Daydreaming | h.s

Jasmine thought she had a perfect life, with her boyfriend Harold. But things turn sour when he cheats on her, making Jasmine decide to move to London to live with her best friend Tahlia.

One small coffee shop changed her life.

All because someone cared.

Cared enough to ask if she was okay.


1. Chapter 1


Jasmine’s POV:

I miss him. I miss his smile, his laugh, and the way he used to make me feel. He was my everything.


But, I shouldn’t care anymore. He’s probably with some other girl, telling her everything that she wants to hear. He always does that. He makes every girl feel like a princess, and then leaves her to feel like a piece of trash. I hate him.

He’s the reason I am now sitting on a plane to visit England for three months. My ex-boyfriend, Harold, broke up with me the very last day of my senior year, so I decided to spend my summer with Tahlia. It was one of those “in the moment” things. I was so angry; I told my parents I didn’t want to stay home. They didn’t care. I already have plans to go to university on scholarship in August, giving me three months to do whatever I want. Tahlia’s my mother’s best friend’s daughter. We have always been close and I always comforted her after her break-ups. I guess it’s my turn now.

“Flight 1125 is now landing”.

I smiled, knowing that I was not going to let stupid Harold ruin my summer. I couldn’t wait to see Tahlia and spend time with her. I walked off the plane, looking for her. She had texted me earlier saying that she would be wearing a white granny cardigan, skinny jeans, and cream converse. After grabbing my luggage, I started to look for her, but I couldn’t seem to find her. I was starting to get angry until I saw a crazy woman running towards me. I started to panic until –


“Geez, Tahlia. I was starting to think you didn’t show up”, I joked, playfully punching her in the stomach.

“I would never do that!” she winked. “So, who’s the guy?”

“What guy?” I panicked. I knew I was an easy book to read, but I didn’t think she would catch me that quickly.

“Jasmine, come on. I know you better than you know yourself. Speak” Tahlia demanded

I gave in, telling her everything she needed to know about Mr. Harold Crews. I told her how I caught him cheating on me with some chick, even though we had been dating for 4 months. I told her how much I miss him, even though I hate his guts. It had only been a month since we had broken up, but I still haven’t gotten over him. A tear rolled down my cheek, and Tahlia wiped it away saying, “Honey, you don’t miss him. Maybe you just miss being in a relationship”.

I shrugged my shoulders, making it clear that I didn’t want to talk about him anymore. We started to walk out of the airport until she stopped me in my tracks.

“Wait, did you say Harold?” she asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“My boyfriend’s name is Harry!” she exclaimed.

“Wait, what? You have a boyfriend? You didn’t tell me? Why did you hide it from me-”. I kept on rambling until she stopped me.

“I’m kidding! For the most part. I’m going to marry him one day. He’s in a band called One Direction. You seriously have never heard of them? Harry Styles? Zayn Malik? Niall Horan? Louis Tomlinson? Liam Payne? They’re all so beautiful; I want to have their babies. Harry and I are going to get married, and we’re going to name our daughter Darcy”.

“Nope, doesn’t ring a bell” I said.

“Well, if you’re going to be living with me for the next three months, then that won’t do”.

We finally got into her car, and she pushed a CD into her stereo. A song started playing, by One Direction, and she began to sing along with the lyrics.

“Baby, you light up my world like nobody else. The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed-”

They were actually really good singers, but I was too tired to think about them. I had jetlag and my eyelids began to droop.

“WE’RE HERE!” Tahlia yelled in my ear.

I woke up and saw my future home. It was an apartment complex, but it basically looked like a hotel.

“Woah” I said. “I’m going to be living here?

“Yup, now hurry up and pack up. I have to go to work” she said, opening the trunk for me so that I could get my luggage.

“Work?! I just got here, and you’re already leaving me?!” I whined, hoping she would give in.

“Hey, you’re lucky I picked you up from the airport, now hurry up. I have half an hour to get ready”.

I rolled my eyes, but listened to her. I wanted to catch up on my sleep, anyways.

After what seemed like 4 hours, but was really only 15 minutes, I had finally settled in to my room. The apartment was pretty spacey. It had 4 bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a dining room. I went straight to the kitchen, being the fat ass that I am, and asked Tahlia if she had any coffee.

