She DOESN'T talk

Jessica is a normal 18 years old girl. Normal? Not really, she's different, she got in a lot of trouble in her life, so she isn't like the other girls. She doesn't talk, she doesn't want to. When she gets to know 5 boys, she likes them. If they like her too, she's in trouble.
*Cover by CorkyPorky*


11. Drunk Version

"Ugh... It's three in the morning! God, why did I sleep that early?" I whined, looking at the ceiling. "And why was that a dream? It was perfect! It said everything I needed to know!"

"Jessica?" His tired voice called. I looked around and saw Harry getting in the room. "You're aw-wake?" He stuttered. Wait, was he crying? I nodded. "Oh, y-you fell as-sleep in the c-c-ar..."

"Harry, are you ok? You seem a bit... Off. Where were you?" I asked him. He laid on his bed, ignoring my question. "Where were you?!" I repeated.

"In the cl-club. Why?" He told me. Club? He's never been to a club since I met him.

"Well, apparently you were too busy to wake me up and inform me." I said. "Anyways, sleep. You're tired. And maybe drunk. I mean you're drunk. Go to sleep." I ordered him. I picked an outfit from my bag and walked in the bathroom. I took a quick shower, hoping that I didn't disturb anyone, and got dressed. I dried my hair and pulled it in a ponytail, and got out of the bathroom. I found Harry sleeping, so I took my phone and made my way towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked me. I looked at him, he wasn't in bed, he was standing there, awkwardly in his jeans and shirt. "Yes, I'm aw-wake." He stuttered.

"Having a walk. I woke up and I can't get back to sleep. You're not going anywhere until you sober up." I said and left.


I walked in the park, it was still dark and cold but I was okay. I took my phone to check the time, it was almost five. So I stayed here an hour. The first concert is tonight, and I'll be there supporting the guys. I just don't know how they're gonna work if they're drunk. Wait a second, maybe they're not, only Harry is. I'll see. I walked near a small fountain and saw names, written all over the wall. There was names of couples, normal people and famous people. The names weren't only Italian, but there was names from different countries too. I sat on a bench and read most of these names at loud. The daylight came, so I checked the time on my phone, it was ten past six. I read all these names in an hour? Wow.

I made my way to the hotel, got in and to the elevator. Sadly, Cassandra was in the elevator too, and of course, she was rude. Well, she always is. "Hey! Oh I forgot, you can't talk but I can. Well look, if you don't leave my boys alone, you're gonna be in so much trouble. And about that, tell Harry that I love how he kissed me yesterday at the club. And tell him that I'll be ready for our date. Again, I forgot that you can't talk. Well text him. Or do whatever. He just needs to know." She spat. By now the elevator stopped at my floor, so I got out quickly so I won't hear more of her crap. So that explains it! Harry was at the club with Cassandra and he asked her out on a date. Oh.

I stepped in the room and closed the door, not knowing what to do. At least in my dream, we were going to the pool, then to the concert, but now... My phone rang, I took it out of my pocket, checked the ID caller and answered.

"Hello?" "Jessica! Good morning. You woke up earlier, didn't you?" "Yes, I did. Patricia, did anyone go to the club, yesterday?" "I don't think so. But Harry said he'll go out for a walk. I guess he didn't. Well anyways, what are you up to?" "I don't know. Maybe we can go to the park, I've been there this morning and I saw something beautiful." "Really? Good! We can go there, Niall's awake and we're both ready. See if the others wanna join us?" "Okay. But Harry can't come. Ahh, I feel like his mother right now! He's drunk and... Wait. He's not in bed. He was there just when I walked in! UGH!" "Jess, calm down. He's probably in the bathroom. Anyways, I'll see if the others are awake. Bye!" "Bye."

The bathroom's door was open but Harry wasn't there. Where could he be? Probably hiding in the closet. I checked the closet and he wasn't there. Under the bed? Maybe. I checked under his bed, and mine but he wasn't there. I sighed and sat on my bed. "Where is he?" I whispered to myself. A hand rested on my shoulder, causing me to look. "Harry! Where were you?"

"Calm down. I wanted to scare you, and I did." He said, turning and sitting on a chair.

"You're drunk."

"What's wrong with you? Since I came back you only say that! I was drunk but I'm sober, okay, understand that!" He shouted.

"Do you really want to know what's wrong with me?" I asked, he nodded quickly. "You are." He turned around to face me, with a strange look. "Ever since Patricia told you that I can talk, I had to trust you. I trusted you and thought that you can be my friends, but only they are. Sometimes you say that you don't care about the other girls and sometimes you don't care that you're one of my only friends!" I said. "I guess I shouldn't have trusted you from the beginning." He rolled his eyes. "Fine! I'm leaving with the others. Join your little girlfriend." I said, getting up.

"What?" He asked. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"Oh really?" I said sarcastically. "Cassandra? Doesn't that ring a bell? Speaking of her, she said that she enjoyed your kiss yesterday and that she'll be ready for your date."

"Date? God! I'm not going. I was drunk, so I might have said something that I didn't mean. Wait what? Cassandra? I didn't talk to her. I was at the club, and I wasn't alone. I made sure that I wasn't gonna dance with anyone or anything. She did ask me to dance with her but I was leaving so I didn't."

"You seriously think I'm gonna believe that?" I asked.

"Ask Liam. He came with me and he didn't drink." He told me.

"Fine, I'll ask him today. I'm leaving cause I'm late." I said, making my way to the door. He held my wrist to stop me.

"I'm coming." I groaned but nodded.

