My Love Story ( Jade Thirlwall & Harry Styles Fan Fiction )

Chapter 25

PERRIE'S P.O.V

It was Harry carrying jade in his muscular arms. We all rushed towards them.

" is jade ok? " I asked.

" no, she was unconscious for two hours " he said.

" we have to keep her warm, quickly " Liam said.

We all surrounded Harry as he kept jade near the fire. I quickly ran to my tent and got my bottle. I rushed out, I put a single drop on my my hand and sprinkled it on her face. It didn't work. I kept trying and she blinked. We all came closer.

JADE'S P.O.V

I blinked my eyes as something wet hit my face. I had no idea what happen. All I remember was...pain. And I was struggling as my ankle was bleeding. I tried to open my eyes and gazed up their noses. I frowned as they looked at me curiously. Suddenly their face looked like they were relieved or something.

" yaaaay! "Perrie screamed and hugged me.

" what happened? " I asked.

" you were unconscious for 2 hours- I interrupted Niall

" 2 hours?!? " I exclaimed.

" the good news is, Harry saved your life. " Liam completed Niall's sentence.

I looked at Harry who was smirking at me.

" thanks " I said.

" your welcome " he smiled.

" can we eat now? I'm kind of hungry " Louis said.

Surprisingly, Louis said it, not Niall. Everyone agreed and Zayn took out a big packet of marshmallows. My mouth started watering. We all surrounded around the fire and heated our marshmallows.

After we ate, Niall took out his guitars and we all sang a song. It was the most fun night ever.

" let's play something " Perrie said.

" yea " everyone agreed.

" or say scary stories. " Harry said in a scary voice.

Everyone nodded.

" ok, who will say first " Harry said.

" I will " I said raising my hands.

( A/N :- you can skip the scary story...it's really long )

" I lived in a house from hell for four years, from age eleven to almost sixteen. There was constantly something happening. Doors flying open and shut, voices, footsteps. Nothing ever stayed where you put it. I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked and I was constantly terrified.

One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little girl in my bathroom. Every time I walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right outside my bedroom) I saw a little girl with blond curled hair and a rose-colored dress. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 1905. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. Once I stepped in past her, I couldn't see her anymore but I could feel her there. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably forever.

As the years went by and things in the house continued to get worse, she started seeming... darker. I started feeling like she wasn't really a little girl. I knew there was something ugly in the house and I felt like it was presenting this sympathetic image to me. Then I started thinking I was completely losing my mind.

One day, when I was 14, I had a friend from out of town come stay with me for a week. I hadn't told her anything whatsoever about the house because I didn't think she would come if I did. Right after she got there we were sitting in my room and she left to go to the bathroom. About a minute later she walked back in with a puzzled look on her face and said "So, there's a little girl in your bathroom". "Um, I, yeah she hangs out in there. Blond hair?" "Curls? Pink dress? Yeah. You know that's not really a little girl, don't you?" I almost threw up. I was so relieved and terrified and excited and ready to run out of the house screaming. She wouldn't use my bathroom the rest of the week and I started using it as little as possible without pissing off my parents (who did not want to believe).