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.


12. Chapter 11

"She's busy today. Don't ask me what she's doing. I completely zoned out when she tried to tell me." he answered and turned the car around a corner. I gave a little laugh. That was the Harry I knew.
"So what movie do you have planned?" I asked to keep the silence at bay. He wasn't really doing much to fill in the voids.
"I was thinking whatever plays next?" He asked and raised his eyebrows. I laughed again.
"Sounds good to me." I smiled. Finally I just let the silence take over. I figured it must be his turn to speak up now. Only he didn't, and we were stuck in an awkward silence until we pulled up at the movie theater. 
"What's going to play next?" Harry asked the acne-infested teenage boy behind the ticket counter.
"Intouchables. It's in ten minutes. You're pretty much the only people here today, so I think you'd have the whole screen to yourselves." He said. He sounded relived that someone was even here.
"Lovely. Two then." Harry said with a big goofy grin and got out his wallet. I got out mine too, but he slammed a bill down on the counter first and turned to me. He frowned and asked,
"What do think you're doing? You're not paying today." 
"Harry I make my own money! I have a job. I can pay for my own ticket." I protested. Nonetheless, he put his hand on my wallet and pushed it into my chest.
"You can, yes, but you're not." He stated with a look in his eyes saying 'don't mess with me. I'm stubborn as hell and you know it. You've already lost this battle'. I knew this look all too well.
"Fine." I sighed and tucked my money back into my purse. The boy handed Harry the tickets and his change. 
"Can I at least pay for the snacks?" I pleaded. I hated letting him pay for all of this. No matter how rich and famous he got, in my eyes, he'd always be the sixteen year old boy scraping coins together to go to the movies.
"Nope. I invited you Jasmin Smith and I am not going to let you pay for a thing.
We bought the snacks quickly, since there was no line. The girl behind the counter even threw in a nacho tray because the theater was so empty, and otherwise it'd just go to waste.

The boy had been right. It was just us in the room when the movie started. It was hilarious. Never in my life had I laughed so hard in one day. When it was over, I was still snickering at a remark Driss, the main character, had made. I looked over to see Harry looking at me with an odd smile on his lips. 
"What?" I chuckled as I stood up and gathered my things. 
"Nothing. You just haven't smiled like that in a while. It was like a flash of the old Jasmin." He said and shook his head.
"I'm still the same Harry. I just changed. The old Jasmin isn't going anywhere, she's just asleep at the moment. She doesn't function very well without James." 
"Yeah, sorry. I shouldn't have asked." He apologized. I smiled and patted his cheek once.
"It's ok Harry, don't worry about it."
"Are you hungry?" He asked out of nowhere.
"Not really no," I laughed. "I'm still full from all those snacks."
"Coffee then?" He offered and stood up. 
"Sounds good." I smiled and followed him out of the movie theater. We walked to the nearest coffee place and sat down in the corner with our orders.
"Can I ask you something?" Harry said and looked down at the table.
"Of course." 
"You work at a bar. As a waitress. Does that pay well enough that you can live from that only?" 
"It pays what I need it to. No more, no less. But even if it didn't, I don't think I could quit. We're a family at The Dubliner. I don't think I have it in me." I explained.
"I see. Jas you know that should you ever need help then I'm here right? I feel like it's my duty to take care of you now that James is-"
I spaced out for a moment there. Ha. It was all because of James. It was all because he felt obliged to take over where James had left off. I was his little charity case and nothing more.


(Harry's POV)

That was the biggest lie ever. Sure, I did feel like I had to protect Jas, but that had nothing to do with James anymore. Her face got a little paler, and I stopped talking.
"Are you ok? You look a little off Jas." 
She looked up from the table and blinked a few times.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I just got a bit of a headache. I don't know why."

"Maybe you should go home and lie down. Come on, I'll drive you."

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