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 ?


27. Questions

Jamie's POV

On the plane the silence was pressing down on all of us. All seven of us in dark clothing. Four of us awkwardly trying to be polite. Two of us knowing the true loss. Only one truly grieving was me. Liam, Zayn, Louis, Eleanor, Gray and I were all sitting together. Niall chose to be alone in the bathroom. I didn't blame him, I wanted to be in that bathroom too. Gray got up to get another drink when Eleanor spoke.

"I didn't know her that well," She started, her eyes were locked with mine. "but we hung out a couple of times. She was really nice, and funny. I'm so sorry."

I smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you."

"I know this is a bad time to ask this," Zayn spoke softly. "But what exactly happened that night in Greece." Liam shot him a glare.

I was relieved. It's strange, but this was a less touchy subject. Clearing my throat I looked over at him.  "What do you want to know?"

He thought for a moment. "Why did Ju-, the lady, want to hurt you?"

"My uncle hired her." Grayson sat back down and made a noise in the back of his throat. "Our Uncle. Though, I don't know all of the details. He obviously wanted his brother, our dad, to suffer, but why I don't know."  I lied. I had an idea why.

He nodded. Before he could speak again, Liam had a question. "How did you make it out alive?"

Trying to be involved in the conversation, Gray scoffed. "Hardly."

I ignored him. He was always doing this. "Umm, well. I, just fought."

"She was shot two times." Grayson stated. "One in the stomach, and the other in the leg. The leg one just skimmed her thigh."

"Two?" Louis looked amazed. I looked down at my hand in my lap, feeling self conscious. I nodded. Grayson didn't help.

"Yup!" He gave a wide smile. "Growing up with me helped her. I used to tell Mom that but she just yelled at me and 'one of these days she's gonna kick your ass.' I haven't seen that yet. I mean have you seen these? Not a chance." He held his arms up, flexing his bicep.

He's trying to brag about himself, and not to mention reminding everybody that I hurt somebody so bad it killed them. Even though I came down to me or her, it still sickened me. Anger built up in me as I looked at him, with that smug smile plastered on his face. The emotions were spilling over as my hand lifted and made contact to his cheek. A cracking sound traveled down the plane and back. Everyone was shocked, their faces frozen. Including Grayson. My teeth grated together as I gave him a fake smile. "There you go, Mom was right. I can kick your ass." I got up and walked to the bathroom. "You selfish, jackass."

It was locked when I got there. Sighing, I walked away and sat in an empty chair. I couldn't wait to land and get as far away from Grayson as possible. Desiree would be throwing a party right about now; celebrating the bruise that's forming on Grayson's cheek. Someone sat down on my right.

"I'm glad you slapped him." Eleanor said, smiling. "I don't know him very well, but it seemed like he had it coming."

"Oh, you are so lucky." I turned to her and smiled. "I was just thinking about how Desiree would be bursting with joy right now. God, she hated him."

"How long have you been friends?" She asked tenderly.

"Would have been 18 years last March." I smiled thinking of all of the memories. "We grew up together. Her mom and my mom were college friends that never separated. So, of course Des and I spent every minute of our childhood together. She is like a sister to me."

"Why did you say is?"

"Because," I smiled. "Though the body dies, the memory and the sprit of a person doesn't die. She will always be here, with the people who don't forget. Just like my mom, and everyone else. I guess that's the reason I'm not as sad, because she is still in my heart. I just cry because she never had a chance to get  married or have children. She wanted four to six." I laughed. "Or to grow old and live her dreams. She died too young." I looked at Eleanor through the tears building up. Her face was very understanding, and concerned.

"I've never thought about it that way before."

"Neither have I." I smiled and patted her hand.

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