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.


31. Chapter 28

Harrys POV It had  been one week and she still hadn’t come back. The last couple of days had been a blur with the crash, hospital, coming home and l… And I just missed her. Saying her name out loud even hurt for God’s sake! I felt like such a fuck up, the first time I’d happy in a long time and I screwed it up. Award for the stupidest person on earth goes to Harry Styles! Ugh. I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen, my head still pounding. I turned the kettle on and switched on the TV. “Harry Styles and mystery girlfriend?” Ugh not again. I switched of the TV and picked up my phone. I hadn’t been on twitter for a while and the fans were probably worried about me. I scrolled through my mentions asking if I was okay, begging for a follow or saying they love me. I typed in a quick tweet to let them know that I was okay, and that I loved them too, followed by another tweet. ‘You don’t appreciate who you have until they’re gone.’ And the tweets started pouring in again. My head was still pounding and my mind was swirling with thoughts. I had to call her again; I picked up my phone and hid my number so she would pick up. “Hello?” her small fragile voice whispered through the speaker “Jasmin, it’s me –“I was lost for words, I didn’t actually think she’d pick up. “Harry” I heard her sigh before she started again “please don’t do this” “I’m not doing anything, just hear me out please” I begged “I’m sorry harry” and she cut the phone. I couldn’t do this anymore and before I realized it, my fists were pounding into the walls, and blood was starting to pour from my knuckles, my head spinning and I lost control when I banged my head into the wall and everything started to black out.


Jasmins POV “I’m sorry harry” I hung up and let the tears fall freely. I couldn’t give a fuck in that moment. Why did he have to make it harder than it already was? The pain and struggle in his voice was evident. I don’t want to do this to him, but we just didn’t fit. He had his life to worry about, I knew he didn’t know that what he would be doing would screw everything all up, but I was doing the right thing.

No you’re doing what you want to believe is right but deep inside you know it’s wrong.

Wow, I’m speaking to myself, I thought. I have really gone mad.

You’ve gone crazy without him.

Stop it ugh; I am not talking to myself.

Oh but you are. The annoying little voice in me spoke again and I swear I could’ve kill it. That was what Harry did, he drove me crazy, didn’t matter if I was with him or not.

You can’t stop thinking about him

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” I put my hands up to my ears and scrunched my eyes shut,

I’ve gone mad. Completely bonkers. Thanks Harry.

 I knew I’d done the right thing, despite the little voice in me saying I was lying, I pushed it away, along with what I had with Harry, whatever it was. My mind was swirling and I was beginning to get a headache.

 You can’t carry on like this

You think I don’t know that? Fuck this, fuck me, fuck harry, fuck everything, fuck it all. I have really lost it. Thanks Harry, I hope you’re happy.

 Who are you kidding? He was on the verge of crying on the phone, he’s anything but happy. He’s not the only one.


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