Wrecking Ball (Harry Styles/ Drew Chadwick)

I came in like a Wrecking Ball. I never hit so hard in love.


5. Chapter Four

Jessamine’s POV

I reread Tessa’s text over and over. I didn’t know what to believe. I turned to the Slut Bucket, normally known as The Melissa Show. It was almost over, so watching wouldn’t help. I grabbed my laptop from the coffee table and started it up. I decided to call Tessa while I waited for it to start up, to see if she could clarify anything.

“Yes Jessie?”

“What do you mean that it will turn the argument onto your side?”

“Go to the website and see for yourself, because I know you won’t believe just me. But I was watching it, because it mentioned One Direction, and I may as well keep up to date on your fiancé’s band, so I was watching, and let’s just say, she looked as slutty as ever. I swear she looked like that just because of One Direction. Well anyways, I was watching and laughing at her as I did. Then she asked about girls, and Zayn talked about Perrie, Louis Eleanor, Liam with his current situation, Niall and his Mofos and how they’re ‘the craic’, and Harry said that he was as single as ever.”

“He said he was single?” I was almost in tears.

“Well he sure didn’t say anything about being off the market! You should be able to watch the recap online.”

“Thanks Tess. I’ll check it out.” I sniffled as I typed in The Melissa Show in the search bar. I clicked the first option that popped up. It led me to the site, which was just as terrible as she was. The banner at the top was scrolling through, stopping for a few seconds on each different link. I clicked the one that said Today’s Recaps.

Harry Styles still for sale?

Today, we had some very special guests! One Direction was here! When asked about girls, Harry Styles said that he’s still looking for the right girl! No worries about anyone coming to steal him away from us yet. Meanwhile Liam Payne in a toughie? He told us that he wasn’t taken, but he’s not looking for anyone! You better be special to change that! Watch the recap of the interview down below. And tell us in the comments how much you love these boys!

“That is the stupidest thing ever!” I yelled, almost forgetting that I still haven’t hung up the phone.

“That’s what I said! I couldn’t believe it!”

You better be special to change that?! That’s utter bullshit! He’s in a tough situation because he just broke up with Sophia and he can’t figure out if he loves Danielle or his old sock more!”

“Old sock?” Tessa asked.

“To me, from the news, Sophia seemed really clingy, like an old sock that just came out of the dryer.”

“I like that metaphor! Or is it a simile?" 

“Does it even matter? They like to pry and to me, they went a little too far into Liam’s life!”

“Do you even care about what Harry said?”

“I find it sweet! We agreed earlier not to tell the fans anything yet, because there would be a lot of hate, so this is protecting everyone!” I lied. I didn’t want Tessa worrying about me, and what she doesn’t know won’t kill her. No guarantees it won’t hurt her that I lied, but she die because I lied.

“SERIOUSLY!? You care about how sweet he is when he basically just denied anything about being taken!? He could go and fuck some slut at a club and wouldn’t be called a cheater because no one knows about his fiancée! Well, he wouldn’t do that. That would be bad publicity, but he could cheat on you with anyone, and all you care about is how sweet he is?! What is your problem?!”

“If that’s how you feel, whatever. But Harry loves me and I love Harry, so it’s all ok!” The rest of the conversation was her screaming at me about how stupid I supposedly am.

“Tessa! Save your breath for when Elizabeth does something stupid!”

“Good point. But keep this in mind!” I heard the beep that signalled that call had ended. I sighed, exhausted from this back and forth about Harry and I.

“I should get a job,” I said to myself. “Something to do to distract me from all of this fighting.”

  I pondered over something to do. I came up with a list of jobs I could possibly like. Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks, and model.

“Guess its Starbucks!” I could never become a model. I’m not saying I’m fat or ugly, but most models are too skinny, and are the best of the best. I’m not ugly; I just don’t think I’d be a good model. Plus, who would want me anyways?




“Hi!” The barista greeted me.

“I was wondering if I could apply for a job. Oh, and can I get a grande Vanilla Bean Frappuccino please?” 

“What’s your name?”


“Ok, I’ll be right there with your drink, and I can go get the manager to talk about a job. And that will be 2.36 pounds.” (I have no idea if that sounds right… I’m from Canada and I don’t exactly know a lot about England, so bear with me if you are British.)

I gave her my money and waited down at the other end of the counter. I got my drink soon after and took a seat at a table.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” a man in an expensive looking suit asked. I shook my head no. “What’s your name?”

“Jessamine,” I replied slowly.

“Well, Jessamine, I’m from a modelling agency, and you look perfect. Naturally beautiful, so there’s less enhancing we have to worry about, and you’re just the right skinny, with the perfect figure.” I stared at him like he had three heads and had just eaten one of them.

“Me? A model? Yeah right.”

“This isn’t any normal modelling, though. We’re trying to recruit naturally beautiful girls for this. We don’t want any professionals.”

“I don’t know.”

“It pays well. Approximately 1250 pounds per shoot.” He waited, like he expected me to answer then. “Call me by Wednesday with your decision,” he said when he realized I had no idea what to do. I just nodded and started sipping my drink.




“Hi, Mr. Mahoney? This is Jessamine. I’ll take the job.”

“Wonderful! You start Friday! We can handle everything then.” I nodded, then remembered he was on the phone, not beside me.

“Great! The address on your card?”

“Yes. Just tell the receptionist that you’re looking for some waffles. She should let you through. Be there 10 o’ clock.”

“Ok. Thank you, Mr. Mahoney.”

“See you Friday.” I pressed ‘end’ and threw my phone onto the couch across from me.

“Guess I won’t work in retail or the food industry now.”




