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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.

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11. Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11:

Jasmine’s POV:

“Jasmine, get up, hurry!” Tahlia yelled, crawling into my room.

I groaned, exhausted, and asked, “Why do I need to get out of bed? I’m tired”

It was July 17th, and I had now spent an entire month in London. Only 2 months left, I thought. I was, in fact, very happy. That night in Paris was wonderful. I found out later from the boys that Harry had planned the entire thing. Also, despite Tahlia’s insists he and I were not a couple yet. I started to get up, when Tahlia tackled me to the floor.

“What’s going on? Why are we on the floor?!” I questioned.

“There are paparazzi everywhere! Some of them are even on the roof next door! They found pictures of you and Harry!”

“Wait, what?” Panicking, I got on my knees and peeked out the window. There were cameras flashing everywhere, and, looking down, I saw a bunch of girls huddling around the front entrance of the hotel.

“What do we do?”, I whispered.

“Should we call the boys?” She suggested.

I nodded my head; the boys knew what to do in situations like this. I also had to admit, however, that I wanted to see Harry. As if she could read my mind, Tahlia turned to me saying, “Of course you’d want to see the boys”.

I ignored her comment and got out of bed to get dressed. After taking a shower and throwing on an outfit, which consisted of a pair of dark skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, I walked into the living room to see all of the boys except Harry. Not wanting to seem desperate, I sat next to Niall and tuned in on their conversation.

“How did the paparazzi know Jasmine and I lived here?” I heard Tahlia ask.

“They do their research” Liam said.

“Where the hell is Harry anyways?” Tahlia asked.

“He’s doing something… important” Niall said.

“And what would that be?” I asked.

As if on cue, my phone vibrated, signaling a text message.

*TEXT FROM HARRY: Hey, babe. Come over in an hour? Xx*

I found myself smiling and the boys snickered.

“Well?” Tahlia insisted.

“Nothing” I said, shrugging my shoulder.

“He’s planning something but the boys and I aren’t supposed to say!” Louis yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Wait a minute. You’re telling me that we are in the middle of a crisis and Harry is off playing loverboy?” Tahlia said, starting to get angry.

She and the boys continued to converse, so I took the opportunity to text Harry back.

*TEXT TO HARRY: Can’t wait! :)*

“I have to leave” I announced.

“What are we supposed to do about those crazy people outside?!” Tahlia questioned.

“Me, Liam, and Louis will take care of them” Niall said, offering a reassuring smile.

“What the hell is Zayn going to do then?” Tahlia said.

“I”, he said approaching Tahlia , “need help shopping”.

He held his hand out for her and Tahlia sat frozen on the couch, unsure of what to do.

“Oh, get up!” I said, pulling Tahlia off of the couch and pushing her towards Zayn.

Tahlia began mumbling saying, “But, I’m not ready yet! Wait!”, but the front door eventually closed, ending the noise.

“And what are you waiting for?” Niall said.

“Hurry up and get ready! You have a lot in store for you today” Liam said, winking.

“Yup” Louis said, grinning like a maniac.

“Wierdos. Get out of my flat!” I yelled.

“Your flat?! This is Tahlia’s flat!” Niall said sarcastically.

“Oh, just get out!” I yelled, trying to suppress my laughter.

The boys laughed and left the apartment, wishing me good luck.



Harry’s POV:

*TEXT FROM JASMINE: Can’t wait! :)*

I smiled, knowing that tonight was going to be perfect. I was finally going to ask her to be my girlfriend. I started to prepare my flat; I only had one hour left.

I wrapped the two boxes and got dressed. After getting ready, I decided to tidy up my flat as much as possible. I picked up all of the trash that I could find and propped up the pillows on the couch. The bell rang, and I put the two presents on the coffee table in my living room.

I opened the door, expecting to see Jasmine, and said, “Hell- What do you want?”

I started to feel the anger build up in me and I forced myself to comment.