“Nope, but there’s a café down the street, you can go get some coffee there. Here’s some money”.

She handed me some money and I figured this was her way of forcing me to socialize. I rolled my eyes at her and she just winked at me. I didn’t want to go out looking like a slob, so I went to my room to change. I looked like a potato compared to Tahlia. She had beautiful, straight jet brown hair, flawless skin, and had a nice body. I, on the other hand, had straight blondish hair, tan skin, and my body was not that nice compared to other girls. I rummaged through my suitcase for clothes until I decided to wear a hoodie and some skinny jeans. I didn’t really care to look nice; I was only getting coffee. By the time I got ready, Tahlia had already left for work. I tied my hair into a messy bun, and head out the door, following the instructions that Tahlia texted me.

I pushed the door open and sat at a table in the very back. After ordering some hot chocolate, I just sat there thinking. Even though I know Tahlia would kill me, I thought about Harold. Tahlia always told me that overthinking is bad, but I can never seem to help myself. I had the best 4 months of my life with him. We were inseparable and he was so sweet and kind. He made me laugh and I invested so much time into him. He never even forced me to have sex with him. But, that was probably why he cheated on me. I wanted to push him off a cliff, but I know that even if I did, I would still run all the way down to the bottom to catch him. How could I miss somebody who hurt me so much?

I was so deep in thought that I didn’t realize someone had set across from me.

“Hi” he spoke, with a cheeky grin on his face.

The guy sitting across from me was beautiful. His curls sat on his head so perfectly and he had the cutest dimples. I didn’t realize I was staring until he started to chuckle.

“Do you know how much a polar bear weighs?” he asked randomly.

“No” I responded cautiously.

“Wow, she speaks” he winked.

I blushed furiously, feeling all of the heat rushing to my cheeks. “Enough to break the ice” he responded, holding out his hand for me to shake. I took his hand and shook it, while we both laughed at his attempt to start the conversation. “What’s your name, love?”

“Jasmine”, I said. “Why are you sitting here?” I asked. I knew that this person was only trying to be friendly, but I didn’t want to get involved with boys this summer. I came to England to get over boys, not to get involved with another. But then again, he looked so perfect…

“Well, I saw you staring off into space, and I couldn’t let the opportunity slip”. He leaned in closer to whisper in my ear. “Plus, you looked like you were about to cry. A beautiful woman like you doesn’t deserve to cry”. He sat back in his chair, and I stared at him, wondering how long he had been watching me.

All of a sudden, a vibrating noise came from his phone. He stared at the screen for a while, and then responded to whoever had texted him. We sat in silence for a few minutes and I waited for him to talk again.

“It was nice talking to you”. I had a feeling of disappointment, wishing that he had asked for my number. Sure, Harold had broken my heart and I thought that I still loved him, but I needed to move on. He got up to leave and was opening the door of the café, when he walked back to my table.

“Err, I don’t really know you but I’d like to get to know you better” he asked nervously.

“And?” I replied, with a smirk on my face.

“A number would be nice” he smiled, clearly surprised at my response.

I took his phone and plugged my number in. What harm would a number do? He probably wouldn’t even talk to me again. A guy like him could get any girl he wanted. He got up to leave again, until I realized I didn’t know his name.

“WAIT!” I yelled.


“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Harry. Harry Styles” he said.

“Nice James Bond reference”.

Harold. How coincidental. He took off his glasses which focused my attention on his eyes. They were a beautiful shade of green.

“Woah, can I get some directions? Because I just got lost in your eyes” I said, winking and laughing at my own joke. “But, seriously, you have some beautiful eyes”.

“Thank you”, he said, snickering at my joke.

“Did you say direction?” he asked, and I nodded yes.

“Ironic. I’ll text you later” he smiled, finally leaving the café.

I wonder what he means by ironic, I thought.

I can’t believe his name is Harry. Of course, I had to be involved with another boy named Harold. But, I wasn’t even involved with him yet, so I had nothing to worry about. Harry Styles. I repeated the name in my head, until I realized what he meant by ironic.

Holy Shit, this is the guy from One Direction.
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