Chapter 6:
Juliet’s POV
We pulled into a long driveway and Mr. Styles put the car in park. My heart started beating a million miles per minute, I swear everyone could hear it. She’s going to be so mad. I coughed and turned to Mr. Styles, only to find him staring at my arm.
“You know, me and Paris don’t want to impose.” I bit the inside of my cheek getting more nervous by the second.
His eyes shot up from my arm to my eyes, “Are you serious? You’re not imposing! Me and my fiancé would be happy to have you stay here tonight.” He opened his car door, “Leggo.”
I couldn’t help but giggle at his attempt to make me feel better of the situation. I mean, who says leggo? I opened my door and got out. I waited for Paris to get out and when she did, her and I walked behind Mr. Styles to his front door.
He opened the door and motioned for us to come in. he led us through a long hallway that emptied out into the living room.
“She’s probably in the kitchen, but-” He was interrupted by the sound of a woman’s voice.
“Oh there you are Harry, I was worried you wouldn’t be home like last night.” There stood in front of us was a woman with jet black hair and crystal blue eyes. Her slim figure and petite hands carrying a dishcloth, walked closer to us. “And who might these two be?” She shot a smile in out direction, which I gladly returned with a little less enthusiasm as usual.
“This is Juliet,” he motioned towards me, “and Paris,” he motioned towards my sister. “They’re sisters and well… here come into the kitchen quick.” He motioned her into the kitchen and she gladly followed.
Paris and I stayed put in the middle of the living room and I awkwardly shuffled my feet. I know they were talking about us. It made me kind of jealous to think of his fiancé and Mr. Styles in the same home. Sleeping in the same bed, sharing kissed… I shook my head stop Juliet.
I heard a really loud gasp and someone ‘shushing’ them. Just then the kitchen door flew open and a very worried fiancé stood covering her mouth.
“Honey” she cooed walking towards me, taking arm in her hands, “let’s get some ice for this… and is…is that glass? Oh my! It’s in your hands!” she circled around me, “and your legs and arms!” her concerned and worried eyes starred into mine, “Harry,” she called.
“Yes?” he appeared behind her.
“Grab me some ice, tweezers and the first aid kit. I'm going to handle Juliet here while you help Paris. I think Juliet has the worst injuries.” He nodded and ran off up the stairs. Well this is going better than expected.
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I flinched and dug my teeth into my bottom lip. I was currently sitting atop of the bathroom sink, with as I known her as Karen, picking glass out of my hands. She had already got all the glass out of my back and legs and bandaged up my elbow, which had a cut on it.
I squeezed my eyes shit and dug my teeth farther into my lip, drawing blood. I hate to admit, but the way Karen’s being right now, reminds me my mum. How she is telling me funny stories, trying to make me forget some of the pain.
I thought Karen would be terrible and mean and hate us being in her house, but she’s the complete opposite. She already told me a little while ago that Paris and I were welcomed to stay, as long as we’d like and she said that she wouldn’t let us get hurt again.
Jesus, can this woman stop being so…just…perfect? No wonder Mr. Styles is marrying her. If I were him, or even lesbian, I’d jump on that. Now Jules, you’ve officially lost it. You’re not gay! No you’re not!
“And…” she pulled one more piece out, “done!” This girl is a miracle woman.
“Thanks… for well, everything.”
She stopped putting the supplies away and looked at me with her eyebrows frowned. “Hunny,” she moved over towards me and placed her hand on my knee. “It’s my pleasure, truly. You know Harold told me about, well… your past… your mom and stuff, and just know even though I haven’t known you long, you can always talk to me. I mean, I can relate to your situation.”
She shook her head and pulled her hand away from my knee, scratching her arm, “anyway, tomorrow Harry will take you and Paris to school and afterwards, he will take you both to your house to get some clothes and stuff. I don’t want you staying in a home like that, I’ll call someone about your father.”
My eyes shot up from my lap and I stared at her in pure disbelief, my eyebrows were raised. “You…you just… you cant… but…it’s… he…he’s my dad and…”
She interrupted me and shook her finger. “No, no. I’m going to call children’s services. No one deserves to be in a home like that. I don’t care if you hate me for it someone needs to be told. You are not living in an environment like that!”
My eyes fell down to my lap and tears started to form. “Hunny… it’s just, I was in a similar position at your age. I said I didn’t want anyone to know, when truth was, I just wanted to saved.” I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to block out the tears threatening to spill. “It’s okay to cry,” she cooed and rubbed my back in a motherly way, “let it out.”
I looked into her eyes and saw tears streaming down her face as well. Mine finally came down and I threw my head into her chest, wrapping my hands around her back. I cried into her chest while she rocked me back and forth. For the first time, in a long time, I finally felt like I’m being loved. Like I have a mother again.
**
My head hit the plush fluffy pillow as I laughed uncontrollably.
