My Crazy Europe Adventure( with Harry Styles)

After being hurt so many times, college student, Jamie Moyers learned to take control of her life and not let anyone get in her way. She has a plan, college, see the world, write best-selling books, enjoy her freedom, then maybe marriage. As she is traveling around Europe with her best friend, Desiree, she comes across fun-loving Harry Styles. Her behavior and personality sends Harry hurdling down the love tunnel, but Jamie is keeping him at arms lenght even though she too is falling in love with "Pretty Boy". Plus, it doesn't get any easier to hide it when he travels with them. As she starts to let him in, she is torn away from him by her past. She is forced to go into hiding as a crazy murder follows closely waiting for a moment to strike. Harry fights his way to find her as he juggles his fast moving career. Will they make it out in the end? Or will their relationship end ?


31. Breakfast Dinner

Jamie's POV

He loves me? Is he crazy? He was shot, he wasn't thinking right, right? Of course not! He's probably just a little out of it because of his pills. That's it. I mean come on we haven't even kissed, yet! I mean on the cheek a few times, but that doesn't count. It's like what you would do to your mom or grandmother, not your girlfriend.

Oh, god. We aren't even dating. Are we? No we aren't, he hasn't asked me, I haven't asked him. But he did take a bullet for me, so are we dating? I care about him, and he obviously feels the same, but is it right?

The kitchen door opening disrupted me from my rant. I turned to see my dad. He hasn't changed a bit; his long blonde hair was in a ponytail at his neck, gray sections trying to blend in with the rest of his mane. He wore a buttoned down pressed shirt and suit pants, his blazer hanging over his arm. Obviously coming home from a some kind of sophisticated party. He looked shocked to see me, his facial features softened from it's normal stone look. His forever color-changing eyes, the same as mine, were a soft blue with a gray tint. He slowly sat his key's and jacket and walked towards me.

"Where are your friends?" His voice was cautious, like I would break if he said something wrong.

"They are in the guest rooms, making themselves comfortable." I looked down at the tile floor. I was mad at him, but apart of me didn't want to fight anymore. "Thank you, for letting them stay."

"Anytime." He sighed then came and wrapped me up in a big bear hug, pinning my arms to my sides. "I didn't think you were coming. I missed you, so much." He backed up and looked me up and down. "You need to eat."

"Luckily for me I came prepared." I pulled open the refrigerator, showing off the shelves full of food.


"So, what's been going on in your college life?" Dad said between bites of waffle. He decided that we'd have breakfast for dinner like the old days. Except, we were eating off of plastic plates and forks and everyone was here; Zayn, Liam, Louis, El and Kitty. Niall was already asleep when I went to get him. Thinking that it'd be better if he could rest, I left him alone.

"Oh, you know. Study, work, study, work, study, work, repeat." I dipped my chocolate chip waffle in the warm syrup.

"You aren't partying or anything?" He looked surprised. I just shrugged. "You should. I'm not saying to go do drugs and hook up with a whole bunch of guys, especially given your history, but it's college, and you're young. Live a little."

"I got drunk, what three times in high school, and you're going to hold it to me for the rest of my life. Aren't you?" I asked. He just shrugged. "I go out, but I have to work." I mindlessly moved my syrup around my plate. "I need to pay for college."

"I'll pay for it." I shot my dad a glare. He was starting a fight he knew he wouldn't win.

"I'm fine. It's not much. I have scholarships and grants, plus the money mom put aside for me." I scrambled for an escape. This was an ongoing argument; he wanted to pay his way into my trust, and I wanted to make it in this world on my own. I'm still wondering how he got me to agree to going to Europe with his money. Fortunately, Eleanor spoke up.

"I love the song 'Just Being You'." She smiled as she brought up my father's old song. "Who wrote that?"

My dad laughed; the same laugh he always had whenever he talked about his glory days. "Nick wrote that. That's how he proposed to his wife. To this day, they are as happy as they were that day."

