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.

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17. Chapter 15

Harry's POV

A few days later, I unlocked the door and stepped into the living room. The sight awaiting me made a smile spread across my face. Jasmin was lying on the couch, fast asleep with a book in her hands. I put my grocery bags down and went over there to drape a blanket over her sleeping figure. I stood there for a moment longer and watched her chest rise and fall with each breath. My hand brushed her cheek, and I got to fully appreciate her pretty face when a small smile blossomed on her lips. I went back to put the food in the fridge.
I heard a key rattle in the door and turned around to see Charlotte using her spare to lock herself in. She smiled when she saw me, but that smile quickly faded when she saw who was on the couch. She raised her eyebrows at me and shot daggers at me through her eyes.
If looks could kill.
I held a finger against my lips to keep her quiet and walked into my bedroom. I looked over my shoulder to make sure she was following me, she was. I closed the door behind us and turned around to face her.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” She said and crossed her arms over her chest.
“What’s there to say?” I shrugged and sat down on the bed behind me.
“How about you start with explaining what the f*ck that little slut is doing on your couch!” She yelled.
“Don’t call her a slut! She is probably the most innocent person you’ll ever meet, don’t tell lies. She’s living here until she finds a new place. Her landlord evicted her. That’s what she’s doing on my couch.” I explained and stood up.
“So she lives here now? Do you really expect me to believe that’s all that’s happening? I see the looks you two give each other, I’m not stupid!”
“What looks?” I spat. “There’s nothing going on here, she’s my best friend’s sister for crying out loud Charlotte!”
“Your DEAD best friend’s sister! He’s not around to keep you away from her!” She hissed.
“You’re taking it too far Charlotte.” I warned her.
“Why haven’t you told me?”
“Because I know you! I predicted this reaction from you and I don’t want my girlfriend and my best friend hating each other!” I ranted.
“So she hates me? Good, the feeling is mutual.” She sassed.
“No! She doesn’t hate you, she never did! But you always hated her even if she didn’t do ANYTHING to you!”
“So you’re siding with her?” Charlotte said with a challenging tint in her voice.
“Yes I am! Why do you insist on hating her Charlotte? What did she ever do to you? Don’t you trust me enough to let me choose my roommate?”
“I do trus-”
“NO you don’t! If you did you wouldn’t be screaming at me for having my friend stay here!” I shouted.
“I do trust you Harry, it’s her I don’t trust!” Charlotte bitched.
“Don’t go there. If I trust her then so should you!”
“Harry don’t you see what she’s doing? You lost contact with her when she thought that you were going to fail at X-factor and be a joke! But as soon as you become famous and rich and popular she comes back!”
“You’re delusional. A. Jasmin and James believed in me all the way, and losing contact with them was my fault entirely. B. Jas won’t even let me pay for her share of the groceries! And C. We met again by coincidence! You were there!” I shouted and counted on my fingers.
“You’re so naïve.” She said quietly and shook her head.
I didn’t reply, I just turned around and looked out the window. I couldn’t look her in the eye right now, I was afraid of what I might say. In spite of everything, I did love her, and what was said could not be taken back. I didn’t want to lose her.
“Harry look at me.” I didn’t.
“Harry!” I still didn’t turn around.
“Oh for God’s sakes Styles, be a man and look at me!” She screamed. Her expression frightened me. She looked crazy and dangerous, and I saw very little of the woman I loved in those eyes.
“What.” I hissed.
“I’m giving you one last chance. One Harry!” She said and held up a finger to emphasize her point. “You have the rest of the day to get her out of here, and if you don’t we’re done.”
I was infuriated by her words. How could she do this to me?
“Why do you insist on putting me in this position? I can’t throw her out, she has nowhere to go!”
“But is that really your problem?” She asked with a menacing smile and cocked her head to the side.
“She’s my best friend.” I said through tears.
“Be a man Harry.”
“I won’t throw her out Charlotte.” I stated.
“Then goodbye Harry.” She said and tried to kiss me. I turned my face, and her lips hit the side of my head. She looked at me for a second while I looked at the wall, and then she walked out. I stood there for a second with my head in my hands and sunk down on the bed.
“I hope you’re happy now.” I heard Charlotte hiss and shot up. I stormed into the living room and fumed at her.
“Don’t you dare talk to her. Don’t even look at her! Just leave. Get out!”
“Fine.” Charlotte replied and pranced out the door.
I sighed heavily and looked up at Jasmin.
“You heard.”
She nodded. “Most of it, yeah.” She strode over and tiptoed to put her arms around my neck.
“Thank you so much Harry.” She whispered and dug her head into my shoulder. I lifted her up and hugged her tighter so she didn’t have to stand on her toes.
“Did you think I was gonna throw you out? No way.” I whispered.
“I’m so sorry you had to do that Haz. I’m so sorry.”

Jas made a pot of tea and sat with me on the couch. I could feel her watching me, waiting for a reaction, but there was nothing. I was just numb.
“Harry do you want to talk about it?” She offered carefully. I shook my head.
“Are you all packed for tomorrow?” I asked her. I knew that my mind was trying to change the subject, but I let it. I really didn’t want to be logical right now.
“Yeah, I packed yesterday. Actually I just took that bag we packed with James’s old t-shirts and lumberjacks and threw in some jeans and stuff of my own.” She rambled. I could tell that she was trying to make conversation, keep my mind on something else.
“You know, I don’t get that? You were such a girly girl, you refused to wear jeans when we were kids, and now you wear his clothes all the time? Why is that?” I asked, maybe sounding a bit too mean.
She looked down at her feet and tucked them under her butt. Her arms wrapped themselves around her knees, and she blushed.
“Promise you won’t laugh or judge.”
“Do I look like I’m in a laughing mood?” I answered, with about as much emotion in my voice as a dead canary.
“They smell like him. It makes me feel protected, like he’s right behind me. It makes me feel like he’s still here.” She mumbled and scratched Jr. between the ears as he pushed his little head against her leg.
“I’m sorry Jas, I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.” I breathed.
“It’s ok Harry. You just went through hell.”
“Don’t remind me.”
 

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