Love Struck

Jordyn and Harry have been best friends forever. Jordyn has a huge crush on Harry, and Harry has a huge crush on her. But they dont know about each others feelings yet. But what Jordyn doesn't know is that one of her other best friends, Niall, and Harry, are going to end up fighting over her. But Jordyn doesn't like Niall in that way back. So when Niall and Harry both find out that they both like her, who will win her over? Harry, or Niall? An interesting, breath-stealing and have to read story!!


47. Jordyn's POV:

Jordyn's POV:

Having this decision put on me is like having to choose between either jumping off a cliff into hot lava or just laying in the middle of the road waiting to get run over. I can't choose between my friends on who I want to be with. It's not fair to any of us. No one should deserve this.

I do want to be with Harry again, but it's not fair to Niall. Niall shouldn't be able to suffer like that; seeing me and Harry hug or kiss each other, holding each other's hands, completely rubbing it in Niall's face.

But I also don't want to secretly date Harry, either. All of this started when we both started dating. Maybe I shouldn't date him. Maybe it's not a good idea.

But……I really, really want to.

What should I do? Should I talk to someone about it? Like my mom, or Grace? Or maybe even Louis? 

Yeah. Louis always listened to what I had to say. I could talk to him about anything, and he would never care how dumb or weird it was. He's my best friend. 

Well, besides the others.

But how would we be able to get along again? Niall and Harry fight over me. Harry hates me because I keep getting into fights with him. I keep hurting Niall. The only real friends I have right now are Louis and Grace.

I'm still happy about that, though. I'm sick of all this drama. The pressure's just eating me alive.

I laid in bed, trying to figure this whole thing out. It was about 3:00.

I miss Harry.

I jumped when I heard my phone go off. I snapped back into reality and got off of my bed. It's Harry calling me. What does he want? 

I decided to ignore it. I don't want to get involved. I've had enough of this, anyways. Should I call Louis? I kind of want to. Just to let it out a little bit, maybe. I opened my contact to Louis's, and I just stared at it, thinking if I should or not. 

I was about to press call when Harry called me again. I ignored it, followed by a voicemail.

"Jordyn, please answer me. I need to talk to you," he started crying. "I'm.…so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I miss you already. It's so hard for me to move on when I love someone so…dearly. Just…please talk to me. I can't stand not being with you. I love much."

I'm in tears myself. Only because I can't take it anymore. Why do I deserve to live if I've hurt so many people? So many times? They don't deserve me. No one deserves me. I'm such a…player. A jerk. A...oh, forget it. I'm everything no one wants.

I brought my knees up to my chest, wrapped my arms around them and buried my face in my thighs. And cried. No, I didn't just cry. I bawled. Why did I ever do this? It's all my fault. I've hurt so many people, and they hate me. 

I got up and stomped to my bathroom, wiping my tears from my face. I fished through the drawers, looking for it. 

After a while, I finally found it, and I quickly slit my wrist with it, blood immediately flowing out. I can't stop crying.


Harry's POV:

I'm really worried about Jordyn. She's not answering any of my calls. Or texts. I feel so bad for her all of the sudden. I never realized that she had a lot of pressure to deal with. She's probably bawling her eyes out right now, waiting for the right moment to come. I want to go back over to her house, just to hug her tight, just to make her feel better. Just to have her let it all out, to have her face buried in my chest. And maybe…influence her decision. 

Should I go to her house?

I called her, and it went straight to voicemail. I hung up, then called her again. And again. And again. Still no answer. What is she doing? I'm starting to freak out. 

When I called her again, I left a voicemail.

"Jordyn, please pick up. I'm really worried about you. I don't know what you're doing. Just please talk to me. I need to hear your voice."

i hung up, and waited for a while. Something must be really wrong.

I'm going to her house. Right now. Just to talk things over with her. I want to help her with all this pressure, if I can. I want to help her let some of it go.

I fast-walked (practically ran) to her house. What if she's bawling her eyes out right now? What if she's trying to kill herself? What if I walk in and I find her...dead?

I walked up to her porch. God, I'm nervous.

