Here Comes Trouble

Jammie was the "bad-girl" type girl. Everyone hates her but most of them secretly love her. She's the queen of the school. Everyone listens to her because they're afraid of her. She's been in trouble more than 50 times and has been taken to jail 15 or more times, who wouldn't be scared? One day, a new kid from England comes to school. Harry Styles was his name. He was the same type of guy. They both act as if they hate each other but deep inside they know they have strong feelings for each other.


8. The Truth - Chapter 7


“Hey,” Maria’s voice echoed in the room as she stepped inside my room. This is Maria, my only girl friend. She understands what I’ve been through and helps me through everything. She’s the only person that’s not scared of me, except for Zayn.

“Hi,” I whispered, the tears slowly falling down my cheeks. I buried my face into the pillow next to me and sobbed quietly. The pain kept hitting me each time I saw his face in my brain. He just won’t leave my mind.

“Oh, Jammie,” I heard Maria mutter before I felt her body going down on the bed. I looked up at her and saw the sympathy in her face. “It’s alright.”

“No, it’s not,” I muttered, feeling the tears in my eyes again. I let them fall, not even looking away to wipe them.

“I though you hated Harry?” she reminded me in a questioning tone. I shook my head at what she said, making her look confused.

“I loved him. Even though I said I hated him, I loved him. I always have and,” I took a pause to sob quietly. “Always will.”

“You need to get over him,” she told me, picking up her phone. “I’m calling Zayn, alright?”

I nodded and hid my face in my pillow again. I listened to Maria’s voice and the small noise of Zayn speaking from the phone.

“Just come over,” she almost yells in the phone. “She needs her best friend. Yes, you’re her best friend. Just come over, please. Thank you.” I looked up at her as she hung up. She looks at me and smiles slightly. “He’s coming.”

In about 13 minutes, Zayn came running in the room, his hair flattened out and not put up in a quiff like normal, and he had some sweatpants and a black t-shirt on. He looks like he’s having a lazy day or something. “What’s wrong, love?” he asks me, sitting next to Maria.

“Harry,” was the only thing I could say, since the tears fell once again. He scooted up and patted my back before wrapping his arms around me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging back. The tears fell on his neck, making him shiver.

“If you want me to kill him, I will,” he told me, hugging me tighter. I chuckled quietly and shook my head at his suggestion.

“Please don’t.”

He looked at me, looking straight into my eyes. “He hurt you, Jammie. I don’t like seeing my best friend hurt. I love you.”

“That’s exactly what he said until he cheated,” I told him, raising my voice. His mouth hung open but he quickly closed it and kissed my forehead.

“I’m not lying,” he told me. “I’d never, ever lie to you.”

I felt my cheeks get hot. Am I blushing? I turned the other way for a second and looked back at Zayn. Why was I blushing? “Good.”

“I love you,” he whispered before kissing my cheek.

“I love you too,” I whispered back and kissed his cheek back. He smiled at this action and let go of me. I felt disappointed that he had let go of me. I wanted to stay in his arms.

“How about I call Harry to get all of this straightened out?” he asked me, looking right into my eyes like before.

I was about to say no but I nodded my head. I should talk to him. I need to talk to him. “Fine.”

He opened up his contacts on his phone and found him. ‘Harryyyy’ was the name of the contact. I smiled at that and opened up my contacts also. I looked at Harry’s contact and saw that I put up, ‘SweetieHaz’. Wow, I was stupid then. I put my phone down as I saw Zayn with his phone pressed to his ear.

“Harry? Hey, man, it’s Zayn,” he started saying in the phone as Harry picked up. “Someone here wants to talk to you. You’ll see.” He handed me the phone and I took it in my hands. My hands were shaky but I quickly pressed it up to my ear.

“Hello?” I said in a shaky voice. I heard him gasp quietly. There was silence for a while. “Harry?”

“Jammie?” he said back, having a shaky voice like mine.

“Why?” I asked him, gaining confidence to ask him questions. He was breathing hard on the other end, maybe nervous to answer me. I waited until I heard him finally speak.

“When we started dating, I thought you didn’t love me,” he told me. “I felt depressed. So, I hooked up with Kathleen. I thought we would just date for one day and break, but she stayed with me. I didn’t want to break her heart and tell her goodbye, so I stayed. When we were the closet, I was going to break up with her. She shoved me in there as she kissed me and I couldn’t say a thing. When you heard talking, cause I know you did, I was telling her to stop. Kathleen kept kissing me and sliding her hand down my shorts. I was going to break up with her, babe. I promise.”

After listening to the whole thing, I felt tears fall down again. He told me the truth. Why don’t I believe him? “Stop lying,” I snapped.

I heard him make a quiet sob. “I’m not lying! Look, I love you, not her. Stop thinking I’m lying to you. I would never lie to you. This is hurting me, Jammie. I hate seeing you hurt. I hate being the reason for it. I hate knowing that you probably don’t love me anymore.”

“I do love you,” I told him. “I just don’t think I can trust you anymore.”

“You can trust me,” he told me in a shaky voice.

“Let’s just take a break, alight? If I start to trust you, we’ll get back together. If I don’t, we both move on.”

He sobbed again. “No, I need to be with you.”

“And I need to be loved,” I muttered, making tears fall again. He sobbed once again before taking a shaky breath.

“One more chance,” he said. “I just need one more chance. If I fuck up, we break up for good. Deal?”

I took a shaky breath. Should I? What if he hurts me again? What if I love him too much and then he fucks up? “Fine,” I said, surprising myself. “Deal.”

“Thank god,” he whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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