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.


8. Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

Jasmine’s POV:

I opened the door for Zayn and saw a distressed look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Harry is not very happy with me” he says, walking in to sit on the couch and running his hands through his hair.

“What do you me- wait, why is your nose like that?” I said, touching his nose.

“Ouch! Don’t touch it! You’re just like Harry” he says and you blush at the mention of his name.

“He wasn’t very happy to find out that I came over yesterday”.

“What why?” I asked.

“Are you really that blind?”

“I’m not blind! What are you talking about?”

“He clearly likes you and yet, you refuse to give him a chance”.

I sat next to Zayn and grabbed a pillow, stuffing my face into it and yelling.

“I don’t know what to do anymore” I groaned.

He took the pillow out of my hands and hit me with it.

“Ow!” I said.

“Forgive him, you idiot”.

“And if I don’t want to?”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want to have anything to do with him”.

I looked into his eyes and was at a loss for words.

“That’s what I thought”, he said, snickering.

“Zayn, I came to London to avoid boys”. I stopped there, remembering that only Harry and Tahlia knew about my break-up. “I shouldn’t have listened to Tahlia in the first place. If I hadn’t texted him back, I wouldn’t be in this position”.

“But, if you hadn’t texted him back, you wouldn’t have met me and the rest of the boys!” he argued.

“So?” I joked, shrugging my shoulderes.

“Just take a chance”.

“There are only so many chances I can take, Zayn” I said.

“Well, then use an extra one on Harry” he said with a straight face.

“I gave him a chance already”, I said.

Zayn decided to back off and I realized that I hadn’t gotten dressed yet.

“Oh, gosh, I need to get ready” I said, running to my room.

“Get ready for what?!” Zayn yelled.

“I’m not going to stay in pj’s all day!” I yelled back.

Zayn’s POV:

Jasmine left to get changed, and I sat there, thinking of what to do. I didn’t want Harry to be mad at me forever. He’s my rock. Even though I barely met Jasmine, I had a feeling about her and Harry.

My phone vibrated, and I saw that Harry tweeted, “At the café…”

I smirked, knowing exactly which café he was at. Even though Harry had been a complete idiot, I knew they needed each other. Suddenly, I had an idea.

“Jasmine!” I yelled.


“We’re going out for the day! Hurry up!”

“What if the paparazzi see us?!” she complained.

“Wear sunglasses!”

She walked out of her room, and I tapped my wrist, pretending to complain about waiting for a long time.

“Oh, shut up. Where are we going?”

“Can we go get some coffee or something? I just woke up and I want coffee”.

“You just woke up? Augh, fine, let’s go.”

We walked and talked the entire time to the café. She really was a wonderful girl. Even though the rest of the boys haven’t spent too much time with her, I knew we would all love her. If she made Harry happy, she made us happy.

We walked into the café and I saw Harry. I looked to my left to see if Jasmine had seen him too and, by the emotionless look on her face, I could tell that she had. I walked over to Harry and he was about to yell at me, when he saw Jasmine with me. I looked at him and mouthed the words, “Talk to her”, and I spun around to leave the café.

Jasmine saw me trying to leave and tried to follow me. She started to grab onto my arm, not wanting to be left alone with Harry, so we kept pushing each other in the middle of the café. She finally gave in and her eyes shot daggers at me.

“If looks could kill…” I joked, shaking my head.

She rolled her eyes and sat with Harry.

I looked at Harry, watching him to see what he would do.

Harry, you better fix things with her, I thought.

And, as if he could read my mind, he nodded his head gratefully. I winked at him and said, “See you, lovebirds!” before leaving the café. I heard Harry chuckle and I could feel Jasmine’s eyes burning into my back.

Jasmine’s POV:

Oh gosh.

I sat in front of Harry, waiting for him to talk.

“I’m sorry”, he said.

We sat in silence again, and the tension between us was extremely thick. He was staring into my eyes. Unsure of what to do, I ran my hands through my hair and sighed. I sat back into the booth, arms crossed, and I sat silently.

“Melanie and I are done, promise. I broke up with her because she cheated on me. Right after you left, I told her to stay away. I want nothing to do with her anymore. I know I kissed her back, but it was only because I was surprised. I didn’t feel anything at all”.

I stared at him and, as much as I wanted to deny it, I could tell he was telling the truth.

He looked at me, held both of my hands, and asked, “Will you forgive me?”

Did I want to do this?

If I forgave him, I would risk getting hurt again. I’d be vulnerable. If something bad were to happen again between us, I would be heartbroken all over again.

I heard Zayn’s words in my thoughts saying, “He won’t hurt you”.

I hope you’re right, Zayn.

Slowly, I nodded yes, and his signature grin crept onto his face. He got up from his side of the table and gestured for me to get up.. He smiled, holding my hand, and said, “So what should we do today?”

“We could go back to mine and watch a movie?” I suggested.

“Yes! Let’s watch Love, Actually! Does Tahlia have it?” he said, excited.

“Are you seriously willing to watch a chick flick with me?”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite movie!”

“Love, Actually it is then” I said.

We walked back to my flat and held hands the entire time. The movie had ended and it was getting late. During the entire movie, I was laying on Harry’s chest on the couch and he played with my hair. At one point, he got his hands tangled in my hair on purpose, making the both of us laugh. We hadn’t even noticed that Tahlia came into the room.

“Huh, so what’s going on here?” she said with a smirk on her face and raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing”, I said, removing myself from Harry’s grasp.

“Uh huh, sure…” she said. “Don’t forget to use protection!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, causing my face to turn red.

“Gosh, what’s your problem!” I yelled back. I chased after her, but she had locked herself in her bedroom.

I went back to sit with Harry on the couch and remembered that he had punched Zayn in the face.

“Oh yeah, why’d you punch Zayn in the face?” I asked.

He was startled at my question, but he still answered.

“I was jealous”.

“Of what?” I asked.

“I thought you liked him and that you didn’t like me” he said sheepishly.

How could he be jealous of me?

I hadn’t responded to Harry and he pulled me closer to him, saying, “I really like you”.

I couldn’t breathe. I was full of emotion. I was happy. I finally mustered up the words to say, “I like you, too”.
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