Wrecking Ball (Harry Styles/ Drew Chadwick)

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


10. Chapter Nine

Jessamine’s POV

“Hello,” I greeted Wesley who had peered over the top of my book.

“You can’t be mad at Drew forever, you know.”

“I know. But I’ll be mad at him for as long as possible.”

“He didn’t mean that. It was the heat of the moment! He really likes you.”

“It doesn’t seem like it.”

  Wesley and Keaton had come back from somewhere just in time to hear the argument between Drew and I a few days ago.

“Well he does. Believe me. I have never seen him look that way ant anyone before. He likes you. He likes you a lot.”

  I rolled my eyes, going back to my book.

“Wesley is right,” Keaton said, sneaking up behind me. I shrieked a little, dropping my book.

“Were you eavesdropping?”

“Maybe, but that doesn’t matter. Drew seriously likes you. You should give him a chance!”

“I did, and he blew it!”

“Just give him one last chance. He can ne everything you need. And I saw the way you look at him.” He wiggled his eyebrows as a gesture.

“No! Don’t do that Keats!”

“Had to be done! Now give him a second chance!”

I sighed, putting down my book on the table beside me.

“GOING TO TESSA’S! BE BACK BY 5!” I yelled, grabbing my shoes and walking up a flight of stairs to get to my sister’s flat. I knocked on the door and as soon as she answered, I broke down in tears.

“Oh c’mere!” She pulled me inside. I helped her by shuffling along.

“I really like him Tess! And now he hates me! And it’s all Harry’s fault!”

“Oh, Jessie! He can’t hate you! No one can hate you! He’s just upset!”

“He hates me! I know he does! He slept on the couch the last few nights because of it! He hasn’t looked at me at all in days!” Now I was balling my eyes out. I put my head on Tessa’s shoulder. She started caressing my hair. Ok, that sounds wrong, but you get the picture.

“You need to talk to him! Figure it out! You need to tell him that you like him and that Harry is a lying bastard that likes to ruin peoples’ lives!”

“How can I talk to him if he won’t listen?” I asked.

“You make him. You lock him in the same room and he can’t get out until he gives you answers!”

“But then he’ll hate me even more for locking him in a room against his will!” My voice kept breaking because of my sobs.

“I will punch him in the nuts to get him to listen to you! Jessamine, I love you! You’re my sister! I hate seeing you upset and the only way to fix that is to talk!”

“It would be easier to talk to Harry right now though! Drew ignores me! We haven’t been out in 5 days! Next time we go out, he will still ignore me! He doesn’t like me like that anyways.”

“Seriously? He fuckin’ hinted at the fact that you ripped his heart out! If you didn’t murder him, what else does that mean? He likes you! Maybe even loves you! If you explain and tell him how you feel, he might just ask you out!”

“You really think so?”

“I do. Now go get cleaned up, and then talk to Drew!”

“I love you Tessa.”

“I love you too Jessie!” I gave her a quick hug and ran back downstairs to my flat. I ran into my bathroom (that’s right. I have my own bathroom) and turned up the heater. I placed my towels on a stool right beside the shower and set it to the perfect temperature. I made sure I had my favourite shampoo, and got into the shower.

“Oh shit!” I forgot to take of my clothes, so my clothes were soaked. They were clean, so I was just going to put them back on. I don’t even have my robe. When I’m done, I have to risk running into Drew before I’m dressed.

“Fuck my life right now!” I still had to take a shower though, so I stripped down and threw my clothes into the laundry hamper beside the sink.

  After lathering my hair with shampoo and conditioner, I stood in the shower, thinking of ways to talk to Drew.

‘Hopefully I won’t be naked when we talk,’ I thought.

“CHLOOOOOEEEEEE! I KNOW YOUR SISTER TURNS EVERYONE ON! BUT YOU’RE THE ONE I WANT! BUT YOU’RE THE ONE I WANT! YEAH, YEAH!” I started to belt out the lyrics to Chloe. I may be mad at Drew, but I’m not mad at Keaton or Wesley and that song is my jam! “IF ONLY YOU COULD BELIEVE IN YOURSELF THE WAY I BELIEVE IN YOU! I-I DO!” Just then, the door opened and Wesley started singing along with me.


“Get out of the bathroom! I’m in the shower!” I exclaimed, sticking my head out of the shower.

“But I sing that song!” He pouted.

“Get out!” I ordered.

He saluted me then yelled, “Yes, ma’am!” He marched off like a soldier and closed the door behind me. I stayed in the shower, singing quieter this time, until my fingers were prunes. I shut off the water and grabbed my towel. I wrapped my hair in a towel and pulled the other towel tight around me. I peeked into my room and decided that the coast was clear. I was almost to the slightly ajar door, and I was about to close it, when something started pushing on it from the other side. I used all of my strength, but I was too weak. I gave up and hid behind the door, hoping that they wouldn’t shut it when they came in. Lucky for me, they slammed it shut. I yelped and tried to make my towel bigger.

“DREW!” I yelled. There he was, standing with his shirt off and a water bottle in his hand, digging through is draw for something. “EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING?!”

“Sorry, I thought you were still in the shower!”

This is it. He’s not leaving, so I can talk to him. And I’m not naked, I’m just barely clothed.

“D-drew?” My breath was uneven, my heart felt like it was in my stomach and my hands were shaking uncontrollably.

“Yes?” He didn’t sound happy, but at least his wasn’t completely pissed.

“I have something to tell you.” His eyes bore right into mine. “Um, I, um.”

“Just say it, Jessamine.” No nickname. No Jessie, Jess, bear, muffin, bacon, stupid, idiot, anything. Just Jessamine.

“Are you cool with Pizza for supper? I’m too lazy to make anything.” I mentally slapped myself for chickening out. I would be terrible if I were Dauntless.

“Sure,” he said, sounding confused. “I like-“

I cut him off, “ham and green pepper. I remember.”

He nodded politely and walked out of the room.

“Stupid!” I hit my forehead with my knuckles, trying to see if anyone smart or brave was home in my brain. I sighed, giving up and changing into fuzzy socks and sweat pants. Maybe tomorrow. 30 years from now will I talk to him.




“Thanks.” I closed the door with one hand while balancing two pizzas in the other. “PIZZA’S HERE!”

“PIZZA!” Keaton yelled, running into the kitchen.

“WESLEY! DREW! PIZZA’S HERE!” I yelled down the hall. “HURRY UP OR IT WILL BE GONE!”  I heard nothing to signal that they were coming. No squeaking, talking, shuffling, nothing.

Five minutes later, still no sign of them.

“IF YOU DON’T HURRY UP ME AND KEATON WILL EAT ALL OF THE PIZZA!” I heard the squeak of a door and shuffling of feet. Wesley ran down the hall, grabbed the second box of pizza, and ran back down the hall.

“YOU’RE WELCOME!” Keaton yelled to them.

I heard a muffled thanks and then it went back to me and Keaton talking.

After an hour, there was no sign of them.


“NO PROMISES!” Wesley yelled.

“Someone’s balls are getting cut off,” I told Keaton. He just laughed. He thought I was joking. I was, because I knew they weren’t actually. But if they were, I would’ve have done that. Especially if it was in my room.





  By the time Wesley and Drew had left my room, it was midnight. I didn’t ask what they were doing, because I really didn’t want to know. When Keaton and Wesley had gone to the spare room to sleep, I was left with Drew.

“Um, can I talk to you?” I asked Drew.




“So, about the thing with Harry.” This was it. No chickening out now. “Look, I’m sorry, for everything.”

There, I was talking to Drew about what happened. This better not be a dream.

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