Little Things

Jenny is just an average teenage girl who works at a pet store. One day while she's working though a certain boy and his friend appear in the shop. They talk for awhile a start to become really good friends. But will something spark between the friendship? If so, what would others say? How would they react? Would things go good? Or bad? You'll just have to read the story if you want to find out ;)

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37. The First Fight

 

Life warns you again and again through your life; when everything’s good, expect something bad to happen. Because why would everything be perfect in my life, even though not everything’s as perfect as it seems. I seem to be loosing balance. I seem to want to collect enough time with Harry so when he leaves I won’t miss him as much; or the other way around; I’ll miss him even more. I spent long nights thinking about the best way to do this: should I spend more time with him as long as I can, or should I get used to the idea of him not being here? Whichever way I choose, in the end it sucks anyways. But the hours of a day remained 24, so obviously I had to take that plus time away from something…or someone. Luckily, things between Sissy and Scott were great, so she didn’t notice the lack of time I spent with her as much.  

Back to Harry, my little plan got stuck when they published Take Me Home, with great success I might add. Obviously, they had to promo their new creation, meaning travelling around the UK before they’d conquer the world. It wasn’t as bad as a world tour; they got to come home regularly, which after a while I wished they didn’t do. Every time Harry stepped through the door of my bedroom, a package that varied in size was in his hands. At first it was just something cute. But the more he went away, the bigger the presents got. No matter how many times I told him to stop, mentioned how I didn’t want him to spend money on me, he didn’t listen. I started to feel he wanted to make up the lost time with presents. Yes, of course I told him I missed him through the phone, but I knew he had to go. I knew if he could, he’d be with me. I didn’t want any compensation. It made me feel bad. Like I was using him for his money even though that was far from reality.  

My own feelings weren’t the only thing that bothered me. I was afraid of the hate I’d get, the rumors  the nickname ‘gold-digger’. No matter how many times he’d told me how good I was doing considering the constant mentions I got delivered to my phone. I acknowledged them, but it was rare when I actually checked them. I knew the fandom too well to do that. It wasn’t hard to ignore the hate, or not get upset about it when I didn’t read them.  

“I’ll be home around 7, your place or mine?xx”  

“Mine. Family’s out for the weekend!xo”  

“Great, another present.” I sighed grabbing a few clothes to put on before I grabbed the phone to order something to eat.

Before the delivery could’ve arrived Harry was already standing in my doorway.

“Hey!”

I opened my arms for hug, getting a kiss instead. Not like it bothered me. 

“Hi.” He smiled at me with that smile that made me melt.

“I brought you something.” He was so excited as he pulled me towards the couch.

It must’ve been some Aquarius thing; we just like to give presents. 

“Why am I not surprised?” I mumbled.

“At least take your coat off first!”

Like he didn’t even hear what I said, he turned his body towards me and took a slim and long velvet box out of his inner coat-pocket. Even the box looked expensive. I didn’t want to open it, but he was so excited! His precious lip was between his teeth, his eyes shining as he waited for my reaction. I slowly opened the box, revealing a silver necklace. Correction, the most beautiful silver necklace I’d ever seen. 

“Oh my…”

“Do you like it? I was just walking on this street and there was this shop and the necklace in the window. I instantly thought of you and how good it’d look on you, I had to get it.” 

“God Harry, you have to take it back.”

“What? Why? You don’t like it?” His face fell and his hand flew to the back of his neck, scratching the skin as his brain worked.

“I’m sorry, I thought…”

“I do, I do like it.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I can’t take it. It’s too much.”

“What are you talking about? Stop being silly and turn around. I want to see it on you.”

“No, Harry. You’ve been bringing me these amazing things… I just don’t want you to spend money on me.”

“But I like it.”

“I don’t okay? It makes me feel uncomfortable.” He remained silent for a few seconds, until I put the box back into his hand.

“No, take it.”

“Harry…”

“I’ve already bought it, just give it to someone if you don’t like it.” I could feel the hurt in his voice as he stood up.

“Harry! I told you it’s not that!”

The present fell onto the couch as I also stood up, grabbing his arm.

“Yeah, of course. Why else would you want me to take it back? Just tell me the truth!”

“Jesus, I am telling you the truth!” I yelled as the little patience I had disappeared.

“Why is it so hard to keep it then?” He yelled back.

So this is how fights start. I remembered reading some idiot psychological article about it, saying you always have to keep your voice calm because whenever you raise it, the other will raise it as well. Here’s the proof.

“Because!”

“Wow that’s a great reason, now you’ve convinced me!”

“I’ve already told you why!”

“Sorry I’m making you feel uncomfortable with the things I buy to show how much I love you!”

“That’s my problem!” I yelled, emphasizing each word.

Just when I saw the shock on his face did I realize how bad it sounded.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“Save it!”

He turned around and with two long steps was at the door, grabbing the handle with anger.

“Harry wait!”

He slammed the door, not even paying attention to me, got in his car and left. I sat back on the couch, next to the velvet box that laid on the soft textile. I couldn’t believe what just happened. I didn’t mean to yell at him, he was just trying to be nice. Hoping he would soon come back I tried to get my mind off it, but instead I kept thinking it over again, making myself more and more frustrated up to the point when I started crying. I reached for my phone and dialed his number once, twice…seven times, until he switched his phone off. As the bell rang, I jumped up and ran to the door, probably scaring the delivery boy as I ripped it open. I paid for the food that was disgusting me, thinking I was supposed to eat with Harry.  

