Forever And Always

Jenna is your average girl. But her life gets turned upside-down when she has to move to London her senior year. But it isn't all that bad when her neighbor is Harry Styles. Read to find out what happens with Jenna in her new world and a neighbor who back home she had a poster of on her wall.


1. Big News

“Jenna, come down here, I need to talk to you!” my mom yelled from the bottom step.

                “What could possibly be more important than curling my hair?” I questioned her as I was walking down the stairs. I was going out with my boyfriend, Ben, tonight and I was already running late.

                When I came down my mom was sitting on the couch in our living room. She had her hands folded in her lap and her legs crossed. She puts on quite a heavy amount of makeup so she looked pretty scary.

                “Whatever you are going to tell me, I just want you to know that I didn’t do it.” I confessed. I wasn’t even sure what I would be in trouble for. I never do anything bad, not to toot my own horn or anything but I get straight A’s and I might be up for valedictorian this year at graduation.

                “I need to talk to you. You probably want to sit down.” My mom said with a quiet, calm voice. Sort of like a therapist.

                “Mom, seriously, can it wait? I have half of my hair curled and I haven’t even put my makeup on. Ben is going to be here in like 20 minutes.” Even though I know it is probably really important, I didn’t want it to ruin my dinner with Ben. We haven’t been out alone in at least 2 months and I don’t know if I can wait another minute.

                “This won’t take much time. And you can talk to Ben about it at dinner then.” She said. I moaned, leaned back in my chair and she continued. “I got a new job offer. Its going to pay a lot more than it does now and it will really be a benefit for everyone.”

                “Okay. Mom, I really don’t care.” I knew I was being rude, since we really did need the money, but I don’t need to tell Ben about it and it was not worth my time coming downstairs.

                “You didn’t let me finish. The job offer is in London. And I already took it.” She said. She had a nervous look on her face, probably about my reaction. Which she was right to be nervous about.


                “Can you just relax? There are a ton of great schools in England, and you might be able to graduate early, with your outstanding grades and extra-curricular activities.” She suggested. I mean, it’s a possibility but I don’t want to leave the United States. I didn’t want to leave Florida. I didn’t want to leave my town. I didn’t want to leave my friends or anything else. Then I exploded once more.

                “BUT WHAT IF I CANT GRADUATE EARLY. THEN WHAT. AND ENGLAND SUCKS. THEY HAVE RAIN EVERY DAY AND THEY TALK WEIRD AND THEY CALL THE BATHROOOM ‘THE LOU’. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!?!?!?!” I just needed an excuse to stay in Florida. I actually really loved their accents. And I thought it was really funny that they called the bathroom the lou.

                “Well I’m sorry but I thought you would be a lot more excited considering your favorite band is from there.” She replied with a little bit of sass.

                I couldn’t deny that. Of course, she was talking about One Direction. Even though I would LOVE to VISIT there and meet them but not LIVE there! All of this just sucked.

                I moaned and sat back down. “How long will we be there?” I asked.

                “A year and a half. Probably longer if all goes well.”

                “Could I just stay with a friend while you go there and I could go there or you could come here on holidays and stuff?” I suggested.

                “No. A year and a half is too long to ask to babysit you. Unless you want to live with your father.” My mom said with her thin eyebrows crinkled like I was crazy.

                Living with my father was never going to happen. When I was 12 he and my mother were fighting and I couldn’t take any more of it. I stormed down the stairs and stood in front of my mother and yelled “STOP” in his face. Me being 12 I thought I had the power to control him. But boy was I wrong. He slapped me across the face and punched my mother in her right temple. He stormed out and never came back.

                “No. How long until we leave?” I asked,  sad about the flashback of my father. All of my memories of him have been replaced by just that one horrible one.

                “Two months.” My mom said. She sat there fixing her big curls while saying that.

                “WHAT. TWO MONTHS. THAT’S IT?!?!?!?!” that got me going again.

                “Better start saying your goodbyes and packing.” Then my mom got up and walked into the kitchen. I stomped up to my room to finish getting ready. I went from having 20 minutes to having less than 15. I burned myself at least 3 times on my curling iron from being so angry. Luckily, I was done just in time when Ben knocked on the door. My mom was in the shower so I left a note:


                Left for dinner with Ben. I’ll be home at ten.


                I wanted to tell Ben so bad about me moving to London. But I didn’t know if it was the right time since we haven’t been alone in forever and it may be our only time for a while because we are both so busy. But he deserved to know.

                In the car ride to the restaurant I didn’t say much. Ben did all of the talking. He talked about football mostly. He is kind of obsessed with someone who doesn’t even really play it that much. He is just barely on the team. He is the back-up linebacker. Which I sort of doubt he will ever get to play because I swear the real linebacker has 9 lives.

