Biggest Mistake Of My Life? (1D fan Fiction)

Jasmine Harley is only nineteen, but she's getting married... to a man she doesn't love.
If she doesn't marry him, her family will disown her, but if she does, then she has to spend the rest of her life with Kyle.
This wedding could be the biggest mistake of her life, so what happens when she goes against her famiy and runs away? What happens when she finds love in one of the most unlikely place... with One Direction?


3. Follow Your Dreams

All I can think about is what Olivia said. William.

  No ones heard from Will in years. I thought no one knew what happened to him. Everyone seemed to carry on as if he never left. I can’t really remember it too well; I was only eight at the time. One night I woke up to shout downstairs. I’m used to mother and father arguing, but that time I heard William’s voice as well. His and mother were screaming at each other. I don’t remember what they were saying exactly, but I remember how scared I was hearing my brother shout. He was a whole ten years older than me and the one that I loved more than anyone. The rest of the family hardly acknowledged my presence.

  Then he just left. Just like that. He screamed at mother that he was sick of following her endless, pointless rules. He wanted more from his life than sitting behind a desk like she expected him to do. So he stormed out. We never heard from him again.

  At first I hated him for leaving me with nobody, but eventually I realised that I can’t resent him for it because I would have done the same in a heartbeat. Well, if I had the courage.

  The address Olivia gave me is in London, five hours away, so I stop halfway at a service station. I’ve had countless calls from all the people I want to speak to least right now. I’ve ignored them all and only texted Kitty to tell her where I’m going. I know she won't tell. I sit down at a small table in the Starbucks nestled in between the petrol station and a Tesco Express. I nibble my muffin and sip the hot chocolate – even though it’s the middle of the summer my order never changes – and star blankly at the screen of my phone.

  I know I have to call him, but I don’t know what to say to him – it’s been nearly twelve years since I last saw him. Maybe this isn’t even his number anymore? Maybe he doesn’t live in London?

  Well the only way to find out is if I try, so, reluctantly, I dial his number and press call. The phone rings a few times and I wonder how long I can wait, my muscles tensed in anticipation. Finally someone picks up. “Hello, this is William Harley.”

  I let out a breath I must have been holding without realising it. I feel myself relax into my chair at the sound of the familiar voice. His voice hasn’t changed a bit. “Hey Will.”

  “Er, who’s speaking?” I almost laugh at the confusion in his voice. Of course he doesn’t recognise me. I was eight last time we saw each other. That makes Will... wow, he’s nearly thirty!

  “Jasmine, Jasmine Harley,” There’s silence on the other end of the phone, so I add. “Your sister.”

  Still nothing. I’m half convinced that he’ll tell me I’ve got a wrong number and that he doesn’t know a Jasmine Harley, but finally he finds his voice. “Jaz? Is that really you?” I can hear the uncertainty in his tone.

  I laugh in relief. “Yeah, it’s me. Wow, it’s been a long time.”

  “You don’t say - how old are you now?”


  I can almost hear his jaw drop. “Nineteen?” I laugh again. “How’d you get my number?”

  “Olivia.” I reply, but I’m not sure he even remembers who she is.

  “Oh yeah! How come she gave it to you?”

  I raise my eyebrows even though he can’t see me. “It sounds like you don’t want me talking to you.”

  “No, no I don’t mean it like that.” He replies hurriedly. “Don’t go; I haven’t heard from anyone for ages.  Olivia said she’d use the number in emergencies.”

  I smile. “I don’t know whether this is an emergency, but you’re the person she sent me to.”


  “Erm...” What do I tell him? After twelve years I can’t just call him up and say ‘hi, I just ran out of my own wedding, can I stay with you?’ Instead I say, “I’ll explain in person.”

  “Jaz, what have you done?” I can tell he’s only half joking.

  I laugh, slightly nervously now. “Look, I’m heading down to London – can I meet you somewhere?”

  “You’re coming to London?!” He can’t hide the obvious excitement in his voice.

  “Yeah, I’m about two hours away in a service station.”

  “Wow, you could have warned me you were coming, I had no idea.

  “Erm, well it wasn’t exactly planned.” Hmm... Did I plan on running out of the chapel? Not exactly.

  “Well, I’ll give you my address and I can meet you there. I get off work in an hour.” I look down at my watch and see it’s barely three o’clock. It’s been a long day. I realise I don’t even know what job he does. We have a lot to catch up on.

  “It’s okay, Olivia gave me you’re address too. I’ll see you there.”

  “I can’t wait! Bye Jaz, see you in a bit.”

  “Bye Will.”

  I smile as he hangs up; I forgot how much I love my big brother. It’s nice just to hear his voice, and now I’ll be able to see him again. I quickly drain my hot chocolate and take the rest of my muffin with me as I jump back in the car, speed limit forgotten as I race to London.


  I pull up in front of a modest detached house in the centre of London. It might not look big, but it must have cost a fortune this close to the centre. I park next to a flash Audi in the wide driveway; he must be doing well for himself to afford all this. I know our parents have cut him off and probably written him out of their will. I won't be in it anymore either. Oh well, Sapphire can have it all for all I care.

  I sit in my car and wait for a moment, looking up at the house. As fast as I drove to get here, I’m suddenly unsure of myself. What if he’s got a girlfriend? Wife? Kids even? Surely he can’t live here on his own. What will they think if I just turn up out of the blue?

  Before I can change my mind the front door bursts open and Will stands in front of me. He hasn’t changed a bit. He still has the same blond hair and blue eyes matching mine, but his hair’s shorter and he looks more... manly. He’s grown out of his boyish looks and I see the man in front of me. He’s wearing his smart shirt with the first few buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

  The familiarity of him makes me jump out of the car and throw myself into his open arms with a grin on my face. I hold him tightly, breathing in the smell of cologne. It surprises me to find I’m not the much shorter than him. All my memories of him seem to be of him towering over me. Will seems to be thinking the same thing. “Wow, you’ve grown.”