I put it on the counter and sat down, eyeing my phone that remained silent. Out of ideas, I decided to call Louis.  

“Hi!”

“Hey Louis! Um…is Harry with you?”

“No, I thought he was going to spend the night with you?”

“Yeah, er…he left. Do you know if the other boys had seen him?”

“I don’t know, sorry. What happened?”

“I kinda said something I didn’t meant. Please tell him to answer his damn phone if you see him.”

“I will.”

“Thanks Lou!”  

Considering the fact that the other boys were probably with their girlfriends as well, I called the one who I was sure wasn’t sleeping and wasn’t with anyone.  

“Hey Jenny!”

“Niall! Please tell me Harry’s there.”

“Harry? Umm…no? No, he’s not here.” 

“He’s there, isn’t he?” I sighed.

The fact that he didn’t want to talk to me made me choke up again.

“No, really.”

“Niall…”

“What?”

“Whatever, just tell him I need to talk to him okay?” I sniffled.

“I’ll tell him.” He sighed.

“Are you okay?”

“No. Just tell him, please. Thanks.”    

 

Harry’s POV

“It’s her.” Niall informed me as he looked at the caller ID on his phone. 

“I’m not here!” He sighed, suddenly becoming more mature than me.  

“Hey Jenny!”

“Harry?” He looked at me questioningly and I shook my head.

“Umm…no? No, he’s not here.”

I smacked myself knowing he just told her I was here. She wasn’t stupid, “No, really.”

“What?”

“I’ll tell him.” He sighed.

“Are you okay?”

It must have been a short answer, because he put his phone down after a few seconds.  

“Niall! I told you not to tell her I’m here!”

“She was crying what was I supposed to do?!”

“Crying?”

“Yeah dumbass. So instead of hiding here maybe you should answer your phone.”

“No.”

“Stop being such a child! She wants to apologize!”

I just crossed my arms in front of my chest and stared at the TV stubbornly.

“Fine, you do whatever you want. I’m going to sleep.”

He walked away, leaving me sit there with my thoughts. Maybe he was right. It was our first fight, that happens in every relationship and everyone knows there will be more. But if we can’t get through this one, how is this supposed to survive? I do want it to last. And I can tell she wants it too. She’s willing to put her pride and opinion away to apologize. But more importantly…she was crying. I made her cry. I should’ve stayed and talked it all out in a calm way. But I left. I made her upset. That was never my intention. I turned the TV off and rushed to my car, driving back to her place.  

Inside, the house was already dark, which didn’t surprise me. It was late. I walked to the backyard, under her balcony and climbed up using the rope ladder I brought weeks ago as a joke, remembering the very beginning of our story. I knew she had a key to her door somewhere, but I’d never used it before. I checked the books she left outside, under the rug, everything until I spotted it hanging on the little bamboo in the corner. I tried to open the door as quietly as I could and sneak into her bed without waking her up. The gift I gave her was on her bedside table along with a box of tissues. I felt incredibly guilty for leaving her as I eyed her sleeping figure clutching a stuffed animal. I lifted the covers up and pulled her close, into our spooning position just like we used to sleep. As I planted a kiss on her neck, she stirred awake.

“God, you scared me.” She mumbled as she turned around to face me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like I don’t like that you love me. Because that totally sounded like that. I wanted to say that I don’t like that you’re trying to show it to me with presents. That makes me think that you feel I don’t love you as much. I can’t buy you presents like you give me. But I do love you. So much. And I’m so sorry!”

“Shh, don’t cry. I’m sorry for walking out. That was stupid and unnecessary. Look at me.”

I lifted her chin up and wiped her tears away.  

“Of course I don’t think you don’t love me. And thinking about that like this, I’d probably make you take back whatever you bought me as well. Now I understand what you were talking about. But you have to understand as well that I see it natural to give you something. I want to make you happy and find a way to make up for my absence. It feels good buying you something, feeling excited to see you when you open it. I guess you can say it’s my guilty pleasure. I want to find a way to show you what I feel, but nothing’s good enough for that. I just want to spoil you and give you everything you want.”

“I just want you. You make me happy. Your presence is enough for everything you said. I don’t want other people to think I’m using you for your money.”

“Fine.” I sighed.

“I’ll reduce the presents. In return, no more ‘take it back’ okay? You’ll keep them if you like it, okay?”

“Fine.”

“Let me put the necklace on.”

She sat up and switched the lights on, while I reached for the box and took the necklace out of it. I brushed her hair over her shoulder and put the cold silver on her warm skin.

“Sorry.”

After I clasped it in, she turned around and gave me a kiss. 

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.”

 

 

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Sorry for such a long wait on the update. Anyways can you please check out my entry for the 1D Valentine's Day Competition, it' called "Just Forget The World....". It would mean so much to me if you read it and then liked/commented on it. I also am willing to look at other people's stories if they'd like me to. The link to my story is bellow. Really hope you guys like it because if would really and truly mean so much for me! :) http://www.movellas.com/en/book/read/201301181441365796

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