“It’s true, it’s true! And to make it all better,” Karen paused for dramatic effect, “it looked like he whizzed his pants!”
We were both sent into another fit of laughter. I was currently lying on Mr. Styles and Karen’s ben laughing my ass off at the stories she’s telling me about when ‘Harry’ was a teen. After our crying session in the bathroom, she took me to their bedroom, put in a movie, made tea, and told Mr. Styles and Paris to watch television downstairs.
But right now, I wasn’t concerned about the drama on the television; I was concerned about how Mr. Styles’ reputation probably went down after he ‘whizzed’ himself in primary school. Karen and I were in a state of laughing so hard, no noise was coming out, so we are basically clapping are hands like retarded seals.
I sat up in the bed and pretended to whip imaginary tears off my face. She remained lying down with her arms crossed behind her head, smiling like a Cheshire cat. Suddenly her smile dropped and she let out a huge sigh, I raised an eyebrow.
“Everything alright Karen?
She looked up at me with eyes you could tell were broken, “Can you keep a secret Jules?”
I nodded my head, “yes ma’am.”
She smiles weak and sat up looking at her lap and fiddles with her thumbs. “I use to have the biggest crush on Harry. All through primary to secondary, we became best friends we were inseparable. I always pushed my feelings aside for him… until one day I just…I couldn’t watch him snog another blonde bimbo he met at a club, so I told him. All my feelings from the bottom of my heart… and it turned out he felt the same way,” he crystal eyes met mine as she smiled.
“We dated and everything was great, I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone so much. Everyday out love was only getting stronger… and then out of the blue he asked for my hand in marriage.” She took a deep breath before continuing, “of course I said yes, but there was this part of me telling me to say no… that it wasn’t met to be. My mum always told me ‘if you love someone never let them go’ so that’s what I did, I pushed away the part that was saying no and did what my head told me to do,” she shook her head and once again, her eyes met mine.
“That’s the problem… I listened to my head,” she pointed to her head. “Not my heart,” she pointed to her heart. “You’re meant to fall in love with someone, but not meant to be together.”
I stared at her in confusion as she only gave me a weak smile. Finally the puzzle piece clicked in my head and I gasped “You,” I started.
She nodded, “I love Harry…as a best friend…not a husband.”
Harry’s POV
I threw my head back into the plush cushions off the couch and placed my hands over my face trying to control my laughter. “I know right! The worst part she had the toilet paper on the bottom of her foot!”
Paris and I were sent into another giggle fit as the image of Juliet being a bridesmaid at a wedding, walking down the isle with toilet paper on the bottom of her foot flashed in front of my eyes. I put my hands on my knees and blinked away my imaginary tears. I turned to Paris and her eyes met mine. We stared at each other for a moment before losing control and laughing again.
“You’re funny,” I commented while finally regulating my breathing and crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“It comes naturally,” she flicked her hair behind her shoulder and made a fake snooty face. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her silliness. “So… Harry. Karen seems nice.” She smiled, while the grim I was wearing slipped off my face. Her eyebrows raised in confusion, “is there something wrong Harry?”
My eyes trailed from my lap to Paris’ hazel ones and I bit my lip. “Can you well… keep a err secret?” I questioned while inhaling deeply.
“Of course,” she smiled sitting up more straight, pulling her knees to her chest.
“Well,” I started. “Karen and I… we go way back. I think the first time we met was primary…” I let my mind slip into a flashback remembering the time I met Karen.
Flashback
“Hey curwly,” my eyes hot up from the picture I was drawing and I focused on the small black haired beauty standing in front of me.
“Yhes.” I questioned while standing up and placing my little hands on my hopes.
She only giggles and walked across the table to get to me, “I was juswt gunna tewl youh that youh have very pwetty haiwr.”
I stomped my foot, but couldn’t hold back the little smile forming on my chubby cheeks, “my haiwr is not pwetty!”
She giggled again and shook her head looking at the ground. She turned around and started to walk off, she turned her head back to me before running off and said, “Is too.”
Flashback Over
“From then on out, we ere inseparable. We did everything together.” I took a deep breath and continued, “Have you ever liked someone?” I questioned. Her eyes lit up and she nodded her head. “Have you ever gotten those butterflies in your tummy when they’re around?” she giggled, but slowly nodded.
“That’s how I felt with Karen. Everyday I would get the same bug rush. Everyday I’d fall in love with her again. But… but something just…out love… it’s flame it…it lost its spark…” I trailed off and was lost for words.
“You know,” Paris started, “sometimes you’re meant to fall in love with someone… but not meant to be together.” I nodded my head and smiled in her direction. “So,” She coughed and shifted awkwardly in her spot on the couch. “Your saying…” she trailed off and I finished her sentence.
“I love Karen…as a best friend… not a wife.”
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I know the chapter is a little short, decided to write anyways.
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Notes

How is it so far? Boring?

Should I have more spacing between each paragraph? Would it be easier to read that way?