                I wasn’t quite sure of the restaurant we were going to. Ben said it was a surprise and I just had to wear a dress. But when we got there it was a lot more than I needed.

                “Oh, Ben! You don’t have to pay for this! I would be fine if we dressed up just to go to Arby’s!” I said.

                “No, no, no. You deserve a nice dinner” he said back. Looking me in the eyes and kissing my forehead. I cant describe how lucky I am to have him in my life. But now that I’m moving to London…

                “Can I start you off with a drink?” The waiter asked.

                “I will have a raspberry lemonade.” Ben replied.

                “I think I will have that also.” I gave back the waiter the wine and spirits menu they gave us for some reason even though it was obvious that we were minors.

                “I will be right back with those” the waiter said with a smile then walked off.

                Ben and I spent about a minute in silence examining the place. It was so big and beautiful. There were mini chandeliers at every table and one huge, gorgeous one covered in jewels in the middle of the restaurant above the dancing floor. The tables were covered in a white table cloth that looked like it had never been used before. The seats had a velvet cushion and the china was so fancy I wouldn’t dare put food on it at home.

                “Oh my goodness, Ben. Where did you find this place and where did you find the money to pay for it?” I asked. I didn’t bring nearly enough money to pay for at least half of the cost of what this dinner is going to cost.

                “The internet and I spent many hours cleaning out my grandpas garage this month.” He said with a smile. “Care to join me on the dance floor?” he stood up out of his chair and held his hand out to me.

                I smiled and nodded, put my hand in his and together we walked to the dance floor. We danced a very slow romantic dance, his hands on my hips and mine around his neck. I thought this would be a good time to tell him that I’m moving. Not when I have my mouth full of fancy culinary art.

                “Ben I have to tell you something.” I started. His look was so depressing. His big brown eyes frowned at the corners and his eyebrows crinkled towards his forehead. He looked like a puppy. Which made this a lot harder to say.

                “Ben, I’m moving. To London. In 2 months.” I spat out. I didn’t even try sugarcoating it. What was the point? I was leaving one way or another and if I couldn’t change my mother’s mind than he can’t either.

                “What? Why? Why are you just telling me now?” he asked in slight anger.

                “Because I just found out today. My mom got a new job and they are sending her to London to do it. I have no other choice.” I said. I kept my voice down because hopefully it will encourage him to keep his down.

                “Well what does this mean for us?” he questioned. I never really thought about it. I mean, we could do long distance but a whole ocean is quite some distance.

                “Well I think there is only two options. Either we could do long distance, or… break up.” I hated saying that. And I saw him quench when I said it. But it really is our only options.

                “Do YOU think we could make long distance work, Jenna?”

                “I-I don’t know. I’ve never done it before. But we are going to be a whole country away. With an ocean in between us.” To be honest I didn’t think that a long distance relationship would work. So many people say they don’t and I would rather have the heartbreak in the United States and get a fresh start in London.

                “Yeah.” Is all he said.

                “What about you? Do you think we could make it work?”

                “Not really.”

                “Same.” We weren’t really dancing anymore. We were short of just standing there with our arms around each other. We walked back to our table where we found our raspberry lemonades. We drank in silence. Then the waiter came and asked us what we wanted as our entrée. We ordered and he left with a smile. That must get annoying.

                “So we are breaking up then?” Ben said, breaking the silence.

                “Well, no, we don’t have to. I’m not leaving until two months from now.”

                “But Jenna, what is the point of being together if we know we are going to break up?”

Sadly, it was true.


                *45 minutes later*


                We were sitting in his car in my driveway. The rest of dinner was awkward and so was the car ride. Probably one of the longest car rides ever.

                “So, this is it? For us?” I said. I was holding back tears. I hadn’t told him yet, but I loved him. We had been dating for two years. And I couldn’t tell him now.

                Ben took a deep sigh and replied “I guess so. I really don’t want you to leave”

                “I know. I don’t either. But I have no choice.” I could see that his eyes were watering a bit too. He ran his fingers through his thick dark brown hair. He does this when he is frustrated.

                “So, I guess I will see you at school, for the next two months?” he said.

                “Yeah. I’ll see you too.” I said back with a slight smile out of the corner of my mouth.

                “Good-bye kiss?” Ben suggested and leaned in closer to me. I kissed him on the lips for about three seconds. Anything longer would have been too hard to stop. Ben and I hadn’t had sex yet. Every male in his family is a priest so they don’t believe in pre-marital sex. And I wasn’t ready anyways. Not in high school.

                “Good-night.” I said and got out of his car. I walked to my front door without looking back at him. Tears started falling from my eyes.

                I opened the door and in the living room my mother was sitting on the couch typing something on her MacBook. I ran into my room and cried until I fell asleep.

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