Just like that, the conversation turned and I was left with my own thoughts. Harry saying he loved me kept circling around in my head. I didn't know how to feel, or how I felt, but the one thing I knew was that I care about him, and I have feelings for him. I just don't know how strong they are.

Dinner was soon over and since there weren't anymore dishes, everyone retired to bed. Everyone, but me. I scrambled around the kitchen for something to drink.

"Too hyper to sleep?" I jumped at the sound of my dad's voice. I turned to see the smirk on his face. "You used to get really hyper after you had chocolate chip waffles on breakfast dinner nights. So, after everyone went to bed you would come here to your secret," He walked over to the corner cabinet and turned the lazy Suzan. He pulled out a tin box. "tea stash."

"Well, obviously it isn't a secret." I took the box out from his hands. I had completely forgotten about that. "Do you want one?"

"Do you have anything good in there?"

"Chocolate strawberry tea." I looked at him, raising my eyebrow, knowing full well that he hates chocolate anything. He made a degusted face that clearly said 'no'. I sat the kettle on the burner and waited. Meanwhile my dad sat down on the bar stool, and I so badly wanted to have those daddy, daughter talks we used to have, right in those stools. I wanted my dad back.

"Is it about Desiree?"

I sighed. "I don't really think it sunk in that she's gone. I mean, I've gone through the emotions, but now I just feel like, it was a horrible dream, and I'm just freaked out."

"That's natural. Everyone goes through the state of denial." Of course, he's trying to calm me with logic.

"But the thing is, I don't know how to explain it, but she's not dead." He gave me a skeptical look. I could see his mind trying to find an answer to my wacky confession. After he opened and closed his mouth for the five- hundredth time, I changed the subject.

"Actually, I'm having boy problems."

My dad leaned forward, grateful for the turn of conversation, resting his elbows on the counter. "Henry's not hurt you is he?"

"Harry," I sighed as I poured the boiling water into my Monster's Inc. tea cup, and sat in the bar stool next to him. "and no. He said he loved me."

"and you don't know how you feel." He finished for me. "Well, do you have feelings for the boy?"

"Well, yeah. I care about him a lot, and there is something there, but I just don't know." I closed my eyes. "I don't know if it's worth it all."

"You never know if something is worth it." Dad smiled. "Not until you do it."


"Do you love Harry?"

"Yes, bu-"

"Then there's your answer." There he goes, always trying to have the final say. I ground my teeth together, how can anyone stand that? He doesn't understand all of the complications.

"If I say that I love him, he's going to expect me to stay." I said what had been eating at me all night. It sounded horrible; he is in the hospital because of me. His career just took a step back because of me.

"What's wrong with that?" He didn't see it. Mom would, she made this decision once before, but did she make the right one?

"I would be giving up a lot. I can't have a normal relationship, I can't go out in public without at least one person recognizing me. Everyone will have a opinion, or will know everything about our fights, or our situation. God, it's already going to be hard enough with  the long distance thing. I'm still in college, I have three more years. He has his big, wonderful career, doing something he loves, and trying to juggle me with that? That's not going to end well, at all." I sighed. "I'll be studying one night at the library, when my phone will blow up with pictures of Harry and another girl." I wiped the tears out of my eyes. It hurt to even think about it. He isn't that kind of guy, but it always happens. Someone in the relationship isn't always satisfied and mentally starts to look for a new companion. It may not be Harry, it could be me. Harry could be the one getting the pictures of me with another guy. I don't want that ending for us.

"Honey," My dad wrapped his arms around me and for the first time in ages I hugged him back. "Who say's it's going to end that way?"



If you would like to be Niall's girlfriend, but you're worried I'm gonna kill you off. Don't be. I'm nice(-ish), You'll live, I promise!!

Also, I forgot to add this in the last chapter( s?), but Grayson was really mad about the whole bitch-slap he got and left right after the plane landed. I thought I wrote that, but obviously not. Sorry!!

Anyways!! Three more chapter's to go.... Are you ready??

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