Wrecking Ball (Harry Styles/ Drew Chadwick)

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


7. Chapter Six

Jessamine’s POV

  I was lying in bed, scrolling through Twitter, laughing at the tweets from different fandoms, noticing how each fandom had different styles. Like Directioners are blunt, inappropriate, and hilarious, and Swifties compliment their idol and blame Directioners and Beliebers for a lot. Who knew Twitter could be this funny? Every now and then, when there wasn't a tweet about wanting Niall’s D, or about how Justin has made someone proud for standing up for himself, there was a tweet from Sugarscape or a famous person. I normally ignored anything that had to do with One Direction, especially Harry Styles, but one drew me in, and screwed me over.

  I opened the link, waited for it to load, and quickly read through the article. I ignored the jokes for once, and reread the whole thing at least twice.

  Drew was beside me, sleeping soundly, still jetlagged from his trip over here, one month ago.

  I had argued with Drew continuously about how uncomfortable the couch is to sleep on, saying it was worse than a cheap motel single bed that’s been around since the 70’s. I finally convinced him that my king sized bed was more than big enough for us to share, and he reluctantly agreed, so here we are. Sharing the same bed, all because of a uncomfortable couch and a publicity stunt.

  I shook Drew awake, whispering his name. When that didn't work, I went for the seductive trick. It works on anyone. Even my sisters, but I don't want to talk about that.

“Drew. Wakey wakey! It’s time to get up!” I cooed, running my finger lightly over his bicep. When that didn’t work, I went for the surprise trick.

“DREW CHADWICK! YOU HAVE AN INTERVIEW IN 5 MINUTES THAT IS 30 MINUTES AWAY! WAKE UP!” He still didn’t wake up, even after I yelled in his ear. “I will cut off your balls and shove them down your throat-“

“I’M UP!” He yelled.

“Finally! I’ve been trying to wake you for, like, five minutes!”

“Oh, I was already awake. I just wanted to see what you did,” he snickered.

“You bastard! Now I have to show you something.”

“Is it a fanfiction about me? Because those are no good. They’re so dirty!”

“It’s a fanfiction. So fans write them. They want you to fuck them, so what do you expect? Rainbows and Primrose? And no, it’s not a fanfic. It’s something of importance to all of this.”

  I unlocked my phone, opened up the link again, and gave him my old, beaten up, iPhone 4.

“Well this isn’t looking so good!”

“You don’t say,” I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “He’s already back in London, and wants me back! This could ruin the whole thing!”

“Just don’t cheat on me and everything will be OK. I think.”

Oh good lord, what else can go wrong?




  I was walking around London, minding my own business, when the devil’s spawn himself came up to me. So, apparently, this can go wrong too!


“What do you want Harry?!” I snapped at him. I took out my phone, called Drew and put my phone on speaker. I put my phone back in my pocket, where it could still pick up the conversation.

“Can’t exs be friends?”

“Not when you told my biggest secret and cheated on me!”

“How did you know I did that? You have no proof that I cheated on you!”

“You just admitted to it! How stupid can someone be! And you are the only one that knew that secret! Gemma was right, and so was Tessa. I can’t believe I ever dated you!”

“Speaking of dating, there’s some speculation of you having a new boyfriend. Are they true?”

“What do you care?”

“What, can’t your ex-fiancé still care about you?”

“No! You can’t! You didn’t even care about me when we were engaged!” I yelled at him, attracting the attention of some pedestrians.

“Do you, or do you not have a new boyfriend?”

“I do! I do have a new boyfriend! Now get out of my face!” Instead, Harry took a step closer to me. “I said to get out of my face!”

“What does he have that I don’t?” He interrogated me. “Is he better looking than me? What qualities does he have that I don’t? What’s his name? Is he famous?”

“He has my trust that he earned, he’s nice, kind, and just wonderful to be around, and his friends are too. Yes, he is better looking than you, but that doesn’t take much, seeing as you’re an ass, um, he can actually listen to his girlfriend, and actually likes me, he doesn’t cheat on me, basically every good thing that you’re not, which is a lot.  I’m not saying his name yet, not until the interview he’s going to be going to next week, and yes, he is famous, hence the interview. Now I need to go home. Bye!” I started walking off, pulling my phone out of my pocket to talk to Drew. “I hope you die in hell,” I whispered when he was a few metres behind me.

  Just then, paparazzi started swarming me and Harry. Questions were being thrown everywhere, in many different forms.

“Oh my god, just leave us alone! I understand that this is how you make money but there is no need to be shoving cameras up our asses! Now leave us alone before I call the police!” I yelled. Everyone stood silent, watching me. “Just get a proper job, you dicks!” I stormed off, finally finding quiet to talk to Drew.

“You’re mad,” he pointed out when I was walking back to my flat.

“You don’t say! I would’ve been fine, but Harry is a dick that has no dick that still thinks that he has a chance with me.”

“Did you let him know that he doesn’t?”

“Yes, and I let him know that I have a boyfriend, and that you’re famous. Oh, and are you following Harry on twitter?”

“I think so, why?”

“When he figures out that you’re my boyfriend, he’ll flip and DM threats to you, so unfollow him so he can’t DM you, he can only make it public.”

“Will do. See you soon, Jess.”

“Bye Drew!”

This will be on the news by tonight. Oh good lord, what have I got myself into? 



Short chapter, but important, well kinda. It's a sorta filler. BTW, this book will have 11 chapters, and maybe an epilogue. So 5 more chapters!

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