It’s been a few months since I took the modelling job. Things have been god, except for Tessa. We’ve made up for the most part, although she still is a little mad at me. But Elizabeth is a whole other story. She’s been upset for a little while now. She found Jay cheating on her with her friend. She took it hard, and has been moping about for a while now.

Harry and I are good. As we’re having a longer engagement, no plans have been made. He’s going on tour in 2 days, and I’m trying to spend as much time with him as I can. We don’t exactly know who we will make this work, but we will try. For true love always prevails.




“Look at this! ‘Jessamine Doyle blackmailing Model Company for job?’ This is absurd! Who would even think that?”

“I don’t know but keep your voice down. We don’t want any fans to see us.”

So we haven’t exactly told the fans about us, and if they see me they will make assumptions, but I always hope for the best.

  When we got to security, I couldn’t go on any further.

“I love you,” I whispered in Harry’s ear as we hugged each other. I kissed his lips quickly, and stepped away from him. I quickly waved goodbye and started walking away. I didn’t want to leave, but I had to go. As I was walking past a magazine stand, I noticed another magazine with my name on it.

“How much for this?” I asked the cashier.

“5 pounds.”

I huffed and handed him the money. I looked through the article and realized that only one person knew about this. I only ever told one person. And that person was Harry.




“I can’t believe this! It has to be Harry! I told no one else about this!”

“I’m not arguing with you,” Tessa said.

“I know, but I’m ranting. He was the only one that I ever told that secret. He was the only one that knew about me trying drugs when I was 15! I was pressured into it and then hated it and never did it again and he made it look like I’m an addict!”

“Dump his sorry ass!”

“I will. But not over text, or phone, or Skype, or even in person. This is going public. Harry Styles, you better be ready to defended, because I’m breaking in, and stealing back my heart.”

“How exactly will you do this?” Tessa asked.

“Twitter! I can make it really obvious and throw the ring down the sink and make it into a vine or keek and just make it public.”

“That’s not bad. Although what about the attention you’ll get?”

“I can deal with it.”

“Then let’s get started.”




This was it. I was officially about to break up with Harry over Twitter. It seems harsh, but he told my biggest secret. He will pay.

@JessamineAnn: @Harry_Styles Watch it and weep.

I attached the link to the Keek and sat back for a moment. I was almost officially single. It felt ok. I was a little upset with Harry, but this is for the good. He’s no good, and for once, Tessa was right.

@JessamineAnn: @Harry_Styles we’re over. Done. No more us! The only knot I’ll be tying is the one to rig my sailboat!

@Harry_Styles: as you can now see, I was engaged to @JessamineAnn, but now I am not.

Wow, Harry. That was terrible. That was the worst tweet ever. I’m just glad I won’t find out if you’re the worst husband ever.




“So Jessamine, as you know, unless it’s Tyra Banks, we don’t normally have models on here. But you know why you’re here.”

“I do know why. It’s the backlash from the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

“It was Sunday that you tweeted the break up. How have you been?”

“To be honest, a little sad and guilty, but I’m not heartbroken. I mean, you can never completely get over your first love, but once you clear one hurdle, you have to move onto the next.”

“So I’m pretty sure the big question here is why did you break up?”

“Well, I realized that he wasn’t the one for me.” My smile was so fake, I looked mental. “Actually, the real reason I broke up with Harry was because he was an ass. He never wanted to tell the fans, very reluctantly told his band mates, bought me a fake diamond ring, and told my biggest secret to the paparazzi.”

“That’s harsh.”

“My sister also suspects he cheated on me. I think she’s right too.”

“That’s even worse.” We talked more about the break up, everyone’s reactions, and so much other gossip I thought my brain was going to explode.

  By the time the interview was done, my brain was whirling from the information I learned, and all the speculations and other bullshit going around. The paparazzi were terrible when I got outside. They were engulfing me. Security got them away from me, but their cameras were still flashing. I was 10 minutes late to my meeting with my management all because of the paparazzi.

“I’m here! I’m here!” I yelled, running through the door. “So, um, why am I here, exactly?”

“We have a . . . proposition for you,” my manager, Eric, started.

“So what is it?” I prompted.

“A little publicity stunt. We will get you to choose someone from our list of possible choices, and after the majority of your situation blows over, you will date them. One year after that day, you will get engaged. You will be engaged for 6 months to 2 years, and will split up after then, saying that it wasn’t working. If you so happen to fall in love with this person, you will be able to get married, if you so wish. If not, you will go on with your life,” my marketing specialist, Lisa, explained.

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course! We didn’t expect an answer today.”

“One more thing, who are my choices?”

“We have don’t know specifically, but it will most likely be a singer from a band, American, British, Australian, Canadian, we’re not too sure.”

“Will anyone from One Direction be involved?”

“We’ll see what we can do, if you chose to accept.”




“Hi Lisa. Yeah, I’ll do it. I’ll do the publicity stunt.”

“Wonderful!” She sounded so perky. Not even any cheerleaders can be that perky. “Come down at 10 to pick out who you want to do this with.”

“Sounds great.” My voice broke a little, signalling that I was lying. Luckily, Lisa didn’t notice. “Bye Lisa.”

So I guess I will be getting engaged in less than 2 years. Never thought I would ever say that.




“Hey Eric,” I greeted my manager.

“Hello Jessamine. How are you?”

“I’ve been better. Now, who are my options?”

“We have Jay McGuiness of The Wanted.”


“Liam Payne or Niall Horan, of-“

“No way in hell!”

“Or Drew Chadwick, of Emblem3.”

“Can I see his file?” I asked. Eric handed me the file. I took a look inside to figure out if I would chose Drew or if I would have to go with Liam or Niall. 

“Have you made your decision?” Eric asked.

I nodded my head. “I have.”


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