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.


9. Chapter 8

I closed my eyes and held my breath. 
"No no no this isn't happening." I mumbled and scrambled off Harry's chest. He sat up beside me and ran his hands through his curls.
"Jas." He tried. I was too busy shaking my head and mumbling "no" over and over again to notice.
"Jas!" He tried again, a little louder. I held my tongue for a second and took a deep breath.
"I think you should go Harry." I whispered.
"I know. I'm sorry. This doesn't change anything does it?" He asked with desperation evident in his voice. I looked up to see him surveying my face for any signs of an answer. The look on his face resembled one of an abandoned puppy.
"No. Don't worry. But just... Haz you need to go now. I can't... do this now." 
"Ok. I'll come get you at the bar this Friday ok?"
"Ok." I said, and closed my eyes again. I heard him carefully close my front door behind him and groan behind it. A thump echoed through my living room from Harry's head hitting the wall next to the door. 
"Oh my God." I whispered. Harry Styles, my brother's best friend, the boy I used to sport a small crush on, the boy who had defended me whenever I got pushed around in school, the boy with the hypnotizing green eyes and irresistible curls had just kissed me. And he was with that Charlotte girl. I should have known where this was going. I should have been more careful. I should have done something.

"What's up slut?" John Hawkins said and pushed me against a wall. I looked around for James, usually he would walk me from class to class, but he was nowhere in sight. 
"You're calling me a slut? Have you seen your girlfriend lately?" I countered.
"What did you just say about my girlfriend!" He yelled and shoved me to the floor. Apparently that wasn't enough, so he slapped me hard on my left cheek. The bruise was already spreading. I could feel it.
"Oi! Hawkins! Get lost or you will have earned a one-way ticket to the hospital alright?" A third voice shouted from the end of the hallway.
"What are you gonna do huh Styles?" John laughed and walked a few steps away from me towards Harry. 
"Are you absolutely sure you want to know?" Harry asked and stepped closer. The two boys were now face to face. 
"Bring it pretty face." He spat in Harry's face. It happened so fast that I didn't even see. Hawkins was lying on the floor wimping and holding a hand to his jaw. Harry kicked at his schoolbag so the contents went flying and walked over to me. He took both my hands and pulled me to my feet.
"Are you ok Jas?" He asked and picked up my bag for me.
"I'm fine. Let's just get away from this low-life." I said. He put his arm over my shoulder and led me away. We reached the stairs of the school where James was descending.
"Hey there you are-" He started but saw Harry's arm on my shoulder. Personally, I was relishing in this brief moment of close contact with Harry, but James wasn't so thrilled. I saw the glare he sent Harry. He immediately dropped his arm and took a small step away from me.
"Jasmin what happened to your face? Who did this?" James gasped and put a gentle hand on my cheek.
"Hawkins." Harry filled in.
"That bastard." James growled and took me in his arms. 
"Come on. Let's go home." James said and let go of me. Home. The word echoed in my head.
"No. James no." I whispered. Our parent's abusing ways, particularly father's, were getting worse, and I didn't want to go back to that.
"We can go to my house." Harry offered.

I came back to reality when there was a knock at the door. I stood up and looked in the mirror that hung over a table in the hallway. I was decent, so I went over to the door and looked though the peephole. Nobody was there. I opened anyway to see a very frustrated Harry.
"Jas before you slam this door in my face I'm sorry." He rambled. I sighed and opened the door fully.
"Harry I told you it doesn't change anything. Don't worry. I just need a little time to process this kind of thing ok? It was an accident."
"I know, but it was my fault. I shouldn't have... I don't know. Please don't tell Charlotte?" 
"Of course. Now goodbye Harry." I told him and closed the door. 

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