jordan's POV
it's been 3 days since i've seen the guys. three days of wanting to drive off a cliff. i mean school has been going ok. i've gained 13k followers on social media and everyone wants to hang out with me. it's kind of annoying. i mean i don't want to sound like a snob but it can get annoying when you know they just want to hang out with you because you're "famous". which i wasn't really. i didn't do anything significant besides hang around with the boys. i'd rather just stay home and be alone though.
mom and dad get back tomorrow and we're all going to go christmas shopping even though we still had a couple weeks. hopefully it wouldn't be a train wreck. i prayed they could get along for one day
"might as well do it while we can" my dad says
a couple minutes later my doorbell rings.
i run downstairs and open it sliding across the hardwood floor in my socks
"oh hey haz"
"hey JJ, i just stopped by and was wondering if i could show you something?"
"yea sure come on in"
we walk up to my room and i sit on my bed waiting for him to pull up a picture of a new puppy or something he got
"so what's up"
"her let me show you"
he starts unbuttoning his shirt and i turn away
"uh haz? i don't think-"
"turn around JJ"
i turn around and look at his torso. in the middle is a fresh new tattoo of a giant butterfly his skin still a little pink
"haz when did you get this?"
"yesterday so it's a little sore"
i stand up. i lightly brush my fingers over the fresh ink feeling his smooth skin
"it's beautiful harry" i say without looking up.
"thanks"
i examine it and his defined abdomen muscles a little longer not even realizing
what am i thinking, standing here staring at his uncovered body like this.
he clears his throat
"like what you see?" he gives me that stupid looking grin,
i throw a pillow at him
"jokingggg" he says catching the pillow
he grabs his shirt and buttons it back up.
"what are your plans today JJ" he sits down on the bed next to me laying back
"i have a doctors appointment in about an hour to check on the healing process" i look down at him
"yea i noticed you're not wearing your knee leg brace thing" he looks up at me with his big green eyes
"yea but i need to put it back on when i go out" i say and run my hand through his curls, he closes his eyes and smiles slightly
"do you need help?" he asks after a moment
"no no i got it"
he gets out from the bed and grabs the brace from the corner of the room and i take it from him. i bend down in a kind of awkward way trying to strap it on while not falling off the bed. no luck. i lean a little too far and fall over onto the ground with a loud thump
