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 ?


22. Living For

Jamie's POV

Wincing, I pushed myself up on my hands. The moon shone through the kitchen window, but everything else was dark and quiet. I dragged my body up to stand, holding my abdomen, trying to stop the pain. Warm blood trickled down my hand and down my back, dropping to the white floor. I fell back to the hard ground to my knees. I sucked in a sharp breath, clamping my jaw shut. The pain was unbearable, blackness crept into my vision, but I had to get help.

I slowly crawled into the kitchen, trying to remember what I did with my phone. It's by the microwave; I brought it with me to get popcorn. I breathed a sigh of relief. Reaching the counter, I moved my hand across the surface, finding nothing. My eyes went wide as I tried to calm my heart. How am I supposed to get help, now? Maybe Uncle has a home phone.

I could feel my head clouding up. Fighting the urge to curl up and die, I pulled myself up. Hanging on to the walls as I searched. Leaving red, smudged hand prints on perfectly white walls. My eyes stung from the tears burning to be released. Reaching the living room, I let the tears go. My legs wobbled and collapsed under me. As I landed on my stomach, a scream ripped from my mouth. Agonizing blasts of pain ran through my body as I vomited all over the floor.

Gasping, I rolled to my back. ready to just die right there, to be done with this. What was the point anyway? What was the point of living if there was only one ending? Death will ultimately take us all at the end. Why suffer in this cruel world where everything ends, and hurts you? When no matter how hard you work to be the best you are, there's always that one person pushing you down. Why go through that? When the people you would take a bullet for, don't care? Why should any of us hurt? I have no control over what my future brings, what if it only brings more pain? What if I only lose more, like Kat? Or Grayson? Or Dad? Or Harry? Or me?

I thought about how Mom's death hurt Kathryn, Gray, and Dad. Would my death push Dad over the edge? Who would take care of Kat if Dad couldn't do anything anymore? Grayson would, but he's not exactly parental. She'd be alone, without anybody. I couldn't do that to her.

A groan came from the other side of the table. I turned to see Harry laying there. Blood pooled by his head. I can't give up, if I do, I would be taking Harry down with me. I couldn't let the guy I love die, because I gave up.

I whimpered as I pulled myself  to him. He was out cold, but still breathing. His shoulder was drenched in blood. While putting as much pressure as I could on his wound, I searched his pockets for his phone. Once I found it, I dialed 112. After giving the lady all the information, I laid down next to Harry.

"We'll be fine." I told my self a million times, but still didn't believe it. Slowly, my eyes closed. I welcomed the sleep taking over me. "You'll be fine."


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