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.


23. Save me, Harry.

Jessicas POV.

It feels like Harrys been on tour forever, and I dont know if thats a good thing or a bad thing. I kind of miss him even though we werent hanging out when he was here anyway. But on the other hand, I feel happy that I dont have to deal with as many tears and breaking down in front of him, like I did at the airport. I constantely regret me and Harrys 'little talk' at the airport. I told him everything. Yay!

I pulled on some black skinny jeans and a rolling stones t-shirt. I slipped on some socks and black converse before pulling my hair up into a ponytail. I applied some foundation and a bit of mascara and grabbed my blue and grey jansport backpack from the floor before heading off to school. I plugged in my headphones and listened to music while I walked.


"Okay class, I am happy to announce our annual science fair!" My science teacher announced and everyone groaned.

She ignored it and continued, "It will be on November 1st, giving you a little more than a month to work on it. This year, I will be assigining your groups based on your science grade from last year and this year so far. I will give more information at the end of class. Questions?"

"Do we have any pick of who we want to be with?" A brunnete boy named Jacob asked from across the room.

Everyone started arguing with her and she shook her head.

"I talked this out with Mr. Conwell, if I hear anymore complaining you will be sent to his office. Now we dont want that do we?" Jacob and some other kids rolled their eyes.


"Jessica Moore, Bret Whitley, and Hanna Madden, your group has to be ocean related."


I was with Hanna? I was with my bully? I was with my bullies?

I turned my head to look for Hanna, when our eyes met she smirked at me. I whimpered to myself and watched as she made her way over to me.

"My house. Tonight. Be there at eight. Bret and I will get some dinner and you, our little retarded geek, can work on the fair. Doesn't that sound good baby?" She smirked at Bret and smashed her lips to his. I coughed in disgust and gathered my books to leave school.


I climbed the steps to Hanna's mansion of a house and sighed ringing the doorbell.

Bret swung the door open and raised his left eyebrow. " there was an emergency at the girls, Hanna will be back in an hour, you can work in the basement."

I nodded and pushed my way past him.

"Wait! Actually why don't we do something?"

It was my turn to raise my eyebrow, "what's your definition of something, Bret?" I questioned suspiciously.

"Nothing much, babe. Just us-"

That's all I needed to hear. "Um no, bye." I began to walk when Bret pulled me back.

"You do what I say." He growled and began kissing me.

I trembled in fear as he threw me over his shoulder and took me upstairs.

"Stop. Please, stop." I cried as he pushed me down on the bed. He ignored me and I curled up into a ball.

He glared at me and pulled at my shirt.

"Stop! Stop! Leave me alone!" I exclaimed trying to pry him off of me.

He just tugged my shirt off and I covered myself with my arms. He pulled my arms away roughly and I hastily put them back where they were.

"Stop." He growled into my ear.

"Why don't you stop?" I shrieked.

He snaked his arms around my body and I used all my strength to push him off of me. I grabbed my Rolling Stones t-shirt and pulled it on as I ran down the stairs.

"Come back!" He shouted racing after me.

My shaking fingers pulled on my sweatshirt before I fled outside. It was raining out, it was already nine o'clock. I ran because I knew he was chasing me. After what felt like hours, I sat under one of those bus shelters. Just as I sat down my phone rang.


"Jess!" He exclaimed. "Guess what? We got a week for a break from tour and I'm only ten minutes away from my house! Where are you? Can I come see you now?"

"Harry," I sobbed into the phone.

"Jess? Jess, are you crying?" He paused. "What's wrong?"

I gulped and just pulled my knees up to my chest and cried.

"Jess, I'm coming over. I'll be there in five minutes."

I didn't answer, "Jess, please answer me, where are you?"

"I'm going home." The words were simple but I choked on my tears as I said them.

"I'll see you in a moment."

The line was dead and I raced home into my apartment. My clothes were soaked as I let myself in and slid down the wall. A minute or so later there was a knock on the door. I reluctantly got up and Harry frowned and wrapped his arms around me.

"What happened, baby?" He asked nuzzling his face into my hair.

I circled my thin arms around his torso and sobbed against his chest.

"Jess," he breathed. "Your soaking wet." He pulled me towards my bedroom and slid open my drawer, lifting out a white t-shirt.

He handed me the clothes and I changed quickly. He rested his hands on my shoulders and leaned done to kiss my forehead.

"Come." He whispered, pulling me towards the couch. And then, I told him everything. Everything that Bret did, everything that everyone did to me.

Harry shook his head. "I can't believe he did that to you!"

I just stayed silent, Harry scooted over and cuddled up to me. He closed his eyes and rested his head on my shoulder. I ran my fingers through his hair and smiled.

"T-th-thank... Thank you." I stuttered, " for being so caring after I was so mean."

"Of course, Jess." He said simply while his arms squeezed me even tighter.

He was so understanding, caring, and forgiving, even when I was terrible to him. These days I actually consider getting back together with him. Because I miss him. So much.

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