Counting Stars

Juliet struggles to deal with an identity crisis brought about by her past. The boys of One Direction set out to help her discover who she really is and who she should be known as. The entire time she has known them she has kept her past a secret from 4/5 of them. When she receives a call she finally gains the courage to tell another one of the boys. Then slowly one by one they all are told. Some feel betrayed and the others understand why she kept it from them.

Is she Julia Martin?
Juliet Summers?
Or does she go by Olivia Jackson for the rest of her life?
Each name has some painful memories behind it.

While doing this does her feelings for one of the boys create more problems that it solves?

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5. This Is Harry

I woke up to a person shaking me. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I blinked trying to recognise my surroundings. I saw Jessica still sleeping on the hospital bed making me remember last night. I smiled at the thought of our conversations. It often went to the topic of my love life, which I shot down as inexistent. I looked to my left to see a nurse there. She must have been the one shaking me awake. She held out my phone in her palm.

“This has been ringing nonstop for the last 2 hours you might want to answer it.” She said before handing it over to me and leaving. I looked at it and saw about 20 missed calls from all of the boys and 60 from Jasper. I decided to call Jasper back first and I just told him that next time I saw him I would explain everything but for now he just needs to trust me. I then called Niall since he was the one I was going to be staying with the next week or two depending on how long Jasper and Nick take with their romantic holiday.

“Oh thank god! Where are you?” He sounded so worried and so tired.

“I’m sorry. I’m at the hospital.”

“You’re where!” He shouted down the phone.

“I’m fine don’t worry. It’s an incredibly long story. I thought Sean would have told you where I went.” I said confused.

“Sean isn’t back either, we’ve been trying to call him too. Are you sure you are all right? Harry came looking for you last night for you know but you weren’t here and then after getting no answer we all began to worry.” Niall explained to me.

“I’m perfectly fine. Could you have Harry call me?” I asked him.

“You can speak to him now.” He said before handing the phone over to Harry I guess.

 

“Why are you at the hospital are you okay?” Harry asked me.

“I’m fine… Could you maybe come pick me up? You’d be the only one to understand… It’s about Jessica.” I said to him before looking over to my mother. It’s still a bit weird saying mother when talking about Jessica.

“Which hospital; I’ll come straight away.” Harry asked. So I told him the name and the room number before hanging up. A half-hour of watching my mother sleeping as I held her hand and cried went by so quickly before there was a knock on the door. I answered it to see a sleepy Harry standing in the doorway. I looked to the left where I saw Sean sleeping soundly in the chair. Gosh he should have just gone home last night.

 

Harry must have noticed the tears as he pulled me into a tight hug, stroking my hair.

“What happened?” He asked me once we were in the room with the door shut. I looked to my mothers sleeping body and shook my head of the thoughts of her dying.

“She’s dying…” I whispered to him.

“I thought you wanted nothing to do with her?” He asked me with concern.

“I did… But that was because she abandoned me. Now I understand why she did that. I look too much like my father and she couldn’t handle it.” I sighed at the end before sitting down in a chair in the corner of the room. Harry sat down next to me and placed his hand on my knee as he rubbed circles on it.

“I don’t think you look anything like him.” Harry said to me trying to comfort me.

He isn’t my dad Harry. My mum was married to my father, Paul, 2 years before I was born. When I was 6 months old that was when Rob kidnapped my mother and I as well as killing Paul.” I said letting a tear glide down my cheek.

“Well at least now know you aren’t related to that creep.” Harry said with a little smile.

 

“Yeah I guess so.” I returned the smile.

“You should really be telling Niall all this. He can comfort you like I can’t.” Harry’s smile vanished.

“That means I have to tell him who I am. Heck I don’t even know who I am. Am I Julia Martin the daughter of the Orange Hooded serial killer? Or am I Juliet Summers the daughter of the woman in that hospital bed that is dying and wont let me help her?” I sighed in frustration.

“You’re you, names shouldn’t matter.” Harry tried to reason with me.

“But they matter to me! Harry I can’t just go without a name. I know Olivia Jackson definitely isn’t me I’ve despised that name for so long.” I admitted to him.

“Well now you just have to decide on your last name then, Juliet.” He was being his cheeky self now.

 

I was about to reply when there was a soft moan and movement come from the bed where Jessica lay. I shot up and made my way over to her side as she sat up in the bed.

“Hi darling.” She said with a small smile.

“Hi mum.” I returned the smile. Her small smile turned into a large grin as I had just called her mum. She looked to my right where Harry was standing and then back at me curiously.

“Uh… Mum this is Harry…” I introduced her to him.

“I know of him honey but what’s he doing here?” She queried.

“He’s my friend.” I shrugged at her.

“Yeah sure friend.” She winked at me. I groaned at that. Ugh she was already embarrassing me.

“Hi Mrs Summers. Lovely to meet you.” He smiled at her.

“Lovely to meet you too. So does he know who you are?” Jessica whispered the last part to me.

“Yes mum he knows who I am we don’t need to hide anything from him.” I rolled my eyes.

“Oh so more than friends then?” She asked.

“No mum! Ugh we’re just fuck buddies okay?” I blurted out without any thought. My hands smacked over my mouth at the realization of what I had just told my mum!

 

“Oh great so he raised a slut.” She rolled her eyes at me playfully.

“I’m no slut.” I countered.

“You are fucking two of the five of us.” Harry added. My eyes widened at what he just told her. I whacked his chest and groaned at the thought of this conversation.

“Which other one?” My mum asked wanting to know the gossip. I shot my hand up to Harry’s mouth before he could even get a single sound out. That was no use as he ended up biting my hand and then shouting out ‘Niall’ before rushing to the other side of the bed away from me.

“Oh the blonde one! My niece Samantha has a thing for uh what’s his name the one that used to always wear stripes she talks about him all the time.” My mum tried to think.

“Louis?” I asked.

“Yeah that’s it. Can’t wait to tell her this juicy news.” She said with a smile.

“Oh my god, mum! Can you not! This isn’t the sort of thing I ever want to talk to you about.” I groaned.

“So which one has she fallen in love with then? Friends with benefits NEVER work out. One always falls for the other or they both fall for one another.” She turned to Harry for the answer.

“Niall definitely. Although she hasn’t realized it yet.” Harry replied all too confidently.

“And who says I haven’t fallen in love with you?” I countered although I definitely wasn’t in love with either of them.

“That is true. I mean she did call you here and not Niall.” My mother agreed with me.

 

“That’s because he doesn’t know who she is.” Harry teased.

“What do you mean?” Jessica asked. I never did tell her how I had changed my name.

“Well… I legally changed my name a year ago…” I answered awkwardly.

“Oh dear, to what?” She asked sounding a bit disappointed.

“Olivia Jackson… I just kept thinking of him when ever someone called me Julia Martin.” I sighed.

“But you never were Julia Martin. You’ve always been Juliet Summers you just didn’t know it.” She smiled at me.

“I guess.”

“So then why haven’t you told Niall who you are then? Surely he must like you too unless the fact that he’s okay with you fucking Harry on the side means he doesn’t like you. Wait he does know you are fucking Harry right?” She inquired. God this has turned into such a wrong conversation to have with my mother.

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