Gotta Be You

What happens after Jules and Harry get engaged? And what happens when Jules introduces her best friend, Carmen, to Niall? Will he break up with Demi for her or will they keep pretending that they weren't attracted to each other since the moment they met?

*Author Note:* Hey guys! So, this is the sequel to Operation Haylor, which you can find on my profile if you haven't read it. Unfortunately, Josh, the awesome guy who co-wrote Operation Haylor with me, isn't going to be writing any of Gotta Be You (unless he wants to do a bonus chapter or something, which has been discussed, so look out for it possibly).


14. Chapter 14

As I walked home, I was already missing the company of little Rose and Harry. I loved kids. And, obviously, I loved Harry.

Conveniently, as I walked into my living room, I found Misty laying on the couch. I scooped her up and carried her to my room.

As I laid down, she let me scoot her close and bury my face in her fur. "I miss him already. How about you, Misty?"

Obviously she didn't answer, because she's a cat. But having her there was a little better than nothing at all.

"Truly, Madly, Deeply I am-" One Direction sang from my phone.

I frantically scrambled to get it out of my pocket and sit up. "Hello?"

"Hey baby," Harry answered.

"Harry," I said serenely, smiling. I positioned my pillow behind my back and rested against the wall.

"Yes, it's me. Some one else better not be calling you baby," he joked, just a hint of protectiveness in his voice.

"Of course not," I assured him.

"Did you get-"

"Her name is Rose," I interrupted.

"Alright," he replied, sounding amused I knew what he was going to say. "Did you get her home?"

"Yeah, she only lived down the road. She pointed out her house to me. She said she was out looking for the tooth fairy," I informed him.

"Cute," he said. "We're getting ready to get on the plane."

"Okay, so I should let you go," I told him, clutching the phone tighter with both of my hands. "Probably. I love you babe."

"I love you more."

"No you don't," he promised me quietly. "Bye."

I sighed, laid back down, and pulled Misty to me again. I think I might have drifted to sleep once or twice as my silent, in-suppressible tears soaked into her fur.

**Carmen's Point of View**

I figured my first move should be to find Misty. I closed the door to Jules' house, dropped my backpack full of stuff I'd need to stay here on the floor, then started to make my way through the living room. I froze as I heard a sound in the kitchen; maybe a pot being set down.

That didn't make sense. Harry and Jules should be long gone. Could Misty be in the kitchen? No, how would she get into a cabinet to be clanging dishes? Unless there were some in the sink. That must be it. Or I was just hearing things.

I scanned the room for something I could use on the off chance (I hoped) there was a robber. There was absolutely nothing convenient to bring with me. Darn it. I supposed I could hit them with my backpack.

I tiptoed back to my bag, then through the living room, and down the hallway, ready to fight if need be.

I flattened myself against the wall by the doorway to the kitchen, pulling my bag to my chest. The sound of kitchenware clanging continued. Someone was definitely in there. I took a silent, deep breath, and sprang into the kitchen.

"Ah!" Jules screamed.

"Ah!" I yelled back. "Jules, what are you doing here?" She was clutching at her heart, standing by the stove, while pancakes sizzled in a pan. She was wearing blue plaid pajama pants that looked like they were Harry's-they were way too long even though she'd rolled up the waist-and a light blue camisole. "You're supposed to be in London," I stated.

Jules straightened and dropped her hand from her chest. "It's a long story," she started sadly, leaning an elbow on the island and propping her chin in her hand. I sat down on a bar stool across from her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jules," I told her when she'd related the story to me.

"Me too," she pouted. I stood and circled the counter to hug her. "I'm sorry I didn't call you," she said as we separated and she flipped the pancake on the stove. "I told myself its because I didn't know when you'd get up and I didn't want to wake you again, but I think it was really because I just wanted you to come over still. But I made us pancakes," she offered, smiling a little.

"I would have come over anyway," I stated. "I'll hangout for as long as you want. I'll stay the night, too."

"That would be fun. To have a sleepover," she clarified.

I was dying to ask if she heard anything about Niall, but I figured it wasn't a good time to ask.

"I think you should get ready and we should go shopping. We could use some retail therapy," I decided.

"Sounds fun. After our pancakes, though," she said.

"Of course," I agreed.

**Jules' Point of View**

Hours later, arms laden with bags, my cell phone started ringing as I was unlocking the front door.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, rushing to get the door open and drop my bags.

"Hello?" I asked after I'd ripped my phone out of my jeans pocket.

"Hello, love. How are you?" Harry asked.

"Good. Carmen and I just got back from doing some shopping. How about you? Did you guys just get there?" I asked, making my way to the couch and plopping down.

"Yeah. We're just in the car on our way to meet Simon. I'm glad you're having fun with Carmen," he told me. "How is she? Oh, Niall I saw your eyes light up," he stated.

"She's good, I think. You're good, right?" I asked Carmen who had joined me on the couch. "Uh, yeah," she said, glancing down at her hands in her lap.

"She says yeah, but I don't believe her," I told Harry, still watching Carmen. She looked back up at me.

"Mhm," Harry said.

"What did she say?" I heard Niall ask.

"I'm not going to tell you," Harry said defiantly. "Did you get anything good?" he asked me.

"Oh, you know, clothes," I told him.

"Oh, come on, Harry," Niall complained.

"Be quiet Niall," Harry said evenly. "You'll have to model them for me when I get home then," he told me mischievously.

"Woo!" I heard through the phone, along with whistling, "Harry"s, and other appreciative noises from the rowdy boys on the other end of the line.

"I should probably go, babe," Harry told me over the chaos. "These boys don't know how to behave themselves."

I laughed. "Okay. I love you."

"Love you too. Bye."

I shoved my phone in my phone back in my pocket. "Carmen?" I asked.


"You're not okay," I stated.

"Not really, but I didn't want to say anything because you're sad Harry went to London without you."

"Carmen," I told her, grabbing her hands in mine, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, okay? Harry will be back tomorrow and he's been calling me and I have you in the meantime," I said, smiling. "I'm disappointed, but I'm fine. Now talk to me," I commanded.

"It's Niall," she stated. "And just the whole situation. And he hasn't called or anything, and I'm just upset about it," she told me. "Have you heard anything from him?"

"Harry visited him yesterday," I told her hesitantly. "They talked. I'm not sure what I can tell you, though," I admitted. "But on the phone just now? He wanted to know how you were. So that's a good sign, right?"

"Yeah, I guess," Carmen agreed. "We'll figure this out, Carmen. I promise. Now be happy," I encouraged. "What should we do now? I'm hungry. How about you? Let's get something to eat and have some kind of marathon. What do you think?"

"Sure," she agreed, finally smiling. "Let's do it."

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