❝guarded.❞ ↠ jerrie thirlwards (sequel to s.s.)

two

Sunday mornings are always so quiet. It's strange as to it was always so stressful while in school and when you don't have a job when you are older, Sundays are a blessing.

Perrie had an appointment to the therapist again today since she still believes Zayn is following her, which worries me. I don't think it's healthy for her to live in fear. I wonder what it's like to live that way. Always believing that someone who tramatized you is still out to get you, even if you are told that you are safe. I, myself, do live in a slight fear that one day Zayn will burst through the door and threaten to murder either me or Perrie, if I'm honest.

KNOCK KNOCK

I jump from my seat, startled my the noise. I shake my head and set the coffee mug I was holding down properly on the table. As I walk up to the door, I sigh.

I twist the doorknob and familiar faces appear in front of me.

"Why hello there, Mrs. Edwards," Harry says happily as he smiles up at me. He grabs onto Louis' hand, making the smaller boy smile as well. "Might we have a spot of tea with 'ya?"

I smile brightly. The last time the two has visited was on our wedding day and Jessica's ballet performance. I lean in quickly and hug the two of them. "I would love to have some tea with the royal couple," I tell them, smiling widely. "I already had some tea, so it would be a pleasure to be accompanied by the two of you."

As they walk in, they both laugh in unison. "When did this 'royal couple' nickname happen?" Louis asks, smiling up at me.

I shrug. "You're British. You guys are seriously a power couple like Beyoncè and Jay-Z. It's a simple nickname, I reckon."

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We all sit along the table, discussing moments from high school, laughing loudly.

"Remember when I was a major druggie with Zayn?" Louis asked us, laughing even more. We all laughed more too, thinking of the time they would always smoke weed in the back of the school or even in school. "Glad those days are over."

"Yeah, now my little baby is clean," Harry says, smiling down at Louis, making me smile as well at how cute they are.

I remember what else happened with Zayn and stare down at my mug. "What happened to him?" I ask them. When they look confused, I sigh. "Druggie number two."

Harry rolls his eyes. "He's out of prison and staying with us because Louis is dumb," he tells me, laughing coldly. "Honestly, who keeps an ex-con in their home?"

"He's my best friend, Harry!" Louis spat, groaning loudly, clearly annoyed of the brunette boy.

"That abused another one of your friends," Harry states, rolling his eyes again.

"Oh, shut up and cut your hair."

"Lou-"

"As much fun it is to watch you two bicker like a married couple, I would love to talk about the devil himself," I say, laughing at the two. Ever since they finally got together, they act as if they've been married for years. It's adorable. Relationship goals right here. "So, he's out?"

"Yeah and he may have threatened to get Perrie to love him again," Harry tells me. My eyes go wide and he shakes his head. "I doubt he'll be able to get to you if he lives with us. I'll beat him before he gets her."

I smile at the curly haired boy. "Thanks, Hazza," I say, smirking at the name.

"Ew, that's so old," he groans. "Please don't."
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PERRIE:

"Honey, I'm back from therapy!"

The house is quiet, making me feel nervous. Even through hours of therapy, I'm concerned about everything. The silence kills me. I look over to the coffee table and see a note.

"Don't worry, love. I'm just getting lunch with the royal couple. (Harry & Louis) I'll be back soon. Don't have any panic attacks. If you do, call me or the ambulance. Love you lots. -Jadelyn."

The lyn in Jadelyn was crossed out. I assume Harry wrote Jadelyn and Jade didn't like it. She's never liked that name, even if she claims she only lets Harry say it.

I take a deep breath. He's not going to be here. He's still in prison. How could he be here?

I sigh and go into the bedroom to change. As I begin to take off my shirt, I hear a deep chuckle behind me. I freeze. No.

I slowly turn around, only to be faced with that same face I always met with during my years at high school. That terrifying face that I will never burn out of my mind. Zayn.

"Missed me, baby?"

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THIS IS SO SHORT, I FEEL BAD. IM SO SORRY. :(