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*


10. Friendly Date

Jessica's POV

"So... What are we doing tomorrow?" I asked excitedly while we were still in the car.

"We can't decide. Tomorrow everyone has to go to the pool. But at night we have the concert so we'll be free." Louis said. Zayn's eyes suddenly got wider and his skin got paler, as if he saw a ghost.

"Pool? I'm not going." He said while everyone laughed, except me, since I didn't really know the reason. "I hate water!" He whined, and that's when I laughed.

"Don't worry Zayn. I can't really swim. I just won't drown..." I laughed. He looked at me and smiled.

"It's 7:30. You still have time to do what you want. I asked Mrs. Benson if you can go back to the hotel late and she said yes, so you can go back till 11. Okay?" Paul told us. We all nodded.

"Um Jessica... I was wondering if we could uh... eat somewhere... You know, as friends." Harry said slowly. It was kinda cute.

"Yeah, sure. Where are we going?" I asked him. I knew it was some type friendly thing, like a friendly date or something. The car suddenly stopped, but I'm sure we weren't there yet.

"We're going to an Italian restaurant. Come on, we're there." He said, holding my hand. He opened the door, got out of the car and pulled me out. "Bye guys!" He said before closing the door. The car drove away, while I watch it disappear. "Come on Jess! Let's go!" Harry told me. We both walked to an Italian restaurant.

"How many tables would you like?" The Italian lady asked us. Maybe she did realise we were strangers, that's why she talked in English, but I have to admit her accent is weird.

"Oh one. For two people." Harry said,she led us to a table for two. We sat down, and the lady left us with the menus. This place was a bit cliché, in my opinion.

"So did you decide?" Harry asked me. I took a look at the menu and decided. I nodded.

"I'm taking a vegetarian pizza and a coke. You?" I asked him. He was about to reply but a waiter came to us and interrupted.

"May I take your orders, beautiful?" The American, he had an American accent, waiter asked me. It was annoying, since I was in front of Harry (he could've guessed that this was some kind of date) and he tried to act like British people like us.

"I'm taking a vegetarian pizza and a coke, and Harry?"

"I'll take a margarita pizza and a coke too."  Harry fake smiled, causing me to chuckle. The waiter left to bring our orders, so basically we talked. "So... how's life?" Harry asked me.

"It's good. How about you're famous one?" I asked him. There really was nothing to say since he was with me practically everyday since we met.

"It's good, I just... There are things I can't do." He sighted, making me curious.

"Like what?" I asked him.

"Like dating someone I love." He blushed. He was probably thinking of his crush. That's when hit me.

"Cassandra?" I asked. He might have fallen for her. I mean, she has long and curly brown hair and blue eyes. She looks beautiful from the outside, but when you really know her, she's not. She just acts sweet in front of guys.

"What? No! No, no, not her. It's not Zoey either. I'll tell you when we get out of here." And these words just made me more curious and impatient.


"Will you tell me now?" I whined. I really wanted to know who he liked and since now we've left restaurant, he must tell me.

"Tell you what?" He said, teasing me. I rolled my eyes and sighted loudly. "You mean my crush?" He asked, causing me to nod quickly. "I really, really like her."

"Harold Edward Styles! C'mon!" I whined, using his full name.

"Fine." He stopped walking and looked at me. "Well, it's you." I couldn't believe him. I was unsure, I mean, am I dreaming? Or daydreaming?


"I like you. I mean, I love you." He told me, seriously.

"I... I like you too..." I stuttered. A smile spread on his face, then he leaned in. "But." He didn't move, letting me continue. "I never had my first kiss, so... I don't know if it's really the right timing. Plus, the paparazzi's can see us and..." I tried to talk but then he shushed me.

"I understand. Maybe... I can do something else." He said. I blinked, not really understanding what he meant. He looked at me, straight in the eyes.  "Would you be my girlfriend?" He asked. I smiled and nodded.

"I would love too." I said truthfully, knowing that I would get hate, but it's worth it. We kept on walking, but then Harry said something.

"You know, I was going to kill the waiter. He never stopped to flirt with you." I laughed and hugged him tightly, then I pulled away, smirking. "What?"

"I think now you can be my first kiss." I told him. He leaned in, so I did the same. His lips were about to touch mine but of course we got interrupted.


My eyes fluttered open, letting me realize that it was just a dream. Wait, where am I? I found myself in the hotel room. Apparently, someone brought me here. I think I fell asleep in the car. So that was just a dream... Ugh, I wish it was real. But I guess we never get what we want.



Hey guys! I'm back. Pffft, nobody cares anyway. I'm sorry for the late update and I know this chapter was short. I hope none of you will kill me about what happened in the story.

So it's been a month, again, I'm sorry. I was just too lazy to update. But I thought of the story and of what will happen later. I also wrote a new story. And I started a Cover Store. Oh, speaking of covers, I'd like to thank CorkyPorky for making it. She's amazing!

By the way,


Hana xx

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