Loved You First

Jessica is eighteen and her best friend is Harry Styles. When Harry denies his feelings for her, Jessica turns to another guy. Niall Horan, one of Harry's band mate and friend. As she continues to fall for Niall, Harry flares up with anger and jealousy which leads to their friendship to fall apart. Jessica, heartbroken, turns to the aid of her sister. A year later, Harry runs into Jessica at a party. Will they reunite as friends? Or will thoughts of the past be brought up once again?

A story of deception, lies, love, and friendship.

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2. Good Old Days

JESSICA'S P.O.V.

When I awoke the next morning, I found Harry sound asleep next to me. I never imagined how cute he looked when he was asleep, let alone that he was cute when he was awake too. I would just lie in bed next to him if I wanted to. I admired him for a moment while his eyes were closed, knowing that he wouldn't catch me staring at him for too long.

His curly locks framed his beautifully sculpted face. I just wanted to trace his jawline and trail my fingers down to his chest. It was only then I realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He turned, facing away from me and all I saw were tattoos. His shoulder, his arm. Just looking at them turned me on. Why am I even thinking like that?

My heart raced against my chest, letting my thoughts flow through my mind. I gently bit my lip only thinking about them. Secrets that I'd have to keep to myself. If anyone else found out that I'm thinking about Harry like this, I can only imagine what they'd say. Nobody mustn't know. Nobody. Not my sister, not Zayn, or Liam, or Louis, or Niall, not even Harry.

I stared up at the ceiling for a bit, lying in bed and I smiled to myself. I quietly got out of bed and walked out of my room, then headed downstairs where I heard people laughing. My sister's laugh was easiest to pick out. I went into the kitchen where my sister and the other four boys were gathered. "Good morning sister." Angela smiled and gave me a hug.

I hugged her back, then pulled away. "We were just talking about you." she said.

"What about me?" I asked her, grabbing a glass from the shelves and pouring myself some Orange juice. "Well, it was supposed to be a surprise but I guess it wouldn't hurt to tell you. We're having a party for you this Saturday at the Marriott." Angela smiled. The moment I put the orange juice back into the fridge, I just looked at her. "No, I don't believe you." I told her.

"I just made reservations like six months ago. We'll also be staying at the hotel for two-nights. We'll have some sister bonding time. How does that sound?" she asked.

"Looks like someone slept on the wrong side of the bed." Liam said, looking past me.

"Harry, did you even bother to put on a decent pair of pants before you came downstairs?" Angela asked. I didn't want to turn around because if I did, I would see Harry and his... indecency. "You can't just walk around naked in someone's house." Zayn said.

"Technically, it's Angela's house." Harry walked around the island in the middle of the kitchen and walked past Angela to get to the fridge where I was standing. "I didn't give you permission to walk around naked Harry. Not with Jess in the room." Angela still treated me like a little kid, but in some ways, she had to be the 'parent.' Especially when it came to seeing boys naked.

I moved away from the fridge and over to a spot where I could keep my distance from Harry. I didn't want to be close to him when he was indecent. "I don't think she minds." he said. "Do you Jess?" He faced me and all I could stare at was his chest. I couldn't say a word and he took my silence as an answer. "See." He smirked at Angela.

"Just put on some pants." Angela said.

"All right, I will." he said, then walked out of the kitchen and soon enough, I could breathe again. "Making himself at home doesn't mean he has to be naked whenever he feels like it." Angela said.

"What if you ask us to?" Zayn asked.

I was getting a little uncomfortable and walked out of the room. Obviously my sister was having her share of fun with the guys. She talked to them more than I did and I hate to admit this but I was jealous of her. My sister was beautiful and so was I, but I wasn't as outgoing as she was. I walked out into the backyard and sat down on the swings.

 

HARRY'S P.O.V.

I walked back into the kitchen fully dressed to find that Jessica wasn't in there. "Where's Jess?" I asked, but no one heard me except for Niall. "She went into the backyard." he said. I walked out of the kitchen and out to the backyard. Angela was having her fun with the guys. There was a time when I had a crush on her, but she paid little attention to me.

Her attention was towards Louis or Zayn. Those three always had a laugh together while I was stuck with Niall and Liam, but even those two couldn't help with all the emotions that I was feeling inside. It wasn't until the day I met Jessica when I realized who I was meant to be with.

I saw Jessica sitting alone on the swings. I sat down in the other swing beside her. "Hey." I said. She looked at me and said, "I thought you'd be in there catching up with Ange." I shook my head, "I'd rather spend time catching up with you." I smiled.

Jessica and I met even before I was a part of One Direction. It was during the time when I was on the X Factor in the UK. Her family had just come down for a vacation in the UK, but they didn't expect to actually come see the show live. It was right after I auditioned and I was just leaving the building with my family.

 

"Oh sorry." I muttered quietly. A girl with brown eyes and black hair looked at me. She smiled, "It's okay." I have never seen a girl so beautiful in my life. I wondered how old she was, but age didn't matter to me. Nothing mattered to me at the moment. Had I been blessed with luck? "I'm Harry." I held out my hand towards her direction.

