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.


27. Chapter 24


Jasmin's POV




That's the best way to describe the way I felt as I saw Harry taking Janey's hand and lead her in the direction of the storage rooms. The words he'd uttered last night were still reverberating in my head. 

'Don't you see it?'

Of course I saw it. Of course I knew what he was on about. But every time we had a moment, every time we turned our brains off for just one second and gave in, the only thing that remained when we were back to normal was guilt.

'What would James say?'

Not only was Harry my best friend, he was James' too, and I had every feeling that James would not have liked what was going on one bit. And I couldn't loose Harry too. I wouldn't. 
Yet it seemed like I already was. I saw perfectly what little mind game he was playing now, and I was confused and hurt and angry. This wasn't the Harry I loved and cared for. This wasn't the Harry I'd grown up with, this was a bitter little boy playing a petty game. 

But I wasn't about to sink to his level. I was going to end this right now. 

Harry and Janey came back out behind the counter, Janey with a big exited smile on her face, Harry with a not so big smug smirk. Infuriated, I cut Kristian off mid-sentence "Excuse me for a moment." and marched over there. Janey had taken to filling salt shakers for the tables, and Harry was standing there, leaning on the counter and saying something that made Janey laugh.
"Harry can I talk to you for a moment?" I said urgently, almost hissing, my teeth clenched tight. 
He looked at me with a self-pleased grin and answered "Yeah sure." though he didn't make a move.
For once, Janey caught the mood and said "I'll just uh... go.... to the.... bathroom..." She scurried off awkwardly, and I turned back to Harry, crossing my arms over my chest.
"What are you doing?" I asked coldly.
"I don't know what you're talking about." he said indifferently. 
I scoffed. "Sure you don't. Why are you playing this game Harry? This isn't you." 
"Jasmin, what are you trying to say here?" He asked, faking confusion.
"Oh shut up Harry, you know, you haven't gotten much better at acting since iCarly. I can see that you're doing this to hurt me, and it's fine if you're angry with me but why use Janey? She is the most innocent girl I've ever met. She doesn't deserve to get pulled in like that. This is between us, she shouldn't be used. She's not a tool." I ranted.
Harry shook his head a little bit, pushed himself away from the counter and leaned down, his face to close to mine that we were almost nose to nose. And he whispered. 
"I don't see what you mean."
And with a menacing smile, he turned and walked out the door, the jingle of the bell announcing that Styles had left the building.
"Shite!" I hissed and slammed a fist down on the counter.


Harry's POV

I came home late that night, afraid to face Jas after today. I'd stayed out until three in the morning, wandering around town until I found an appropriately deserted bar where I wouldn't get recognized, and where I could hide out for a while. Eventually, the owner, an old man with an eyepatch and filthy clothes, sent me away when the arms on the clock hit 02:30 in the morning. I walked home, took the long way through various parks, and came in the door a few minutes past 3. The apartment was dark, and to be perfectly honest I'd had a few more than I should at that bar, so it came as no surprise to me when I stumbled over a shoe that was lying free in the middle of the living room. It had a wooden heel that clattered loudly against the floorboards. I cringed and waited for Jasmin to come out, dressed in her fluffy bathrobe, asking me to be quiet and go to bed.

No one came. 

That's right about where the cold fist inside me started to clench my insides and make me wanna gag. But I had to make sure.

I walked down the hallway to her room and knocked carefully at first, holding my breath. No reply. It's okay, I thought, she's just asleep. It's fine. 

I slowly, quietly opened the door to find the room empty. the only things that remained were the bare bed with a naked mattress, the dresser, nightstand, mirror, and a folded note taped to it. All signs of Jasmin were gone, except for that white piece of paper, seeming so out of place in the moonlit room.

I picked it from the mirrors surface, careful not to make a tear when I removed the tape. I opened it carefully with shaking hands and started reading.




You probably know why I chose to leave. And I'm sorry to see you changing like this. Because Harry, this kind of game you're playing? It's not the Harry I know and love. That guy is not my best friend. It's definitely a change for the worse. 

I don't know if you would have tried to stop me from moving. i don't know what you really feel and want right now, but mentally, I don't have the strength to find out right now. So please, no matter if you want me to come back or you wanted me gone just as much as I had to get away, don't let me know. I don't think I could go through saying goodbye to you again.

In any case, I think I've outstayed my welcome.

So don't come looking. 

I'm not going to lie to you Harry, I'm not going to fire any of that "it's not you it's me" shit. Because this is your fault. You chose to be a hurtful and childish person, and I can't deal with that version of you. It's too painful to know that I had a part in turning you into that person.

I can't say goodbye to you in person. But it's different on paper. Call me a coward if you must.

Goodbye Harry.

- Jasmin




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