“I warned you, Harry” Melanie said, a smirk plastered onto her face.

“Leave now” I said sternly.

“Why? Jasmine coming soon?” she said, taunting me.

“Leave”.

“You know you still love me. You deserve more than that piece of trash” she said with a hint of disgust in her voice.

“You’re trash” I said, nearly spitting at her. “Leave now, before I have to call security”.

Melanie rolled her eyes saying, “Bye, Harry. Love you babe”.

She turned to leave, but not before winking. I went back into my apartment, hoping that Jasmine wouldn’t run into Melanie. Five minutes passed, and someone was at my door again.

I was greeted by Jasmine when I opened the door, smiling wide. Either she hadn’t run into Melanie or she was hiding it from me. Hopefully, it was the former.



Jasmine’s POV:

“Hello” he said, smiling.

I smiled at him, and he gestured me to sit on the couch.

“I have a present for you” he said, and I noticed his hands starting to shake.

“What? Why?” I said, shocked.

“Open the big one first” he said, ignoring my question.

I reached for the big present and looked to find two plain white shirts inside. One of them said “Boyfriend” and had an arrow pointing to the left, and the other said “Girlfriend” and had an arrow pointing to the right. I eyed him and smiled.

“So, which one are you?” I said, teasing him.

He laughed nervously, unsure of what to do.

“If this is your way of asking me to be your girlfriend, then absolutely” I said, smiling.

“What’s this other gift?” I asked, pulling it onto my lap.

I carefully unwrapped the bowing and held a black velvet box in my hand.

“Harry, what the-”

“Open it” he said interrupting me.

I opened the box to find a locket. It was silver; inside of it was the picture of me and Harry at the top of the Eiffel Tower, with the view of Paris in the background. He had taken the picture with his phone, since he had killed mine; he did buy me one upon our return from Paris.

“It’s beautiful” I stuttered.

He turned me around to put the necklace on, and I held my hair up for him.

“I’m glad you like it” he said.

He looked deep into my eyes and we were now merely centimeters apart. He closed the space between us and kissed me softly on the lips. I smiled into the kiss, but pulled away. I grabbed my boyfriend shirt and went to the bathroom to change into it. When I came out, Harry was wearing his girlfriend shirt and asked, “Ready to go out, girlfriend?”

I nodded my head, and he took me out to Café de Michelle.



Harry’s POV:

The date with Jasmine had gone great. I took her to the place where we first met and she accused me of being a “hopeless romantic”.

I smiled as I thought back on our date. Now, I was on my way to see our manager, Roger. He had texted me earlier in the morning saying that he needed to talk to me. I ignored it, knowing that it could wait until after my date.

I parked my car and walked towards the entrance of Syco records. I pushed through the revolving doors and approached the receptionist who said, “Roger is expecting you. You can head upstairs now”.

I nodded and headed towards the elevators. I entered the office to see Roger with a look on his face that I couldn’t quite interpret. His eyebrows are furrowed and he looked like he hadn’t gotten much sleep. There were bags under his eyes and he was constantly running his hands through his hair.

“We need to talk” he said sternly.

“About?” I said worriedly.

“As you know, there has been an issue with the paparazzi”

I stood there, waiting for him to continue.

“You can’t be with Jasmine”.

I stood there in shock, trying to muster up the words to speak.

“Wh-What do you mean?” I said, stammering.

“It’s not good for the publicity of the band. You can’t be together. I’m sorry, Harry. But, you understand where I’m coming from, right?” he asked.

I nodded my head and left the room, still not believing what I just heard. If it had been any other girl, then I would have been fine with the fact that I had to hide our relationship or, even worse, end whatever we had. But, this time was different.

I realized then, why Jasmine was so much different to me than any other girl. I wasn’t going to let anything or anybody get in the way.

Just then, my phone vibrated and I read the message.

*TEXT FROM UNKNOWN NUMBER: I warned you ;)*
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