Better Than Words

Chapter 9

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hi guys :-) sorry it's taken forever for me to write this part, major writers block occured but im back and so excited to see where this story heads! Hope you guys are too!

Also, attached to the side is a picture of Julianna! Not a specific actress or celebrity but I based her off this girl cause she's so pretty. Okay anyway...

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~Julianna's POV~

I woke up with a text buzzing my phone next to me. I grumpily reached over and glanced at the screen.

From: Harry :)

Good morning! Let me know when you're up and we'll go get breakfast. Need to talk to you.

I smiled to myself, doing my best to ignore the worry from him saying we needed to talk. That was almost never good.

To: Harry :)

Just woke up! Be ready in 30 xx

I threw the heavy cover off of me and walked to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. After going through my normal routine, I quickly hopped out and blow dryed my hair to its natrally wavy state. I slipped into my jeans and threw on my mint colored converse along with one of Harry's hoodie that I secretly decided to take from him.

Not even two minutes later Harry's small black sports car pulled up infront of my house. The small diner that we decided to try was only five minutes away and we were seated in no time. After Harry ordered two breakfast combos, I finally worked up the courage to ask him why we were here.

"What did we need to talk about?" I asked hesitantly. Harry bit his lip and then quickly took a sip of his water. I cocked my eyebrow at him, annoyed that he was stalling. After a long gulp, he finally set down his cup and released a heavy sigh.

"Um, well... you see Jules, I've been thinking about some things lately..." He stuttered and looked down at his fingers that were nervously shaking.

I pulled my eyebrows together in confusion and wanted nothing more than for him to just spill whatever it was he was hiding from me.

"Okay... like what?" I asked as calmly as I could. He gently placed his trembling hand on top of mine, but still wouldn't look me in the eye.

"Jules, you know I love music..."

I just nodded my head, completely unsure of where this was going.

"And quitting White Eskimo was the best decision I made, don't think I'm regretting that or anything, it's just that I still really want to take music seriously..."

"Well why couldn't you?" I asked confusedly. "Go solo. Get your own gigs and stuff."

"Yeah, I mean I guess." He shrugged, but I could tell he was still nervous about something. "Jules?"

"Yeah?"

"Is it stupid for dreams to be almost out of reach, like nearly impossible?"

I admired his beautiful features that were twisted with concern and I just wanted to hug him tightly.

"Of course not... That's what dreams are."

He finally looked up at me and gave me a small smile.

"I'm torn."

My heart ached at his words.

"Torn over what?"

"My dreams, and what I already have." He said softly, looking back down at the table.

"Hey," I squeezed his hand gently and got him to meet my gaze. "What you have right now will always be here. What has you talking like this? Why are you so concerned about this all of the sudden?"

He bit his lip and refused to look my way as he spoke.

"I think I might want to make my dreams a reality."

His words didn't match his actions at all. Shouldn't he be happy?

"Harry, that's awesome! I totally think you should. Why do you seem so down?"

A tear trickled down his cheek and his bottom lip trembled.

"What if I lose you because of this dream..."

I felt my heart stop at his words. Lose me?

"Well, I'm not sure how big of a dream we're talking about here so-"

"X-Factor." He cut me off, his words were barely audible.

"W-What?" I had to make sure I heard him right. He brought his stare to meet mine and looked at me with tear filled eyes.

"X-Factor." He confirmed.

I had to remind myself to keep breathing. I dropped my gaze to the floor and couldn't help the tear that slid down my cheek.

He'd be gone. I could already see thousands of girls dropping at his feet, falling in love with his soulful voice and charm. What about me? Where would I fit into all of that?

I hadn't realized I was full on crying until he said something.

"No Jules, forget about it, I won't go. I'm not leaving. Please stop crying, please..." He whispered and wiped the tears off my face with his thumb.

I shook my head as I processed words to say.

"Hell no Harry. No."

"Yes I agree, that was stupid for me to even suggest-"

"No Harry," I cut him off before he could finish. "You're going."

He stared at me wide eyed and I didn't give him a chance to respond.

"I will never let you determine your dreams based on what I say or do. Never."

I stood up from my side of the booth and slid in next to him, hugging his torso side ways and pressing my right cheek against his chest.

"You're gonna go on that show, and you're gonna kick ass. You're gonna represent Holmes Chapel, your family, and everything you stand for. You're going to make Barbara so happy and you're going to make Derek envious of you. And you're going to make me the proud." I finished my little rant and realized that I was crying again.

He pried my arms off from around him and caressed my cheek with his left hand, kissing away the tears that fell. He pressed his forehead gently against mine and whispered a promise to me and to himself.

"I am going to make you proud."