We're Alright
Diamonds Aren't Forever
When I got back to the car I found Tabby hiding in the backseat under a blanket I had back there. “Hey, sorry sweetie, they wouldn’t let me back in until the boys had left.” I explained as she climbed up front. I continued to tell her what had happened as she listened with eager ears. She was clinging on my every word. She knew I’d gone to school with Harry, in fact she knew Harry, but she’d never had the opportunity to meet the others, so she was excited to learn I had met Louis. She’d had a crush on him since his very first X-factor audition.
It didn’t take her long to drift off to sleep. I glanced over at her sleeping form; she was so peaceful. She was sucking lightly on her thumb, her golden curls cascading over her chubby cheeks. She was the stereotypical blonde haired, blue eyed little girl. Her hair former perfect ringlets and her eyes sparkled, a perfect baby blue. Her dress was even baby pink and sparkly. A small smile played on her lips and I couldn’t help but smile myself. I was slightly jealous of her, all I wanted to do was crash in my bed, but as I pulled up outside our house I realised I still had at least a four hour drive ahead of me, assuming there was no traffic and I broke every speed limit.
My step-dad opened the passenger side door, pulling her out of the car. My parents had split up when I was in year nine, and I’d stayed living with my dad in Holmes Chapel, while my mother and younger sister went to live in Gloucestershire with my mums family. A few years later she remarried and I’d joined her for sixth form. That had been her deal; I could finish high school there, but I had to come and live with her to do sixth form. I’d been angry at the time; I didn’t want to leave my friends but I’d made new ones and I still went to visit my dad three weekends a month. I’d have gone for all of them had my friends not complained I was never around. I liked my step-dad, he was nice, and as far as step parents go, I was lucky to have him.
I only got out of the car to stretch my legs and give my mum a hug, She handed me a flask of coffee as well as a can of Rockstar, my favourite energy drink, before wishing me a safe drive and telling me to call her to let her know I got home safely. I promised her I would, and told her I’d come and visit just as soon as I had the chance. I climbed back into my car, plugging in my iPod, and putting it on shuffle. I decided my best bet was to fill the car with obnoxiously loud music and to sing along badly, there was no way I could fall asleep. For four and a half hours my car was filled with the likes of Tonight Alive, Pierce the Veil and A Day To Remember, to name but a few. It was one of the best things about long car journeys; it was just me and my music and the open road.
I finally pulled up outside Dundee university at about 7:30, which meant I had a few hours until I had to be at my lecture, so I decided to race back across campus to my dorm and get a change of clothes. I slipped out of my dirty ones, taking a shower before getting changed into my new ones. I decided on a pair of blew skinny jeans and my owl jumper and my favourite pair of boots. It wasn’t really what I normally wore, but it was simple and warm and comfortable. I proceeded to make my way to the coffee shop near my lecture hall, I was going to need the caffeine, I hadn’t slept since about 3am the day before. I was going to go home and pass out after this. I took my coffee to the lecture hall to wait till the teacher arrived.
I’d been sat alone for fifteen minutes when I felt my phone buzz, it was nearly ten which meant the professor would be here soon, so normally I wouldn’t bother checking it but no one else was here yet. The screen read ‘Jenna’, I stared at it in confusion. Why was she texting me so early?
‘I hear you saw Harry last night ;)’ I groaned.
‘Did Tabby tell you?’ I asked. My older sister still lived in Holmes Chapel. She finished sixth form the year before I finished my GCSE’s, but instead of going to university she started up her own shop and met her future husband. It was a small fashion boutique. I thought it was the most adorable thing, mum on the other hand thought it was a waste. “Gemma’s going to Sheffield and becoming a doctor! Why can’t you do something worthwhile?” her and my mother have barely talked since. My dad then funded the business.
‘Nope, Gem told me. I met her for breakfast this morning.’ I frowned at my phone, how did Gemma know?
‘What?’
‘He must have mentioned it to her.’ Why would he have mentioned it to her though? We barely spoke…
‘‘Yeah, I saw him after the show. I left my bag inside so I had to go back, he made the security guard let me in.’ I wasn’t sure why it matter, but I felt I had to explain.
‘He wants to know if you’ll be at the wedding…’ What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I was going to be at my own sister’s wedding.
‘He’s going to be there?’ I knew his sister would be and probably his parents. Our families had been friends since before Jen and Gemma were born. Our mothers met at the doctors, they were both going for their first scan at the same time. Naturally Gemma and Jenna had become best friends, Harry and I on the other hand barely tolerated each other. We got on when we had to, but for the most part we fought. That being said, he was still one of my best friends as a child. I guess he was just a constant in my life. I helped him when his parents split and he helped me when mine split. We were there when it mattered, but we hadn’t spoken in years. When he’d auditioned for the X-factor he dragged me along, purely out of arrogance, he was so sure he was going to get through and he wanted to show off to me. I’d honestly never heard him sing before that; which I always found odd. I continued to go to all of the shows with his mum and sister though, mostly at Gemma’s insistence. I’d never met any of the other boys though, always going to wait in the car while Gemma and Anne went to congratulate him and the boys. I hadn’t seen him since a month after they finished third though. He was always incredibly busy, and I guess he never felt the need to make time for me because we were never friends. Not that I ever tried to meet up with him, he had his life and I had mine. It meant that I hadn’t seen him in nearly three years though.
