My Crazy Heart ( Sequel to My Crazy Europe Adventure)

For Jamie Moyers, life is simple. Kind of. If you count out a famous father, a family scandal, a best friends death and a fandom that partly wants her dead. Other than that her life is simple. In college, having the time of her life with her two best friends, Jane and Collin. Plus, Thomas, the tall, beauty had captured her in ways she couldn't describe. One morning, a phone call brings her news that was too strange, too scary and definitely not right. She ends up in England, again. A place she'd never thought she'd be any time soon. What she finds is a new heartbreak and an unexplainable mystery from an old friend of whom she never thought she'd see again. As she stumbles through it all, her love grows for a certain British boy as her lust for hunky boyfriend turns into something more. A decision has to be made...

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7. I Set Fire to the Rain

Jamie's POV

"Ok," I lifted my purse up and over to my shoulder. I was still thinking about what Niall said. He wants everyone to know that Adalyn is his daughter, and I agree complete that he should take care of her, but apart of me wished that Adalyn could have a normal life. Once, everyone knows that Niall Horan from One Direction is her father, she won't get any private time to be a kid. She'd have my childhood; which involves mostly zero daddy- daughter time, cameras flashing, being on strict behavior and being under pressure a lot. "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning. We are meeting the security to discuss Desiree, right?"

"Yeah, but where are you going?" Harry asked abruptly. Eleanor and Louis had already left, while Zayn, Liam and Harry were all staying. Or, I guess they were staying, Harry was the only one awake.

"To check into a hotel." I shrugged. Harry looked so much more hotter than I remembered, and at the same time he looked like a complete sweetheart. His wickedly cool curls were unruly and his eyes shone brightly as he stared at me. His plain black T-shirt exposed some of his tattoos as it stretched over his biceps. He wasn't as tall or muscular as Thomas, but Harry was just the right amount.  "You know, a place you can sleep on a bed that 200 other people had for about $150 a night?" I smiled as I mentally tried to stop the run away thought train in my head that was currently chasing Harry. "Anyway, I'll be back tomorrow. Bye!"

I walked outside, and regretted it immediately. A paparazzi started snapping pictures of me and asking me a series of questions; Why was I here? I'm I dating Harry again? Who's hurt? Blah, blah, blah. I kept my feet going until she finally gave up. Just as I thought that I could be alone, it started to rain. It wasn't a light drizzle, it was like getting punched in the face over and over again by dime sized fists. I tugged my suitcase behind me as I raced down the sidewalk. As I searched for shelter, I could faintly hear footsteps pounding behind me

Ignoring the footsteps, I carried on. Until someone pulled my arm, pushing me under an umbrella he or she held in his or her hand. I was about to push away from my capturer, but stopped. It was Harry. His curls were dripping with rain water as he shook them out of his hair, drops flew everywhere, including my face.

"Thanks for that, pretty boy." I said without thinking. My old nickname for him slipped out like the rain on the umbrella. Trying to skim past the comment before he had time to react, I added: "What are you doing?"

"Well," He started loudly to be heard over the hard platter of rain. "The thing you said about the hotel being expensive and that 200 people sleep on the same bed, got me thinking that one, you don't have that much money to spend on hotels, and two, you don't like sharing beds with strangers. So, that being said,  would you like to stay at my flat? Just as friends." He quickly added with an uneasy smirk.

Staying at Harry's would be difficult for obvious reasons, and I knew I should decline nicely, but I didn't want to. After everything that happened today, I really wanted to just have fun, and Harry is the kind of person you could have fun with. Not to mention that, I missed him.

"Sure," I smiled. "That would be great."

.........

"Make yourself comfortable." Harry smiled as I walked through the door. It was still pouring like crazy outside as I entered, my head was soaked along with every other part of my body. I shivered as the cool air from inside hit my exposed skin. Harry was soaked too, but I think he looked even more sexier that way. If that's possible. "No! Wait." He stopped me from walking any farther than the door mat. "The floor can't get wet, or it will ruin it."

I raise my eyebrows and looked at the hardwood floor. It was squeaky clean without a scratch on it. Who knew Harry would care about something like this. "Um, Ok?" I pondered what to do next. "Then how are either of us going to get anywhere in here?"

He pinched his lips together with his teeth as he thought. He looked at me; I could see an idea forming in his head. A smirk played over his mouth. Without any warning he ripped his wet t-shirt over his head, then pulled his jeans down, leaving him in just boxers. Quickly, he opened the front door and threw the pieces of clothing outside as I stood there completely shocked. I tried so hard to keep a serious face on and to keep my eyes focused on only his face, nowhere else. Nowhere else,  just his face, with the eyes.... Damn it, I looked down. My breath caught in my throat; way too much sexy for me to handle. I mentally slapped myself, Stop it, you have a boyfriend.

"What are you doing?" I yelped.

"I-I-I'm n-n-not getting my f-f-f-floor w-wet." He shivered.  He pranced over the floors and around a corner as I stood there with my arms wrapped tightly around my body. The power to regenerate heat would be awesome right about now, or being able to weld fire.

"H-h-har-r-ry?" I glanced around the hallway. "You b-better not be l-l-leaving me here to freeze to death! When I'm a ghost I'm g-going to come b-back to haunt you! If you suddenly feel very c-c-cold on a hot summers day, I'm getting my revenge!" Harry came back with a dimply smirk.

"Jeez, over dramatic much?" He handed me a towel. He had a hoodie and pj pants on already. "Strip, I'll go make tea. There's some clothes in the bathroom for you." He disappeared, supposedly into the kitchen.

Slowly and unsure, I shook off my jacket, shoes and jeans. Lastly, I peeled my sopping Bon Jovi T-shirt away from my cold skin and over my head. I sighed as I opened the door, that was my favorite band shirt. I ran as goosebumps raced up and down my body, hoping I was going the right direction to the bathroom. I made it into a room when I slid on something wet. I landed on my butt and sat there for a second. I looked around the room, which wasn't the bathroom, it consisted of tile floors, countertops, a microwave, a refrigerator, and a Harry about to pour boiling water into a cup. His eyes went wide as he saw me there on the floor in my underwear, amusement clearly written across his face. His eyes sparked as he looked at me. The amusement fell away slightly as it was replaced with something else.

I blushed as I realized that he was turned on by me. My heart hammered in my chest like it was trying to reach Harry and join him. His eyes burned into mine as he stared. I wanted to so badly walk over and kiss him. I wanted to feel his lips against mine, run my fingers through his hair. I want to be with him. I wanted to listen to his stupid jokes again, stay up all night talking, and laugh like nothing is wrong. Argue with him, because he pushes back.

"Don't say anything." I said slowly as I stood up trying to cover myself up as best as I could. I scuttled out of there like it depended on my life.

I made it to the bathroom in one piece after that. As I pulled one of his t-shirts over my head, I thought about how he looked at me. That look still burned through me as I stared at myself in the mirror. I felt so happy and giddy. The heat between us was undeniable, and there wasn't a good enough reason of why we shouldn't be together. Except for Thomas.

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