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 ?


26. Death Has It's Own Claims

Jamie's POV

This is the last thing I expected. I don't know why I'm surprised. I mean, I of all people, should know that things happen. That not everything is forever, like not everything is black and white. As I washed my face with the cold water, I started crying again. Life isn't fair, it's cruel and horrible. Whoever says otherwise can go fuck themselves. It gives you everything, then rips it away.

I shut the facet off and looked in the mirror. My eyes were red and puffy. My skin was pale and hallow. I've lost so much weight, I didn't even recognize myself. My short dark hair was pulled into a bun. The black dye was wearing off, giving my hair a brownish green color. I looked ghastly. I finally understood why people gave me sad, sorry looks. Looking down at my dress, I smoothed out the soft, black fabric. I had to go out there. I needed to face it. I needed to face death, again. After blowing my nose, I took one last look my reflection. Unsatisfied, I inhaled and walked out to the waiting crowd.

I looked around the room. Everyone had cleared out while I was getting ready, I guess. I was grateful, I couldn't stand seeing them all at once, again. Anne sat there in the hard, hospital chair. Her eye's were also red and puffy as she looked at me. Giving me a tight smile, she got up and gave me a hug. "I told them to wait in the lobby. I thought you'd want some space before all of this."

She was so caring, so nice, even after Harry. She reminded me so much of my mother that I started crying again. As my grief shook me, she held me. "Thank you. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so, sorry."

"Sweetheart," Anne pulled away to look at me. Understanding written all over her face. "Harry is fine. Right now, you need to mourn your friend. You need to be there for Niall and her parents ok? Be strong and get through this".

Slowly I nodded as my tears dried on my face. I didn't bother wiping them away. "Hey." I looked over at the curly hair boy. Just five days ago, I received the greatest news in a while; he was awake. Then an hour later received the worst news; Desiree is dead. Harry lifted is hand up as a come here gesture. I was careful as I sat on the bed with him, he had tubes everywhere. He grimaced as he sat up straighter, spreading his arms wide for a hug. His green eyes were filled with sorrow as he pressed his lips together in a thin line. I welcomed his warm, loving embrace. He softly rubbed my back in circles as I listened to the steady beating off his heart. I should have felt somewhat awkward since his mother was there, but I just didn't care anymore. It was a little bit of heaven that I've needed for a while now.

"James." My brother said softly. He was wearing a black suit and tie. "We have to go. We have a plane to catch."

"I should go with you." Harry's face was filled with concern as I pulled away. Straightening my dress, I slowly shook my head. We've all been over this before. We weren't going to bring him along; he's still recovering and, for selfish reasons, we didn't want to have to worry about him the whole time.

"I would feel much, much better if I knew you were in this bed," I patted the lumpy, cardboard mattress. "watching this wonderfully boring TV show, with your mom. I think I speak for all of us when I say that." I could tell he wasn't happy about it, but I gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked out with Gray.

As I walked down the empty, white hallway, with my back straight and my head high, fighting the urge to scream for everything wrong with world, I knew that I should have brought him with me. I would need him more than I think. More than I'm willing to admit.



Hey, sorry I haven't posted in a while!! I've been super busy!! Will post more!!


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