My Brother's Best Friend

Jasmin Smith is no one special to the eyes of the public. A normal pretty barmaid at a pub, a talent for singing and a flat in London. But not too long ago, Jasmin received some horrible news. Her twin brother, her other half, James has passed on, and she is now alone.
Jasmin and James are originally from Holmes Chapel, and James's best friend was no other than Harry Styles. The two boys lost touch when Harry started getting whirled around in the famous life, but even after all the time that has passed, Harry is devastated at the news of James passing away. When he and Jasmin meet by chance, he makes it his mission to help her recover after the great loss she has suffered, and perhaps recover himself with her help. He feels it is his duty towards James to protect and shelter her, but never did he expect that those feelings should grow much stronger than that.


2. Chapter 1

(Harry's POV)

A loud and satisfied sigh escaped me as I landed flat on my stomach on the hotel bed. What a great crowd tonight. I could still hear them screaming in my head. I drifted closer and closer to sleep with my head turned slightly to the side so I didn't choke on the pillow, but my moment of peace didn't last. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it up to see my mum's smiling face on the display.
"Hey Mum!" I said, my voice partially muffled by the pillow.
"Hi honey. I'm afraid I have some bad news." My mother said. She sounded shocked and shaky. Fear arose inside me.
"Mum what is it? Is Gemma ok? What happened?" 
"Gemma's fine Harry. You remember James right? Your friend?"
"Yes what about him? Is he ok? What did you hear?" I asked.
"Honey James had a tumor in his lung. He just died."
"A tumor? cancer?" I stuttered. James was dead... I couldn't wrap my mind around it. My old best friend. I instantly felt so guilty for not keeping in touch with him. He was like a brother to me. Dead. The disturbing picture of him lying in a coffin with his eyes closed never to be opened again. It scared me and I could tell that this image was going to haunt me for a long time.
"Yes like cancer. Harry honey I'm so sorry."
"He's not dead! He can't be!" I shouted. Liam looked over at me from his bed with furrowed eyebrows.
"Who's dead Haz?"
"Sweetheart I'm sorry! I know it's hard to hear it." Mum said over the phone. 
"When is the funeral?" I croaked. Tears were starting to affect my voice.
"It's this Sunday Harry." 
"I'll see if I can come home."
"Ok honey. Don't be alone tonight ok?"
I didn't answer. I hung up and sat up in bed. My grip on the phone tightened, and I flung it at the wall. My hands tangled in the curls as a great sob escaped my throat. Liam came over a patted my back.
"Haz what is it? Who died?" He asked quietly. There was no answer. I wasn't ready for that. I still needed to understand it fully myself. A great pain rippled inside of me at the thought that I would never see James again. 


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