When I got up there, I took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. I waited a while. No answer.

"Jordyn, open the door. Please." 

Still no answer. I decided to just walk in, running up the stairs to her bedroom. I barged in the door, looking around for her. I didn't find her. 

"Jordyn?!" I yelled. I heard soft cries coming from the bathroom. I opened the door to find her crying on the floor. She looked up at me, her makeup all over her face from her tears. She had a razor in her hand, blood running down her right wrist.

"Jordyn! What are you doing?!" I took the razor from her hand, but she begged me to give it back. I shook my head.

"Why on earth would you cut yourself?!"

"Because I...there's so many people who bully me in life. I'm sick of it."

"No. I don't buy it."

"Ok, fine! The real reason is one deserves me. I've hurt so many people, including you. I understand that you hate me right now. Every body does. I'm everything no one wants. But I'm ok with that. Because I deserve it."

I shook my head. "No, you don't. So what, you make mistakes? I make mistakes. Your parents make mistakes. The whole world makes mistakes. You can fix them, you know." I grabbed her right hand, being careful not to touch the cuts. I kissed her cuts carefully, not looking away from her eyes.

"This is all my fault..."

"What is?"

"Not being there for you. I see how many times you needed me...and I've never been there. I've been a terrible boyfriend and it's all my fault."

I started softly crying, burying my face in my hands. She hugged me. Tight. I looked at her, seeing she was crying again, too. I wrapped my arms around her.

We both cried for a few minutes while I rubbed the back of her head slowly with my hand. I kissed the top of it, not taking my eyes off of her.

She looked at me. "Harry…why are you crying?"

"I don't know.…I'm just really overwhelmed."

She placed her hand on my cheek. "There's no need to cry. It's ok."

I wiped my eyes.

"It's just…I can't stand to see you hurt like this. You are my everything. I literally see things and think of you. You cutting yourself is like me cutting myself. It hurts me, and it's sickening."

"You shouldn't be so overwhelmed. It's not you, it's me."

"But it really does hurt me."

"I know it does."

"Just ease through the pain. If you do, that'll help me ease through the pain."

"I will try. But you have to help me."

"I already did.'re the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You're smart, you're pretty, you're nice, you're gorgeous, and you're a great friend." I brushed some of her hair behind her ear.

"I mean, whenever our eyes meet, I see the flashback from when we first met. You're like a memory box. You hold all of the greatest memories I've ever shared with you. But most of all, you keep my love safe and locked tight in your heart." I went on, speaking lowly.

"Whenever you hug me, I'm warmed just like that. My heart is warmed for a million miles. Just the thought of you could make me smile forever. Your smile, your eyes, your hair, your freckles, your magical kisses, your soft touch…every time you kiss me, I fall in love with you all over again. Whenever your lips are on my neck, or your hand is on my chest…it flutters my heart. I'll never stop loving you."

She looked down, then into my eyes again.

"Thanks, Harry. I really appreciated that."

I kissed her head.

"Oh, Harry..." she whispered.


"I love you." 

I stared at her. She hasn't said that in what feels like forever.

She leaned in. "Not anymore." She whispered against my lips, causing chills to run through my body.

We were now nose against nose. Wait, nose against cheek. I felt her breath against my mouth. I closed my eyes, waiting for her to kiss me.

Kiss me, Jordyn. Just kiss me slowly.

I took her hands and locked my fingers with hers.

She was just about to lay her lips on mine when her phone went off. Me and her both jumped.

"Um…sorry. Hang on a sec." She sneaked out of my grip and went to check her phone.

"Who…who is it?" I muttered.

"It was Niall. Just saying hi."

"Ok. Anyways…can we continue?" I whispered.


I leaned in closer, nose against nose.

She shut her mouth quickly, closing her eyes. 

"Don't let me go. Because I'm tired of feeling alone." I whispered against her lips, closing my eyes, leaning in closer. 

"I will never let you go. Never. You don't have to worry."

She leaned in slowly, connecting her lips with mine. She very, very slowly kissed me. I slowly kissed her back. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. We shared the most beautiful kiss. 

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