?" I said producing the magazine.
"Oh crap," he said.
Liam and Niall had gotten up from the couch with worried expressions.
"I told you we should have gone somewhere quiet last night!" Niall exclaimed.
"Babe, look I'm sorry. I was going to tell you. We were going to tell yo - " Harry started but I interrupted.
"Don't you dare babe, me. And that's the point Harry. You were going to tell me, but you didn't. You didn't tell me anything! None of you told me anything! I thought we were friends but obviously not. I thought you trusted me! I thought you would have trust me with something like this! What, did you think I was going to share all your secrets with the press or something? " Tears were streaming down my face. Harry moved towards me and tried to comfort me.
"No. Get off me. There's this little thing in relationships, Harry. It's called trust. You're supposed to trust the person you love. So why don't you trust me? Why don't any of you trust me?" I cried. I ran for the door and slammed it as I left.
Harry sat on the couch, head in his hands. The other boys all sat around him trying to comfort him. Harry assumed that because all the other boys were older they would have advice for him, but they didn't. None of them had ever been in this position before. How could he stuff up what he had with Jaida? He loved her. He trusted her. He was only trying to protect her. That's what they were all doing. They didn't want her to get hate and death threats. Harry sighed. He had to fix this. He just had to.
"Come on Harry," Zayn said. "We need to get going for that interview now."
I curled up on the couch in my own apartment. Mum had left for work while I was out so I was all alone. I turned my mobile off and unhooked the landline phone. Black mascara smudged my cheeks. I went into my room and grabbed Harry's shirt that I had worn to bed the night before. I brought it to my chest. It smelt exactly like him. I hugged it as though it was him. It hurt me so much to think that he would hide something like this from me. Maybe this was my fault. Maybe I over-reacted.
I pushed all of my jumbled thoughts to the back of my head and reached for the laptop. I went to Google and typed in One Direction. I had a look at the first few websites. I found countless fan sites and blogs dedicated to them. I went to YouTube and listened to their single What Makes You Beautiful and I must admit I quite liked it even though I was extremely mad at them for not telling me. I shut down the laptop, realising that searching them up was not easing my thoughts, only jumbling them up again. I grabbed my car keys (Mum caught the Tube to work) and decided to go for a drive. A drive would take my mind off things.
I made my way down to the car park and put the keys in the ignition. I turned the radio on full blast in hope that it would drown out my thoughts. I had been hoping that the station would have nonstop music but instead I had turned on in the middle of an interview.
"So who is this mystery girl Harry?" the interviewer asked. I groaned just my luck. I just had to turn on in the middle of interview with the boys. Or maybe I should start calling them One Direction? I was about to change the station when I heard Harry's response. I pulled over my car and sat on the side of the ride.
"Well, to be honest, I love her with all my heart," he said. "I'm absolutely lost without her. And she's probably not listening right now, but if some miracle she is, I'm sorry. For everything. I love you. I had you once and I lost you and if I lose you again I will never let you go."
"We all love her," Liam added. "She is our best friend. If t wasn't for her, we would just be five boys sitting alone on a couch. Cheers for all the good times."
After hearing the messages, I knew what I had to do. I started up the car and drove back home.