We left the room and made our way out of the hotel, without talking. Not only because I can't talk in public, but I didn't want to talk to him. We met Niall and Patricia outside, and I think they waited a bit too much.

 "Where on earth were you two? We've been waiting here for about an hour!" Niall exclaimed. I sighed and looked at Harry, then rolled my eyes. He was still drunk, well a bit, and he probably didn't get any sleep. We walked away of the hotel, I couldn't stop glaring at Harry.

 "Hey it's not my fault!" He protested. "You were the one who started it!"

"Stop being childish, I was gonna be here in time if you didn't stop arguing!" I exclaimed.

"Did you two fight?" Patty asked us. I looked at her, nodded then turned to face him. "Okay, why?"

"He was drunk."

"I was, now I'm not!" Harry shouted, causing a few people to look at him.

"What about Cassandra?" I asked, pretty annoyed.

"Cassandra?" Niall asked, probably not understanding what was going on.

"He asked her out." I explained casually.

"Wha- ok fine! I did." Harry finally said.

"So you even lied to me? Look, you know what, screw you. I really thought I could trust you, I even told you a secret no one knows about, but here you are, dating my worst nightmare. Remember when you said "I'm so sorry, I didn't know what she did" ? Well look at you now, you're dating her. You probably even told her that I can talk. I really wish I haven't met you..." I whispered at the end. I looked away, not regretting what I said.

"Harry, she didn't mean tha-" Patricia told him, but I cut her off.

"Yes, I did! I meant everything I said." I told them. "Now let's go..." I said, walking towards the park. The wall was just a few meters away. I walked towards it. "Here we are."

"Wow." Patty said.

"It's breathtaking." Niall said, staring at the beautiful writing.

"I know... Wish I could write my name on it." I said.

"Why don't you? You can." Harry told me, hugging me from behind. I could feel his warm breath on my skin, not helping me when I'm mad at him.

"Because I'm single, and I'm supposed to write someone else's name, someone that I love." I explained. I used all my strength to get away from his grip, although I liked it. It just wasn't right. He's dating Cassandra. "Why don't you write your name, and Cassandra's?" I asked him, still not over the fact that they're dating. He let go of me, so I stepped away. He didn't answer.

"I'll write mine and Patricia's..." Niall said, taking out a pen from his pocket.

"Do you usually have a pen in your pocket?" I asked him. He nodded and wrote on the wall. I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Can we talk?" Harry asked, in same position as before. I didn't want to, but the way he's acting is just forcing me to accept. I nodded, so we both walked away from Patricia and Niall.

"So... What do you want?" I asked, acting like nothing had happened earlier.

"I'm sorry." He apologized. "I didn't know you'd be mad, I mean, I thought you'd support me. You know, like friends."

"I would support all your decisions and choices, but not when it comes to my bullies. Not when it comes to Cassandra or Zoey. Do you remember what you said when I told you my secret? You promised that you'd protect me, be there for me. That you'd never let me go. But well... Things change." I said, looking straight to his eyes.

"I know... I just... I'm sorry. I wish I could make it up to you, but I can't." He said, staring at the ground.

"Yeah, right. You know what, what you said was the most selfish thing I've ever heard." I said, and turned away but to stop me, he put his hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him. God, he knows that this is some sort of weakness...

"Are you sure about that? Cause the most selfish thing ever is not to admit that you're beautiful." He flirted, still hugging me from behind. My cheeks got warmer, as I didn't want to blush. "No really, you are beautiful." I found an excuse for all of this.

"Harry, are you sober?"

"Yeah. And it's true. You know, if I were you, I'd be confident, I'd tell everyone that I can talk." He said, kissing my hair. This moment was perfect.

"If I were you, I'd never let someone use me." I told him. He spun me around to face him, our faces were so close to each other that if he leaned in a bit more, we'd be kissing. He closed his eyes and was about to lean in but I walked away quickly.

"What the hell?!" He yelled, after realizing that he didn't kiss me.

"I'm sorry, but you're in a relationship with someone else. I wish I could make it up to you, but I can't." I mocked him.

"Why do you enjoy playing with my feelings?!" He asked, angry.

"Why have you been acting weird and flirty since this morning? You flirt with me, you hug me from behind, you put your hands around my waist... You almost kissed me. You're not supposed to do that when you're dating someone."

"Because I like you."

"And you love her." I finished his sentence. "Now you wanna know why do I enjoy playing with your feelings?" He nodded. "Because that's what you're doing to me." I said and walked away to join Patricia and Niall.

"Wait!" He called from behind but I didn't listen. Suddenly he turned me around. He kissed me. Everything seemed to stop for a while. Everything seemed to be perfect, it felt like we were alone on the planet. Everything felt right. I remembered everything and pushed him away.

"I'm sorry..." I said and ran away. That's wasn't right, he's dating Cassandra. He loves her, not me. I saw Niall and Patty so I ran towards them and hugged Niall. "He kissed me."

"What? Why? Isn't he dating her?" Patricia said, pointing at a blonde girl, Cassandra. She was arguing with Harry, then she started crying. She looked human. She had feelings. I actually felt sorry for her.

"He's been flirting with me and he did things only couples do, then he was about to kiss me but we had a little fight. I walked away but he stopped me and kissed me." I explained. Cassandra walked away, crying and Harry came towards us.

"Why the hell did you do that?!" Niall asked, angrily.

"I'm Harry Styles. I don't get rejected. And when I want something, I get it." He smirked. "And did you mean about the breakup or about Jessica? Actually, I meant both."

"So you were just, playing with her feelings?" Patricia asked him. He nodded proudly, still smirking.

"I hate you." I told him.

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