Two Voices, One Song

"He taught me how to love, but he didnt teach me how to stop."
Jessica couldnt be closer to her cousin Harry Styles. They've been Inseparable for ages. But what
happens when Harrys one mistake destroys the perfect relationship? Should she take him back? Now she just wants to forget about the person who means most to her in her life! But Harry cant forget her. And she cant forget him either, they mean to much to eachother. But will they end?
Sequel to Inseparable.


28. Now or Never

There is going to be flashbacks in this chapter. The longer one, if you like it, I will hopefully be updating it soon to Inseperable- it will be longer and more detailed and from Jessicas POV.


*Two days later*

Jessica's POV.

Harrys 'week' break from tour was extended an extra week from today. I'm not sure how I feel about it and how I should. It was only extended so the boys can get a head start recording for their new album 'take me home'.

I am in middle of texting Niall and decided to call him up.

"Hey," I breathed into the receiver.

"Hey, Jessabelle. How are you?"

"Good, and you?" I questioned politely.

"Good, thanks."

"Are you guys gonna be recording today?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, the whole day actually. Why?"

"The whole day? So Harry won't be home?"


"Um when you guys leaving?"

"Now actually."

"Have fun!" I said cheerily before we exchanges quick goodbyes.

I rushed to Harrys house as soon as I thought it was safe too. Thankfully, no cars are in his driveway. I pull the spare key out from it's hiding place and fumble with the lock.

As soon as the door opens I rush down to the basement. Harrys house, is the only place I can play piano. And I'm itching to play. I sat down and admire the shiny black Yamaha for a moment. I press my fingers down on the keys, playing whatever shoots down from my heart to my fingers. My right foot finds the gold petal and I begin to play. I start with a few simple chords before diving into some difficult songs I've practiced for as long as I can remember. I learnt my first song at five, and been playing ever since.

All of a sudden strong lyrics come to me and a bright lightbulb appears in my head. I had left my songbook when I slept here a few nights ago. I rise from the seat and flee, grabbing my songbook in the process and then returning. I finish writing down the lyrics and realize that I'm done. I have just finished my whole songbook. I turn to the last page and memories come flooding back into my mind.

Harry and I found out that we were both songwriters about two weeks ago. We were both sitting in Harrys bedroom flipping through the pages of the others books. We finally decided that we will both write a letter to each other on the last page, that way when we finish we'll have like a congratulations note. We both promised not to read it until we finish.

Dearest Jess,

If your'e reading this it probably means you have finsished your songbook. Unless you just decicded to cheat and peek at my letter. I am so proud of you that you have finished- I sound like a teacher hahaha. But I really am, you are such a talented writer and singer and I know you will be famous someday. You may not realize, but you inspire me alot music wise. I am so lucky to have someone like you in my life. You are the strongest person I have ever met. I think thats how you are able to write such deep lyrics.

 I love you so much.

Yours Always,

Harry. xx

P.S. Best friends forever. xx You better call me to tell me you finished!

I blinked back my tears as I read his letter over and over again. Funny how he said I'll be famous and its actually him that is. I sighed and strolled my fingers over the keys.

Harrys POV.

I forgot my phone at my house, stupid I know. So the boys decided that I would take a taxi to the studio and meet them there. As soon as I enter I hear piano. Such beautiful piano.

Only one person came to my mine.


I spotted my phone on the couch and grabbed it before carefully going downstairs.

Jessica is sitting by the piano and beginning to play something beautiful. I see her songbook sitting near her on the piano seat and I squint to try to read the handwriting.

Her hair fell in soft curls over her shoulders and she looked beautiful. She lifted her foot just to press if once again against the petal. Black boots fit against her feet, it surprises me. She would usually only wear converses. She is wearing a navy blue tank top with a white scarf. And her signature skinny jeans-navy. She began singing softly and it was the sweetest sound to my ears.

(Warrior-Demi Lovato)

This is a story

That I have never told

Ive gotta get this off my chest to let it go

 I need to take back the light inside you stole

Your'e a criminal

And you steal like your'e a pro

All the pain and the truth

I wear like a battle wound

So ashamed so confused

I was broken and bruised

She raised her voice slightly and my breathe hitched in my throat.

Now Im a warrior

Now Ive got thicker skin

 Im a warrior

Im stronger than Ive ever been

And my armor is made of steel you cant get in

Im a warrior

And you cant ever hurt me again

Out of the ashes

Im burning like a fire

You can save your apoligies

Your'e nothing but a liar

Ive got shame

Ive got scars

That I will never show

Im a survivor

In more ways than you know

I gulped remembering the time I found out she self harrms, it kills me to just think that shes hurting herself like that.

It was about a month aftter  I found out she got bullied. At school they had some sort of food fight, but they threw all the food at her. I was going to call her at the exact time, just to tell her that she shouldnt come over because I was going to  be rehearsing with White Eskimo. As soon as she answered the phone, I knew something was wrong. I begged her to tell me where she was and she finally gave in. I found her in the girls bathroom, her clothes soaking wet. Later that night she told me that she had thrown up from just getting so embarrased and nervous about the whole incident. Of course, I helped her clean up in the bathroom and held her hand until we got to my house. She just looked numb, like she didnt even want to feel anything, she didnt.

I gave her a towel and allowed her to shower in my bathroom. She nodded and went off. In the middle of her shower, I had to really go to the bathroom (Gemma was in the one upstairs) so I just knocked and told her I'll be aminute and she was okay with it. When I was about to leave she stuck her arm out of the curtain and asked me to pass her the shampoo.I grabbed it for her before realizing the cuts on her arm.

Her hitting her highnote again broke me from my thoughts.

Cause now I'm a warrior

Now I've got thicker skin

I'm a warrior

I'm stronger than I've ever been

And my armor

Is made of steel you cant get in

Im a warrior

And you will never hurt me again

Theres a part of me I cant get back

A little girl grew up too fast

All it took was once, Ill never be the same

Now Im taking back my life today

 Nothing left that you can say

Cause you were never gonna take the blame anyway

She repeated the chorus once again and I blinked back my tears, did I really hurt her that much?

She turned around, I said that allowed didnt I?

Tears spilled from her eyes, "How much did you hear?" She breathed.

I looked down, confirming that I have heard everything.

"What are you doing here?" She cried.

"I would ask the same to you." I chuckled softly.

"I...I..needed to um..p-play..the-"

"Its okay." I replied, and relief scrubs over  her soft features.

Gemma was begging me to  talk to her about..everything yesterday. I should. I have a chance right now.

Its now or never.

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