One Hundred Days • h.s

Chapter Twenty - Five Foot Three

-Day 41 of 100-

Jane's POV

"Hey." Zayn cooed. He sat down my bed and hugged me. I spent the whole morning inside my room without any interactions with anyone except for Zayn and Bella. Bella seemed furious about what happened and they're the only one who knows what happened in that dreaded room.

As Zayn nestled me on his arms, I can't help but think. What happened between him and Harry? Did they fight? Did Zayn confront him? Do I need to tell the boys? What? I don't know. All I want right now is to lay in my bed and sleep the whole day away.

Zayn sighed, "Perrie wants to talk to you." I detached myself from Zayn and sat up immediately with wide eyes.

I scrunched up my nose and gulped. Perrie? Seriously? We haven't even met! Not like I have something against her or anything, I just don't do good in meeting new people. Especially this one, this is Zayn's - girlfriend?

"Wait. Are you guys dating? What?"

Zayn chuckled, "We're official."

I stared at him wide eyed. Seems only yesterday that he introduced me to Perrie. The day at the coffee shop. The day where Harry and I haven't made amendments yet.

Why is it that it's like Harry's got a power to sneak into my mind every once in a while? Because believe me, it's annoying. I love him, yes. But it's freaky. Oh gosh, I remember what I told him yesterday.

"Whoa." I muttered, "Er, maybe next time? When I'm better."

"Sure." Zayn smiled genuinely. "Uh, I'll be back, okay? I'm gonna get ready for a gig tonight."

I almost forgot they got their work. I nodded and Zayn ruffled my hair then got outside. I puffed out air and laid back down. So I see now what's fascinating about ceilings. They let you think, relax or imagine scenarios in your head. Like right now, it help me think for a second without Harry bothering me.

Am I gonna go tonight at their gig? No. Will they let me? Probably. Why? Because Zayn and Bella knows that I need to get my mind off Harry for a minute or two and being at their gig, watching him singing songs makes me want to tackle him - in a good way. Besides, that club makes me nauseous. I don't ever wanna go back. It was the worst night of my life.

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So, I skipped tonight's dinner because I was really lazy going downstairs and I was serious about me staying in my room the whole day. I entertained myself by painting my toenails, surfing the net and played music. I also dressed up a lot which I regretted so bad. It took a lot of time arranging my clothes.

Right now, I am watching Netflix with an empty, growling stomach. I am secretly wishing that someone knocks on my door and gives me two boxes of pizza and a bowl of popcorn with a soda. Also with a cookie dough ice cream.

"Jane?" I heard Liam's voice from the other side of the door. I rolled my eyes and paused what I was watching. And for the first time, I stood up the bed and opened the door for someone. Ha. I feel proud.

I widely opened the door with a grin only to be greeted by Liam, all dressed up and ready to go. "Are you gonna come?" He asked sweetly.

I ponder for a moment. I'm in a good mood now, I'm feeling better so why not right? I bit my lip. Maybe not. I'm too lazy and I'm too engrossed on what I'm watching and I just can't leave my bed behind.

"No." I said quietly, "Have fun though and good luck." I smiled.

"Too bad. We're going out again after our performances. So maybe we'll be out until late midnight. We ordered pizza for you since you didn't eat. Maybe it'll be here in ten." Aww. I swear, that's so sweet of them it makes me want to hide them in my pocket and take them home with me in Denver.