One Hundred Days • h.s

Chapter Eighteen - Lady

-Day 38 of 100-

Harry's POV

I couldn't sleep properly at night anymore since Jane had a boyfriend. She made me feel safe and she made me feel lighter. My nightmares became more frequent, everytime with new scenes playing inside my head.

I couldn't take it. I couldn't take seeing Jane happy with Zayn. Yes, Zayn's her boyfriend as what Louis told me. I want Jane to be happy with me and only me.

Fuck, you're whipped and you only took a month to be in it.

"Harry?" Bella called.

"Yeah?"

"Where is Jane?! Call her for me please!" She shouted.

"Why me?"

"Don't be a lazy ass and stand up already." She rolled her eyes.

"You don't talk to me like that." I narrowed my eyes at her and got up from the couch, pausing my game. I exited the room and went to look for Jane.

I wandered these halls, I just realized it was very lonely living alone. I was grateful having them. I whistled while tapping on my phone. I met this girl yesterday at work, she was a fan a lovely one. She and I became friends, she constantly gives me advices or some jokes.

Daisy has a one-year-old boy and is two years older than me. And I am not interested. I mean, I like Jane and Daisy has a son.

I passed by the music room where I heard a piano playing, not sure on who but what I'm sure about is no one plays the piano here. I mean, we can but we play it sometimes. I think this is the first time it was played this year. I also stopped playing it when she.. left me.

"I hate you, don't leave me cause I love when you kiss me, I'm in pieces, you complete me." The voice sang.

I knocked, seeing Jane on the piano. Her head snapped up and her hands immediately detached itself on the keys. She stood up immediately, closing the piano.

"Harry." She smiles at me.

"Bella's looking for you, she's in the kitchen."

"Oh. Okay." She nodded and went pass me to go to the kitchen but I stopped her.

She looked at me oddly, her face with confusion. "Do you need something?" Jane asked.

"I-I, nothing." I let her hand go and she smiles at me sadly, going away.

I miss her. Fucking feelings.

Jane's POV

"Dinner's ready!" I called as I wiped my hands at the back of my jeans. Turns out Bella needed help in cooking dinner. I asked what's so special about it. We can eat a bread for crying out loud. She didn't answer me, though.

The boys emerged one by one and sat on their seats as Bella places the food on the table. She's an amazing cooker, I'm an amazing slicer.

Harry doesn't make an appearance yet. I kept on looking out the door in hopes of him going in.

"Jane! Seat beside Zayn." Liam said pointing at the seat across him. I smiled at him, removing my apron and sitting beside my cousin. He nudged me and whispered that Harry was taking a bath. A blush crept in which the boys noticed.

Dinner went smoothly until Harry decided to show. His hair was a tousled mess, he wears white shirt with all his tattoos peeking, and damn does he look hot.

"Glad you decided to show up. I was a minute away into stealing your food." Louis joked which Harry rolled his eyes at. His eyes wandered around the table and stopped at me. I smiled at him which he do not return. Instead he looked beside me and saw a laughing Zayn. His green gaze went back to me - hardened.

I stared at my food, picking at it. My mouth formed a fishy face. I have found it enjoying than biting my lips and it suits me. Aha.

"Harry's jealous, mate." I heard Niall whisper to Zayn. I followed his gaze that went to Harry to me. I gave him a weird look and he leaned in a bit.

"He's jealous. He likes you." He said as I was drinking water. I almost spit the water out which led into my choking. I coughed and Zayn rubbed my back as the others laugh.

I know he likes me, he told me few times. I just can't believe he was jealous. It can't be. Doesn't he know Zayn's my cousin? Oh my God this guy's an absolute dork.

"Stop whispering dirty things to her, Zayn. She's eating." Louis laugh and I almost wanted to gag. I knew it. They're making him jealous. These guys, I swear, acting like ten-year-olds.

I snorted, which was very unattractive. "Shut up, Lou." I said rolled my eyes. "I'm done here." I said a little too serious as I was supposed to.

"We were kidding! Stay here!" Zayn begged, holding my wrist. They were staring at us. Bella wiggling her eyebrows, Louis and Liam winking at me, Niall looking at Harry while holding back a laugh. I looked at him too, he stopped himself from chewing.

I took a deep breath and furrowed my eyebrows. They need to stop, their plan obviously worked out. Right?

Harry was staring straight at the wall, gripping onto his fork tightly.

"Whatever." I sat down once again, noticing Harry rolling his eyes and swallowing his food.

When we were finally finished, I stood up letting them clean my dishes, I'm too tired and sleepy for that. So I walked by everyone, going to the bedrooms. I was really really sleepy. I swear my eyes are being droopy. I don't know why I was too sleepy.

I successfully walked into my room and threw myself on the bed, closing my eyes but I', not yet asleep.

Harry likes me. I like him back. We cuddle, we kiss, we hug. We share jokes. I accidentally told him I love him (which is kind of sure yet unsure). He gets jealous, I do too. This is too much to take in just one summer.

As I was about to sleep, my phone rang loudly. I lazily reached for it and answered the phone.

"Hello?" I said with a groggy voice.

"I'm sorry, is this Jane Hamilton?" A woman from the other line asked.

I nodded even though she can't see. "Yes, this is she. May I ask who's this?"

The voice chuckled, "Oh honey, don't you remember me? It's me. Mrs. Coleman!"

I smiled widely with the name's mention. It was Mrs. Coleman, the woman who raised me. The woman who saw my first everything as a child. She was Mrs. Coleman, the woman from the orphanage I was in before.

"Mrs. Coleman! I missed you! I'm sorry I rarely visit there at GHB! How are you?"

"It's fine, honey. I missed you, too. It's fine, darling. Everything's fine here and as usual, I was getting old." She laughed, "Anyway the real reason I called you is..."

"Yeah?" I urged her to continue.

"Well, you see, yesterday morning, there's this very rich lady who came looking for a Jane Sanford here.." I furrowed my eyebrows, that's me. That was my surname before I got adopted.

"And?" I trailed.

"She's claiming that she's your mother."

My breathing hitched, my mouth fell agape and my eyes wide in shock.

"I-Is she?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes, she is."

"H-how?"

"She looks just like you, Jane."

"How can you be so sure?"

I heard a sigh on the other line, "Just come down here on Monday, we'll sort things out. Good night, Jane." The line ended and I let my phone slip.

There's a lady who claims to be my mother. There's this thing between Harry and I. Harry being jealous. How can this happen in just a day?

(Ooooh. Hahaha. Is it very boring or something? I'm really sorry.)