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.


19. Chapter 19

I was awakened by a rather rude knock on the door. I slowly lifted myself up off of Harry and began to walk to the door, making sure I didn't wake him. I quietly unlocked the door without looking at who it was first, and creaked the door open. Huh?

"Harold?" I said, rubbing my eyes, making sure it was him. "Hey babe. Miss me?" He said with a smirk kn his face. Shit. I was panicking. Before I could even close the door on him, he grabbed my wrist rather tightly and spun me so I was now facing the door of the apartment. Me firmly in his grasp.

Just before I was about to scream, I felt a cloth been forced against my mouth. What was that? Was he killing me? My thoughts became distant as a collapsed into Harold.

I awoke to an empty apartment. "Jasmine?" I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Is anyone here?" I said again. No answer. She must have gone for a walk or something. If she isn't back soon I will call her to make sure she is alright I thought. I walked through to the kitchen and grabbed a box of cereal, some milk and a bowl an spoon. I poured in the cereal and then the milk. I shuffled through the door into the loungeroom again, and plopped onto the couch.

I turned the tv on and put it on Nickelodeon. I love kids channels. I layed back and looked around the room. Taking another spoonful of my breakfast, I realised something was wrong. Jasmines phone was on the counter. She never leaves the house without it.

I began to worry. Who knows how long she's Been gone? I need to call someone. I need to go look for her.

"Louis? Yeah hey mate. Sorry for ringing you this early but, jasmine, she's missing. I don't know how long she's been gone for but she didn't take her phone. I mean she would have left me a note or something. Yeah? You will? Thank-you mate! See you in 10. Okay. Bye" I hung up the phone and began running my fingers through my hair. Maybe she isn't missing? Maybe I'm just over reacting?

About 10 minutes later, I heard a knock on my front door. Well actually there were several. Each one more noisier than the last. "HARRY! HARRY LET ME IN NOW! HARRRRY!" I opened the door to a pale-faced louis. He had looked like he had just read the worst news in the world.

"What's up mate? Are you okay?" I asked. He did nothing. Instead he collapsed to the floor and put his head in his hands. I bent down to louis and hugged him tightly. I then realised something sitting beside him. What was it? Was it a note?

I turned over the paper and my heart sunk. I suddenly felt sick and worried both at the same time. I read the first line. 'Hiya Harry. Harold here. Just letting you know I have jasmine. And she doesn't look good.' I fell to the floor and hugged louis for dear life. "Please tell me it isn't true!" I screamed at Louis, tears streaming down my face.

He was just silent. But then finally spoke. "Mate, I wish it wasn't. But you have to read on. We need to follow his instructions if we ever want to see her again." He whispered, sounding very worried. That defiantly isn't louis. Lou whispering? Shit this is all to real.

Hiya Harry. Harold here. Just letting you know I have jasmine. And she doesn't look good. I think she's fainted. Eh who cares. Anyway, if you want to see your belovered little skank again, you better bring me 800 grand by 9pm sharp tonight. If you don't have the money, I might have to kill her. And don't even think about trying to look for us. Because if I find out you are, I'll beat her up. You wouldn't want that now would you?

See you tonight


I just held onto Lou for dear life. Both in each others arms in my doorway on the floor. We weren't gonna move anytime soon either. What could we do? There's only one thing we can do. Follow the instructions.
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