Under Your Nose : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Jill POV : Part 57

I can't believe I agreed to Skype with Harry.  I know what he's going to ask about.  The pictures are all over the internet.  Damien and I kissing...it's everywhere.  It's convenient nobody snapped a picture of me pushing him away or saying I still love Louis.  No of course not.  They only got the 5 second mistake that could ruin my whole life.  I'm sure Harry will want to lecture me on what a bad guy Damien is and how I shouldn't be kissing him.  I know these things already.  I already feel bad enough it happened.

He texted me just a few minutes ago that they were leaving the arena and he will let me know when he is at the hotel and ready to Skype.  I would be lying if I said I am looking forward to this.  It's pretty lonely in my house all alone.  I am still not used to them being gone.  I loved that I used to come home and tell Harry everything that went on in my day.  Now we barely text two words to each other. He's busy and I don't want to be a bother and I am sure he feels like he's in an awkward situation being on both sides of the break up.

I turn on my laptop and open up Skype.  I have messages waiting for me from friends and family back home.  It makes me want to just turn it off and call it a night.  They're congratulating me on moving on.  I don't have the heart to tell them I haven't.  I'll deal with the messages tomorrow.  I get a text from Harry that they are at the hotel.  I am really excited to talk to him.  I move my webcam around until I am perfectly in the frame.  I accept his call immediately as it comes in and I finally get to see his smiling face.

"Hey H!" I exclaim as I wave like a maniac to him.

"Jill!  It's so good to see you."  He puts his hand up to the camera and I put my hand up to mine.  I just laugh at how dorky we are.

"How was your show tonight?" I ask then take a sip of water. It's been so long since we just sat down and talked.  It feels like old times.

"Pretty good.  Louis forgot the lyrics in one of the songs.  I was embarrassed for him."  He can't say it without laughing. I am sure he waited all night to be able to tell me.

"Oh no, he must have been mortified."

"He was a good sport about it.  He recovered quickly.  You would have loved it."  I just chuckle and don't respond.  "So...how are you holding up?"

"You know about the pictures, don't you?" I ask.  Might as well talk about the elephant in the room.

"I wasn't going to bring it up.  I know how you are about things like that."  He is snacking on something I can't tell what it is but he seems to be enjoying it.

"He hates me, doesn't he?" I couldn't resist.  I have to know.  He didn't respond to the text I sent him.  I don't know if it scared him or what.

"He doesn't hate you.  You two really need to talk and figure this out.  It's obvious you still have feelings for each other.  There is no reason you shouldn't be together."  He takes another big hand full of whatever he is eating and shoves it into his mouth.  How can he be so smart and so disgusting all at the same time?

"Yeah, well, tell him that. I'm not the one who ended it."

"Are you going to hold that over him forever?  He obviously knows he made a big mistake.  You should Skype with him soon.  I bet you would feel so much better."

I know he is right but it's scary to admit.  I don't want to get hurt again. "I miss you, Harry."  Just seeing Harry again makes me happy.  He seems to be doing really well on the road.  I can also tell that he is happy to see me as well. It's like we haven't skipped a beat.  He tells me about what's been going on and I tell him about what's been going on with me.

He says they try to catch my radio show online but sometimes it's hard  It feels good that even on the road they still think about me.  Sometimes in the lonely house you feel like maybe you've been forgotten about.  After a while I could tell that he is starting to get tired.  I think both of us are starting to nod off.  We have only fallen asleep in Skype call once before.  "I promise we will do this more often." I say.

"Remember to talk to Louis.  And no more kissing!"  He laughs at his comment and before I can respond he ends the call.  At least I now know Louis doesn't hate me.  It sounds like maybe we can work on fixing our relationship.  I can't keep the big smile off of my face.  I can't wait to set up a time to talk to each other.  I miss him.  I miss us.