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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22. Chapter 20


(Harry's POV)

"No Harold, I can't stay and entertain you! I have a job!" Jasmin sighed for the hundred and thirtieth time today. "If you need entertainment that bad you're gonna have to come with me."
I peeled myself off the couch with a single word. "Deal."
"I have to go now, and I'm not going anywhere with you dressed like that!" She chuckled, referring to my attire consisting solely of boxers, pajama pants and a beanie. "Get dressed and join me there." She bossed before she pranced out the door. Just before she shut it behind her she stuck her head back inside and frowned.
"And please put a shirt on?" She whispered. A fraction of a second later, I could hear her feet pitter pattering down the hall to the elevator.

I parked the Audi a street away from the pub and went inside quickly, my body shivering from the cold air. The place was packed with people, and soon, I saw why. Jasmin was at on a barstool with a microphone, giving a performance of  'Somebody's Heartbreak' on that tiny stage in the back. Not a single eyewas turned away from her while she sang and played the guitar that was settled in her lap. 

I spotted a vacant chair at the bar in front of Charlie, her boss. I sat down after a while of squeezing pastthe crowd. Charlie nodded at me, but his eyes never left Jasmin. 

I'd always loved Jasmin's voice, but she had always been ridiculously shy about it when we were younger. I was glad she'd finally gotten over it and got back on the stage. 

"How long has it been since she last did that?" I whispered to Charlie.

"Last time was when you came in here for the first time. " he informed me.

"She's gotten so much better since I last listened to her." I breathed and rested my arms on the counter.

"You should've heard her back when James was around. People would call to try and make reservations. Every friday night we'd be working overtime because people wouldn't go home."

"I wish I was there."

 

 

 

Three songs later, Jasmin announced that she was taking a 30 minute break. She went behind the bar and got herself a bottle of water. She drank a little and playe dsith the cap in front of me.

"How was I?" she asked with a sly smile.

And the words left my mouth before I could shut myself up.

"Never seen anything more beautiful." 

 

 

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