  I pull back and grin goofily at him. “I missed you.”

  He returns my smile, ruffling my hair. “I missed you too baby sister.”

  I pull back, flattening my hair and cross my arms in a fake pout. “Hey, I’m not so little any more.”

  “You’ll always be my baby sister.” Will takes my hand and tugs me inside. The hallway is small with only a coat rack and stairs leading up on the right. He pulls me straight through to the living room. I can’t wipe the stupid grin off my face as I look around at the room. Two comfortable looking red sofas and a scattering of throws and pillows make it look cosy and lived in. A book shelf covers one wall, all of the books are well read and photos are propped up in frames containing people I don’t recognise. The final wall has a large flat screen TV hanging over the fireplace, but switched off it looks more like a mirror.

  I’ve only been in here a minute and it already feels more like home than the museum of a house I’m used to.

  “I love it.” I tell Will honestly. He just chuckles and leaves me staring at the photos. I see one photo of him and a woman – they’re both asleep, her nestled in his lap and his head rests on hers. She has black hair that stands out starkly against her pale skin, giving me the impression of Snow White, except without the blood red lips. As Will comes back into the room carrying two cups I ask him. “Who’s this?”

  He looks at the photo, handing me my cup of tea, and I see a smile playing on the corners of his lips. “That’s Dana, my fiancé.”

  My eyebrows shoot right up my forehead; so far I’m sure they must disappear. He’s going to get married? Even after all mother’s rules? I don’t think I’ll ever get married now. It will only be tainted with thoughts of the wedding I didn’t want. Will notices my expression and guesses what it’s about. “I can’t let her ruin the relationship I have now. I want to be with her forever, so we’re getting married.” He says it simply, as if that’s all there is to it.

  I just shake my head. “I won’t ever get married.”

  He frowns. “Why not?”

  I shrug. “I don’t think it will hold the same meaning to me anymore.”

  Will must realise there’s something big missing from his knowledge of my life – which would be right – so he pulls me down to sit next to him on one of the sofa; it’s even more comfortable than it looks. “What happened?” I press my lips together, thinking about to break it to him. “Come on Jaz, I know something’s wrong. You just turn up on my doorstep with only a couple of hours warning. What happened?”

  “I was supposed to get married today.” My mouth blurts out, without my permission. I look down, refusing to look at Will. When he doesn’t say anything, I add. “But I ran out in the middle of the wedding.”

  I look up at Will as he chokes on the tea he was about to swallow. Half of the cup ends up down the front of his shirt, but he doesn’t pay it any attention. “You were getting married?!”

  I nod. “And ran out during the vows.” I remind him, just in case he hadn’t heard. He chokes again and I reach to pat him on the back before I realise he’s laughing. I scowl at him, “It’s not funny.” But even as the words leave my lips I can feel them curling upwards. I can see how it might be funny from someone else’s point of view.

  “You - You’ve got to be kidding me.” He manages to say through his laughter.

  I shake my head. “Nope; this morning I was in the big white dress about to sign my life away.”

  He must hear the undertone of sadness in my voice because he stops laughing and attempts a serious expression. “You didn’t love him?”

  I want to raise an eyebrow, like everyone else seems to be able to do, but it just gives my face a pained look, so I say, “Is it that obvious?”

  Will shakes his head. “Why did you say yes then?”

  I shrug, “Because I turn twenty in a month and if I didn’t marry soon then...” I trail off, “Well, you know mother.”

  He cringes at the reminder of our childhood. “I’m sorry.”

  I frown, confused. “What for? It’s not your fault.”

  “But I should have been there...”

  “No.” I say firmly. “It’s not your fault - it’s mine for going along with it for so long.”

  “But, I could have-“


  I roll my eyes, “There was nothing you could do. I’m here now. Not with Kyle, and I’m not planning on going back any time soon.”

  Will frowns guiltily some more, but he drops it. After he cleans up his shirt, we talk about everything that’s happened over the last few years to the two of us. I tell him about high school, Sapphire getting married, what happened with Kyle and in return he tells me that he works at a major recording studio, he met Dana four years ago and they’re planning a wedding next April. Dana sounds nice enough, apart from her likeness to Snow White, she’s an architect with a busy schedule. I’m glad that he’s found someone he loves. I can see it in his eyes that he’s never loved anyone more. When I ask where she is he tells me she’s away on a business trip.

  “She only left yesterday and won’t be back for a week - some big project in Manchester needs her.” He leans up against the polished kitchen unit. “So, what are you planning on doing?”

  “Erm, well I don’t really know. I was hoping I could stay with you for a bit before I get a place of my own.”

  I look down at the floor, embarrassed at having to ask for his help, but he shrugs. “You can stay as long as you need, I’m sure Dana won't mind. What about getting a job?”

  Hmm... This is the bit I’m not certain about. I left school almost two years ago, but mother refused to let me get a job, instead focusing on getting me a husband, and after that, arranging a wedding. I stayed on at school and got descent A-levels. Father insisted I take Maths, so I only scraped a pass, but my Drama and Music were better, but what good are they going to be when I’m trying to get a job?

  I tell Will, and he looks thoughtful. “Well... what do you want to do?”

  That I can answer immediately. “Acting.”

  He smiles at my quick response. “Then we have our answer. You always were the little drama queen.”

  I frown. “But it’s so hard to become an Actress – there’re a lot of people out there who can’t get jobs in acting.”

  He shrugs, “Well you’re just going to have to work at it. You can’t let anything stop you from wanting to do what you love best.”

  It’s nice to have someone supportive for a change. I grin at him; it’s time to follow my dreams.

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