Recap:
Harry cupped my self and leaned in.
*Jessica's p.o.v*
Harry kissed me gently. I smiled into the kiss. It was all sweet until I fell backwards into the water, Harry falling with me. I came up and Harry did too. It was really quiet. Talk about awkward.
"Oh, I have to call my uh friend." I said.
I ran out of the pool grabbing a towel and running up to the room. I walked into my room only to see the one and only Trevor. I smiled and ran out the door him chasing me. I ran down to the water park. I ran as fast as I could over to the boys. I jumped behind Niall really fast. I closed my eyes and latched on to Niall's leg, so I didn't know what happened. I opened my eyes and saw the boys looking at me. I looked around and saw him by the pool. Eyeing me. Time to end this. My pay back. I got up and made my way to him. I took a deep breathe as I reached him.
"Why don't you just die?" He asked me.
I looked straight at him in the eye and smirked. I punched him right on the side of his head as hard as I could. I know am having second thoughts. Oh well I know how he fights. Perfect. He looked at me and tried to punch me in the stomach, but me as I knew he would do this grabbed his fist and twisted his arm around. Good thing he twisted with his arm. I know had him around the neck. He bite at my hand and arm trying to get me off. I head butted. yes I did that. I didn't know what to do. I thought for a second. He can't swim. Perfect. We are by the deep end of the pool. I smirked to myself and pushed him in the pool and ran for it. I ran past the boys and just ran to the room. I wasn't ready for them to say anything. Once I got to the room. I looked the door and put a chair in front of it. I fell on the bed and just tried not to cry, that's the only thing that makes me feel completely weak. I saw Niall had his guitar. I smiled and remembered what Niall taught me. I knew a couple songs. I picked up the guitar and smiled as I started strumming the guitar and singing.
"White lips, pale face.
breathing in snow flakes.
burnt lungs, sour taste.
lights gone, days end.
Struggling to pay rent.
long nights, strange men.
and they say shes in the class a team,
stuck in her day dream,
been this way since 18,
but lately,
her face seems slowly sinking, wasting,
crumbling like pastries.
and they scream,
the worst things in life come free to us,
'cause we're just under the upper hand,
go mad for a couple grams,
and she don't wanna go outside tonight,
and in a pipe she flies to a motherland,
or sells love to another man,
it's too cold,
for angels to fly,
angels to fly.
ripped gloves, raincoat,
tried to swim and stay afloat,
dry house, wet clothes,
loose change, bank notes,
weary-eyes, dry throats,
