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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43. Epilogue

Epilogue.

1 Year Hence

 

Harry.

 

I look at my watch one more time, walking back and forth in front of the florists shop. I tug at the jacket of my suit, and finally, Jasmin comes out with a smile on her lips, and a wreath of white roses in her hands.

I asked her several times if she was sure she wanted to spend this very special day there, told her that we could go any other day, but she insisted on going to the graveyard, promptly after getting her diploma. She finished her bachelor, finally, and after a brief moment of happiness, pride and congratulations from my mum, Maria, Gemma, Charlie, Kristian, Macy, and myself, Jas and I went straight to the florist.
She steps out of the shop with a sad smile on her lips, carrying a wreath of white roses.
I drive us there in silence, while Jas gently runs her fingers over the roses in her lap. We left Maria in the care of my mother and sister before going. We promised her that she would go another day. Today is just for Jas.

We reach the graveyard, and after parking the car, I follow Jas to the plot. She knows the way, but I’ve never been here before. We walk hand in hand, and I can sense the joy that radiated off her earlier wear off. A melancholy, but relaxed feeling replaces it, and I squeeze her hand reassuringly. In response, she steps a little closer to me.

She stops at a grey headstone, and in the lovely green dress that Macy gave her long ago, she kneels down by it, gently running her fingers over his name. I choke up and step closer to the stone as well. The thought alone that I am standing over his deteriorating corpse is sickening to me, but at the same time, I feel compelled to stay. I feel such great comfort in being at his last resting place, and having a place to remember him by.
Silent tears are running down Jas’s cheeks as she carefully places the wreath so it leans on the stone. She pulls a few weeds up from the ground, and then stops moving. I’m crying a little as well, re-experiencing the sorrow of first finding out about James’s death a little, though not to the full extent. Time has not completely healed the wound, but it has taken care of some of it.
I reach down and squeeze Jasmin’s shoulder a little.
“I’m going to give you a moment.” I choke out. I step about ten meters away, until I am out of hearing range, and I clasp my hands in front of me and start silently praying. I am not a religious man, but if there is any chance that James might be up there, listening, then there’s a few things I need to tell him.
“I’m sorry. I should have found her earlier, I know that. I should have gotten to you somehow. Found you. I’m so sorry you went through this alone.” I say through my tears. “I miss you. I miss you so much. You have no idea. And I really, really hope that you’re not angry with me for loving your sister. I do love her. There’s no changing it. I even think you knew to some extent, back then. And I promise that I’ll take good care of her. We should have stayed in touch. We really should. It was my fault, and I’m so sorry. You will always be a brother to me. I love you James.”
I tear my gaze away from the sunny skies above me, and look over at Jas. She has a happy smile on her face, but tears are still running down her face as she talks to her brother. Finally, she stands up and takes a step back. I walk up to her and put my arm around her. She leans her head on my shoulder, and we stand like that for a while.

 

Jasmin.

 


“Do you think he would approve of us?” I ask after a while. The effects of the tears on my voice are gone, and the tears on both our faces have dried in the wind.
“You know, he told me once.” Harry says. I look up into his green eyes. They’re locked on the name carved into the stone, along with a picture of a dove. The Holy Spirit.
“Told you what?” I ask, holding on to his white dress shirt a little tighter.
“It was a few weeks before I went to the X-factor audition. He told me that he knew how I felt about you. And that it was never going to be okay for you to date anyone, because you were his sister. He was always going to be paranoid that some guy would hurt you, and he was never going to count anyone good enough for you. But I remember he said ‘I know that eventually, I’ll have to trust someone with her. And if it’s going to be anyone, it’s going to be you.’” He explains with a sad smile.
“You never told me that.” I say. It is no accusation. Only a curious statement. He turns his head into my hair and I feel the pressure on my curls as he presses his lips against them.
“I didn’t want you to be with me because you felt like you had to, just because James said it.” He tells me. “I had to know that you would be with me because it made you happy, not because it made him and me happy.”
“I’m with you because I love you.” I say, and tiptoe to kiss his cheek. We both stare at the headstone with fondness in our eyes, and I ponder on how easy it is to say the wrong thing and loose someone forever. Harry hugs me closer to his side, and I breathe in his smell, thankful that even though we have said so many stupid things to each other, we never completely gave up. We never truly let each other go.
“We should go. The others will be waiting at the pub.” Harry whispers. I nod, smiling at the fact that Charlie and Anne had out their heads together and planned a party for me.
We both take a last look at the stone, and I step forward, pressing my fingers to my lips, then running them over the top of the stone, just like I did on the day of his funeral. That day, I remember clearly as rainy and glum, but this day is sunny and beautiful. All I feel is happiness to be with my brother and Harry at the same time, and love for them both. I whisper to James that I will be back with Maria soon.
Harry and I turn around, and head to the place where we were reunited all those months ago.

 

 

So hey guys! This will be the last time im writing to you but all good times come to an end. Its been such a rollercoaster ride writing this but luckily I had an amazing co author to accompany me through out. I went through a lot while writing this book and its very personal as while I was writing this book my mum was diagnosed with cancer and passed away on 15/6/14 </3 thats sort of one of the reasons why it took long to update but thank you for sticking with us to the very end! I love you all and I hope you enjoyed our book! Thats it I guess, feels weird ending this book but yeah bye bye -yours sincerly, jasmin // foodisgood

 

 

Hi guys.

This is it! The story is over, and I am truly very happy with it. There will be no sequel, because this ending wraps up the loose ends, and I feel that more would completely ruin it.
I want to thank you all so much for reading along, and following this story all the way to the end, even when we were barely updating, and the writing was slow. Your comments, the way you guys have responded to our work, and all of the sweet things you’ve said mean the world to me. It is the only reason we didn’t simply quit when finding time to write became hard. You guys are saints. Thank you so much for everything. It has truly been a pleasure, and I wish you all the best.

 

As the dear sweet Jasmin explained in her note above, cancer caused the loss of her mother. Overall, it is such a huge problem. If you remember, cancer was also the cause of the death of James in this story, and central to the beginning of the story, which supports the feeling I have that it is only right to give you guys the link to the National Foundation For Cancer Research. It is an American organization that is looking for a cure. Donating money is not the only way to help. That is not to say that I don't encourage you to. Please go give it a look and try to help. One day there will be a cure. I for one hope it will be soon, and if I can help in any way, I will try. I hope that some of you feel the same way.

www.nfcr.org


To my wonderful co-author, I want to thank you especially. Your life has been so hectic and confusing and hard, so thank you, so much, for carrying on, and taking it with grace every time I’ve poked you about deadlines. Trust me when I say that I would not have been so hard on you had I known what you’ve been going through. You are such a sweet girl, so tough, and I’m so happy I’ve gotten to know you. I hope we’ll stay in touch, and I hope that I can somehow help you through this hard time you’re facing. Though we come from different religions, know that I keep you, you family and your mother in my prayers.

It’s been an honour.

-Marie

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