One Hundred Days • h.s

Chapter Twelve - Instagramming

-Same Day-

Jane's POV

I can see from the corner of my eye that Harry's been staring at me for the whole time. Bella was mysteriously gone. Probably with her boyfriend (I assumed that).

I have introduced myself like I'm in middle school. I said my name and where I originally live. Of course there were follow up questions about why I was here or if I was the girlfriend of Harry. I answered everything without hesitations.

At first, they kept asking me if my name was really Jane. I always said yes and they gave Harry a look. I don't know what for but it's building up my curiosity. Again.

Liam, Louis and I are getting along really well. Meanwhile, Niall was kind of having second thoughts.

Zayn's sitting beside me with Harry on my other. Niall was in front of me and I was a bit shy at him. He was obviously a little sceptic about me.

"One last question, how old are you?" Louis asked which made the others look at him weirdly.

"Eighteen." I answered with a smile.

"Four years? Not bad." He shrugged then the others commented.

Liam said, "Louis, you have a girlfriend."

Zayn told Louis, "Oy. Keep your hands on yourself mate."

I said that it's okay and I know he meant nothing about it. We laughed about it and I noticed Harry giving a tight smile. What is wrong with this guy?

Niall was looking at me by the time I looked at them. They were all talking. I gave him a small smile which he gladly returns. I felt lighter when he did, I thought another person hated me at the first time.

Harry was slumped in the seat next to me, smiling and chuckling occasionally whenever the boys say or talk about something funny.

"Mate, are you alright?" Niall's Irish accent rang my ears. The others waited for an answer.

Harry sat properly then said, "Yeah." It was short and dismissive.

"Why don't you guys settle in your rooms for a while? Fix your things and rest. Then let's all talk at dinner, eh? You must me tired from your flights or trips." I suggested. I can see tiredness in their eyes.

"Don't you want to be with us?" Louis questioned.

So I answered him no and said that I just wanted them to rest. They understood my intentions and went to their rooms.

"Oh and by the way," Harry started, "Jane's staying at Liam's room."

Liam said that he'll just sleep with Zayn in his room. It sounded bad, so they laughed at him on their way up.

I was left with Harry. He was holding a straight-face.

"What's the problem?" I asked, "your bestfriends are here. Aren't you happy?"

"I am." He said. "It's just that-" He didn't finish, he just groaned.

I sat beside him, facing him. His head propped on his hand that leans on his knees.

The boys' noise can still be heard from down here. How loud can they be? I'm afraid now. Kidding.

Harry obviously has a problem. When I was a child, my childhood Harry always hugs me whenever I feel disappointed that no one will adopt me or if he doesn't come. I may have been doing that too.

So I scooted closer to Harry then I wrapped my arms around him. He was surprised at first but the hugged me back later on.

"My friend back then always hugs me whenever I was disappointed or sad. So I figured you need one. This maybe a bit childish, but hey. It makes you smile. My hugs are the best." I said and his chest vibrated and his laugh fills my ears.