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.


4. Chapter 4


Tahlia’s POV:

“What. The Fuck”.

I walked over and stood next to their table, waiting for an explanation. Surprisingly, I was more curious and shocked than I was angry. I eyed Jasmine, waiting for her to speak.

“Hi” she said, sounding like a 3 year old. Her hands were folded into her lap and I could tell that she was trying not to panic.

“Don’t you hi me. What is this?”

“What’s what? This is Harry, the guy I met yesterday” she said, acting as if nothing was wrong.

“Well, yeah, obviously” I replied blatantly.

“Why are you angry with me?” she asked, her voice raising. “I’m not doing anything wrong!”

“You’re on a date with Harry Styles and you didn’t tell me. Do you not see the problem in that?”

“This isn’t even a date! You’re the one who told me to go!” She groaned into her hands, obviously pissed off with me, and Harry stood up, holding his hand out to shake mine.

“You could’ve just told me that it was Harry Styles!” We were both now standing up and facing each other, furious. People in the café were now staring and Harry had decided to intervene.

“Uh, guys…” he said.

“Butt out, curly” I retorted.


He held his hand to his chest, acting offended, with his mouth open. Not being able to resist, I laughed, breaking the tension between us three.

“I’m sorry” I apologized. “I think I was just shocked that it was the Harry Styles. Jasmine, you better name your daughter Darcy. Or Tahlia. Whichever works for you”.

Immediately, Jasmine’s cheeks turned crimson, while Harry just chuckled. Being the best friend that I am, I was doing everything I could to make her feel awkward. She scooted over in the booth, allowing me to sit next to her.

“So, I’m assuming you’re a fan?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, but I’m not a crazy fangir-”

“Yeah, right. You guys were the first thing she mentioned when I got off the plane. She wants your babies. And she’s 19. 1 year older, what a pedobear” Jasmine mumbled.

“Well, I do have a thing for older women” Harry joked. “So, did you manage to score tickets to our very last concert?”

“Yes. Having an office in front of Simon Cowell has its perks” I said.

“You work at Syco?” Harry asked.

I nodded and felt Jasmine tense up next to me. Was she getting jealous?

“Oh, yeah, I remember why I came here now. Jasmine let’s go, we’re going shopping” I remembered.

“Why? I’m tired” she complained.

“We have nothing to wear for the concert tomorrow!” I reminded her.

“You said I could borrow your clothes!”

“Well, you can’t borrow my clothes forever!” I pointed out.

We began to say our goodbyes when Harry handed us an envelope.

“What’s this?” Jasmine asked. I snatched the envelope from her hands, earning a scowl from Jasmine, and opened them. I was holding backstage passes for the One Direction concert in my hand, and I was doing my best not to freak out.

“See you ladies tomorrow” Harry winked. He came over to hug both of us, and I couldn’t notice that Jasmine’s hug lasted longer and that there was a twinkle in her eye when he held her. I smiled. “Wait, do you guys need a ride anywhere?”

Before I could resist, Jasmine burst out saying, “Yes, please, I’m exhausted. I don’t want to walk”.

I rolled my eyes at her laziness, and we both got into Harry’s range rover. “Where to?”

“We just need to stop by our flat really quick, and we can just walk to the shopping center” I said.

I told him our address and he just stared at Jasmine and I with a blank expression.

“What?” we asked simultaneously.

“Nothing” he said with a grin.

Jasmine and I looked at each other, sharing a look of confusion.

We drove off, and in around 5 minutes, we had arrived at the flat. We thanked him, and rode the elevator up to our floor. It was around 5 o’clock, so I had planned to eat out and go shopping. We head out at half past 5 and got back at about 9:30. I ended up picking clothes for the both of us because Jasmine didn’t know what to wear. I had decided on a white lacy top and black highwaisted shorts with a pair of oxfords. I made Jasmine buy a cream chiffon shirt, dark skinny jeans, and a leather jacket. Tomorrow is going to be amazing.

After we got home we decided to watch The Proposal. Jasmine loved this movie and I could tell that she was in a good mood after seeing Harry. I had never seen her cry before, even during romantic chick flicks, and that amazed me. She was always one to keep a smile on her face, even during the rough times. The movie ended, but I wasn’t tired yet. Jasmine got up to go to her room and right before she went in, I told her, “You like him”. She shrugged her shoulders and walked into her room, hiding a smile I knew was planted on her face.

I was happy for her. If I can’t have Harry, then only Jasmine can, thought my inner fangirl.

Harry’s POV:

I had dropped the girls off at the front of the flat complex, and went to park my car in the back. I couldn’t believe that Jasmine lived in the same complex as me. That was the best news I had heard in a while. I took my keys out of my back pocket to open my door, only to find Niall. According to him, the boys had left and Louis forced Niall to stay so that he could call Louis when I came back home.

“How was the date?” Niall asked.

“She lives here. But, she doesn’t know I know” I blurted out, grinning.

Niall wiggled his eyebrows at me when all of a sudden, Louis, Zayn, and Liam burst through my front door. “Where is she?!” Louis yelled.

“She’s not here, Louis, you guys can meet her tomorrow. I gave them backstage passes”.

“Them?” they both asked, curious.


Louis nudged Zayn and Niall, the other boys in our group who were single. They started playfighting, and I took this opportunity to send a text to Jasmine.

*TEXT TO JASMINE: Good night, love :)*

I had clicked send, just as the boys had finished fooling around.

“Please, don’t embarrass me tomorrow guys, I think I really like her” I begged.

“How in the world would we embarrass you, Harry? We are the normalest teenagers in the world” Louis said while Niall snickered.

“Louis, normalest isn’t a word” Zayn said, earning a smack on the arm from Louis.

I groaned and Liam gave me a sympathetic look, telling me not to worry.

“Okay, now get out of my flat. I’m going to sleep now and we have a big day tomorrow”.

We said our goodbyes and they eventually left my flat. I took a shower and got into bed. I didn’t go to sleep right away; I sat in my bed thinking.

I’m falling hard.

Jasmine’s POV:

Tahlia was right. I liked him. My phone vibrated and I read the text Harry had sent. I decided against replying and lay in bed thinking. Am I really going to give him a chance? I grabbed my ipod and put my songs on shuffle. Give Your Heart A Break by Demi Lovato came on. I listened carefully to the lyrics and realized how relevant they were.

I started to think about Harry. He made me feel so comfortable, and he made me forget about Harold, even though they had the same name. I was afraid. What if I get hurt again?

The day I caught Harold cheating on me was a wreck. We were supposed to be celebrating our four month anniversary. He was supposed to pick me up at my house at 7, but he was two hours late. I decided to drive to his house, only to find the door unlocked. I walked in and the scent of alcohol filled the air. I heard moaning coming from his room and pushed the door open, clearly startling Harold and the woman underneath him. I didn’t even want to see who the woman was. I simply looked Harold in the eyes and said, “We’re through”. He didn’t even protest, so I stomped out of his house and drove back home, holding back the tears. I ran into my room, sobbing, having no one to comfort me. My parents are always traveling, and they had been in America; I had no siblings. I went to sleep that night with tear-stained cheeks.

I knew I was falling for Harry. When I was with him that entire two hours, I felt like we were the only two in the cafe. He was cheeky, polite, and freaking beautiful.

Don’t break my heart even more.
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