One Hundred Days • h.s

Chapter Nineteen - Idiot

(Everytime I update, it keeps getting deleted and this is really pissing me off. Dammit. Anyways, here is the chapter That was deleted TWO TIMES. -.-)

-Day 40 of 100-

Jane's POV

Today, they decided to take a swim since the weather was perfect and since they need to tan. Yes, I know right. Actually, I didn't agree to this. Bella and Zayn just forced me to go. Bella came barging in my room holding a swimsuit in her hands and threw it to me then left me to change, which of course I didn't do and then Zayn had to practically drag me outside.

They said I was too pale and dull - which was really true. I guess I kind of deserve this too, so here I am sitting in one of those lounge chairs they have here, Ray Ban's resting on my nose's bridge, a huge t-shirt from Zayn that covered the swimsuit underneath. I watched Niall chase Bella in the water, Liam flipping burgers with a Louis who bugs him, Zayn was just a feet away from me, tapping on his phone while drinking and yep, Harry's missing again.

Harry and I's relationship grew more distant than before and it scared me. It's like my first week here came back. He was cold, dull and always had a bored face. Ever since the 'boyfriend' incident he was like that.

"Jane! Dammit! Get in here and have fun! Oh and you're really pale!" I placed the book down and then pushed the Ray Ban's down to my nose to get a good look at Bella. I didn't answer because Niall was sneaking behind her, Bella on the other hand, was raising eyebrows. Later Niall pulled her back in the water causing Bella to squeal, I shook my head and went back reading.

I tried my best not to think about Harry which I failed miserably at. Where was he? Why did his attitude towards me grew colder? What did I do wrong? Is it the boyfriend thing? How naïve is he? The boys are obviously trying to make him jealous!

Bella and I talked about that act and she was glad that I didn't plan it because even if this world will turn upside down, Harry's still her brother and she doesn't like seeing him hurt.

I flipped the page but a photograph fell on my chest. I picked it up and saw the photo from Bella's room. I examined it for a long moment and I swear, this Harry looks like the Harry. The resemblance was very visible and obvious. Green eyes, except he kind of had a straighter hair but other than that, the same.

Shaking my head, I just placed it in between a random page. Maybe it can serve as an bookmark. But I can't help asking questions. What if they're the same Harry? What if he really is, will he remember me? What if he'll think about me more of a child? What if he stopped liking me?

What ifs. Oh gosh, I hate those kind of questions yet here I am, asking those questions to myself. How ironic.

I sighed, thinking about it. I admit, it made me miss how we were before, the hugs, the kisses, his eyes, his dimples cheeks, his smiles, his cheeky comments. I miss those, I miss him.

And then, just like that a pair of green eyes I have grown to lo-like, the kind where you could get lost into, the once very bright but now dark and dull - were staring down at me.

Harry's bags under his eyes were very visible, his eyes look very tired and he looks at me dead in the eye, his nightmares occurred again worse than before, "We need to talk." He said.

I watch Harry walk inside. I removed my shades and placed the book down, scurrying inside. I quickly caught up with his steps, standing right behind him while playing with the hem of Zayn's shirt. I was so nervous, nervous about what he will say or anything. Nervous about everything, really.

Harry opened a door, motioning me to go inside so I did, still looking down. When I finally looked up, I scanned the room.

Music sheets were scattered everywhere, a shirt hanging on a chair, guitars hanging on the wall, a drum set at the side, a piano in the middle and two small booths on the other side. Guitar picks were on the floor and to be honest, it was really messy with all the wires tangled and such. The music room was very messy.