She reached out and shook my hand. "I know. I saw you sing. You were amazing. I'm Jessica." Her smile was to die for and I was beginning to like her. It was crazy how things worked out. "I have to go. I'll see you around?" she asked. I didn't want her to leave, but a part of me knew that I was going to see her again someday. I smiled, "It was nice meeting you Jessica."

 

Ever since that moment, I knew I was in love but I never got the courage to tell her how I felt. "Do you want to go to the park?" Jessica asked, looking at me with those same brown eyes I fell in love with. "Would your sister mind?" I asked her. She laughed a bit and stood up, "She would hardly notice that I'm gone. Besides, she would know that you came along with me. It's not like I'm going to the park all by myself."

There was something about the last sentence which made me think that she did go the park by herself. It was the change of tone her voice. I knew she would try her best to hide it, but I could tell the difference. I stood up and agreed to go with her to the park. We walked out through the gate, closing it behind us and walked down the street.

So much has changed in three years.

Three years ago, I wouldn't have expected to come this far in life; to be a part of One Direction; and to perform all over the world. It was truly a dream come true, professionally speaking. Three years ago, I was just trying to pursue a career that I wanted. Three years ago, I was a nobody. Now, I was somebody.

I noticed that Jessica has changed. Every time I saw her, which wasn't often, she looked even more beautiful than the previous year. She was still the same shy person that she was when we first met, but I had a feeling that there was more to her than just a pretty face. She was everything you could ever want in a girl. She was smart, funny, down-to-earth, beautiful, and I was in love with her.

Once we arrived at the park, she and I sat down on the bench together. She kept her distance from me, and I wondered why. "What are you thinking about?" I asked her, resting my arm on the bench.

 

JESSICA'S P.O.V.

As we walked down the street to the park, many thoughts occurred in my mind. A lot has changed in three years, especially Harry. I remember meeting him three years ago in the UK right after he auditioned for the X Factor. I was fifteen and he was sixteen. I didn't like him because of his singing voice or his hair. It was his smile, and those green eyes that captured my heart.

Back then I was shy, but he made me feel like I was the only girl in the world to him. I'm still surprised that he and I were able to keep in contact over the years; and also to be able to see each other when he was here in the States or taking a break from tour. He became one of my best friends. He was someone I could trust.

If I wasn't shy back then, why was I shy now?

We sat down on a bench at the park, keeping a small distance from him. His arm rested on the bench, but it still felt like he draped it around my shoulders. I fought the urge to scoot over and just rest my head on his shoulder. I looked down at my hands for a moment before answering his question, then I took a side glance at him.

Harry had changed in three years. His voice had gotten deeper, but that only made his singing even better. His hair had grown longer, curlier. His eyes were still green and he still had those dimples when he smiled. "I just want to know if you came down here because it was my birthday and Angela asked you to come or if you came for a different reason." I answered.

"Even if Angela didn't ask, I still would've come." he smiled with his dimples showing.

Right at that exact moment, I just wanted to lean in and kiss his lips. I didn't care who was watching or who was passing by. I just wanted to kiss him. My heart raced against my chest. How could he be so oblivious to what he's doing to me? Everything about him makes my heart race. I wondered if he felt anything towards me when we were alone, like now.

It was obvious that he wants to spend time with me, but did he care about me? Is he going to just throw me away like all the others? Hold on... what am I thinking!? Jessica, get a hold of yourself. Harry's your best friend and you should never think of yourself as one of those girls he's dated. "You're awfully quiet. It makes me think like I'm doing something wrong."

His smile disappeared as if I broke his heart. He looked away as I reached out and touched his arm. He turned his head only to look where my hand was placed. "You're not doing anything wrong. We should be having fun and we're not." I pulled my hand away and he grabbed it with his, holding it.

It was only then when I felt an electric spark shoot up my arm and down my spine. Our eyes immediately connected and for a moment, we were one. Did he feel that too? I asked myself, continuing to look into his eyes. Neither of us wanted to pull away. Suddenly, that perfect moment was interrupted as Harry groaned.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket with one hand to answer it while keeping the other hand intertwined with mine. I was hardly paying any attention to him as I just looked at our hands. It all just came as a shock to me. Harry and I were holding hands. My heart simply filled with joy. "Yeah, we'll be there." I heard him say into the receiver before hanging up. "Are you up for some bowling?" he asked.

I haven't bowled since the last time Harry was here. I smiled, "Sure. Why? So I can beat you again?"

"You are not going to let me forget that, are you?" he smirked.

"Nope, so who called?" I asked.

"Zayn. It was your sister who suggested that we should go bowling." he told me.

I nodded, "Let's go, shall we?"

Harry stood up, then helped me to my feet and took my hand as we walked back down the street to my house. I'd give up anything just to spend time with Harry. Just like the good old days.

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