(Hi guys! So, I'm sorry about the typos throughout the book. I'll edit them sometime if I got a chance. Anyway, thank for 400+ reads. So happy about that. Okay, you can carry on reading now. xox)
-Day 50 of 100-
Jane's POV
"Shut up because you don't understand." I snapped at Harry who was being an obnoxious asshole.
"Fucking explain it to me then, Jane." He stated, his voice firm and stern.
Wondering why we are fighting? Well, Dustin and I went out yesterday and unfortunately I got home at midnight because we had a family dinner. It was sudden and I didn't have the chance to tell them that I'll be spending time with them because my phone was dead and they were really strict.
They all know that I was adopted and my biological parents found me so I guess they all understood. Well all except for my overly jealous boyfriend. I was gonna explain it to him when I get home but he was asleep and he confronted me right before I wake up which pissed me more. Plus, it's my time of the month, causing my mood swings and snapping at him.
Harry's waaaay too jealous of Dustin.
I groaned and walked away from Harry who was fighting with me in the hallway. We were lucky enough that the boys went out for grocery and luckily, Bella was still asleep. Let's just hope she wouldn't hear us. But then again, Bella is a heavy sleeper.
"Just drop it, Harry. Dustin and I are friends and it will only stay at that zone. Okay? So shut up. I don't get why you're so damn jealous." I snap at Harry and walked away to go downstairs. Harry then trailed behind me.
"Because you're my girlfriend and I have every right to be jealous." Harry answered behind me.
"Whatever." I mumbled and continued walking.
Honestly, I don't know where I'd go. It was just an instinct to walk away from him. I could've gone anywhere but now I can't even think where to go because of him trailing behind me. I can only imagine Harry pulling faces behind my back.
I am secretly hoping the boys would barge in the door so this shit of a fight with Harry will stop. I got to teach Harry how to keep calm and see things on the bright side. The other day he was fretting over this thing about me leaving him and it made me really nervous. He was like all over the place but the boys calmed him down. Apparently, it happened after another nightmare.
"Babe, stop!" Harry's voice boomed. I was about to answer but I was greeted by a very hard wall.
My head bumped onto it. I backed away immediately while holding the area my face hit the wall. Goddamn it. I'm such an idiot. I'm not even looking at where I'm going. Harry's warning was absolutely useless because I bumped myself on a wall.
Harry led me to the kitchen and sat me down. I let out a small whimper because it fucking hurts. My forehead was mostly hit bad. I watch as Harry fumble with an ice pack on his hand. I silently laughed at him. He looks so cute being paranoid.
Harry then came back to me holding an ice pack and a glass of water. Aw, he's so sweet.
"Where does it hurt?" He asked. I point on my forehead and he immediately applied the ice pack.
"Harry, it's not like I was punched or something. It wasn't that bad." I laughed as Harry placed my hand on the ice pack on my forehead. I watch him sit down in front of me.
Harry chuckled, "It seemed pretty bad, babe. I heard a thud. I don't want you hurting." He flashed me one of his smiles.
Harry doesn't want me hurting. Aw, whatever.
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