‘Yeah, they all are. He offered to perform for us, and I said yes.’ I scrunched up my nose. Was One Direction really wedding music? I noticed the room around me was nearly full now. The professor still wasn’t here though so I had a few more minutes.
‘I guess I’ll see him there then?’ I wasn’t really sure what else to say to that. Harry and I didn’t have anything in common. It seemed unlikely I’d talk to him, and the only time I’d really see him was when he was performing.
‘Is there something going on between the two of you?’ I gawped at my phone, and it must have been noticeable because Lisa leaned over to ask if I was okay.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Which was true. The one time I had tried to tell anyone that I had grown up with Harry they had laughed at me and called me pathetic for lying about something so stupid. Even when I showed them pictures of us as children they just assumed I was some crazy stalker, and told me it was weird to have so many manips of us together. He then proceeded to dump me. Since then I haven’t mentioned it to anyone. Least of all my One Direction obsessed roommate.
‘Last night was the first time I have seen him in nearly three years, how could there be anything going on between us? Anyway in class, tell Gemma I said hi, and I’ll see you for dress fittings at the weekend.’ With that I slipped my phone in my pocket. There was no point me being here if I wasn’t going to concentrate. I managed to make it through the class without falling asleep but only just. I didn’t stay around to chat with Lisa, instead I went straight home and clambered into bed, nearly forgetting to take my shoes off before I fell asleep.
It didn’t take her long to drift off to sleep. I glanced over at her sleeping form; she was so peaceful. She was sucking lightly on her thumb, her golden curls cascading over her chubby cheeks. She was the stereotypical blonde haired, blue eyed little girl. Her hair former perfect ringlets and her eyes sparkled, a perfect baby blue. Her dress was even baby pink and sparkly. A small smile played on her lips and I couldn’t help but smile myself. I was slightly jealous of her, all I wanted to do was crash in my bed, but as I pulled up outside our house I realised I still had at least a four hour drive ahead of me, assuming there was no traffic and I broke every speed limit.
My step-dad opened the passenger side door, pulling her out of the car. My parents had split up when I was in year nine, and I’d stayed living with my dad in Holmes Chapel, while my mother and younger sister went to live in Gloucestershire with my mums family. A few years later she remarried and I’d joined her for sixth form. That had been her deal; I could finish high school there, but I had to come and live with her to do sixth form. I’d been angry at the time; I didn’t want to leave my friends but I’d made new ones and I still went to visit my dad three weekends a month. I’d have gone for all of them had my friends not complained I was never around. I liked my step-dad, he was nice, and as far as step parents go, I was lucky to have him.
I only got out of the car to stretch my legs and give my mum a hug, She handed me a flask of coffee as well as a can of Rockstar, my favourite energy drink, before wishing me a safe drive and telling me to call her to let her know I got home safely. I promised her I would, and told her I’d come and visit just as soon as I had the chance. I climbed back into my car, plugging in my iPod, and putting it on shuffle. I decided my best bet was to fill the car with obnoxiously loud music and to sing along badly, there was no way I could fall asleep. For four and a half hours my car was filled with the likes of Tonight Alive, Pierce the Veil and A Day To Remember, to name but a few. It was one of the best things about long car journeys; it was just me and my music and the open road.
I finally pulled up outside Dundee university at about 7:30, which meant I had a few hours until I had to be at my lecture, so I decided to race back across campus to my dorm and get a change of clothes. I slipped out of my dirty ones, taking a shower before getting changed into my new ones. I decided on a pair of blew skinny jeans and my owl jumper and my favourite pair of boots. It wasn’t really what I normally wore, but it was simple and warm and comfortable. I proceeded to make my way to the coffee shop near my lecture hall, I was going to need the caffeine, I hadn’t slept since about 3am the day before. I was going to go home and pass out after this. I took my coffee to the lecture hall to wait till the teacher arrived.
I’d been sat alone for fifteen minutes when I felt my phone buzz, it was nearly ten which meant the professor would be here soon, so normally I wouldn’t bother checking it but no one else was here yet. The screen read ‘Jenna’, I stared at it in confusion. Why was she texting me so early?
‘I hear you saw Harry last night ;)’ I groaned.
‘Did Tabby tell you?’ I asked. My older sister still lived in Holmes Chapel. She finished sixth form the year before I finished my GCSE’s, but instead of going to university she started up her own shop and met her future husband. It was a small fashion boutique. I thought it was the most adorable thing, mum on the other hand thought it was a waste. “Gemma’s going to Sheffield and becoming a doctor! Why can’t you do something worthwhile?” her and my mother have barely talked since. My dad then funded the business.
‘Nope, Gem told me. I met her for breakfast this morning.’ I frowned at my phone, how did Gemma know?
‘What?’
‘He must have mentioned it to her.’ Why would he have mentioned it to her though? We barely spoke…
‘‘Yeah, I saw him after the show. I left my bag inside so I had to go back, he made the security guard let me in.’ I wasn’t sure why it matter, but I felt I had to explain.
‘He wants to know if you’ll be at the wedding…’ What kind of stupid question is that? Of course I was going to be at my own sister’s wedding.
‘He’s going to be there?’ I knew his sister would be and probably his parents. Our families had been friends since before Jen and Gemma were born. Our mothers met at the doctors, they were both going for their first scan at the same time. Naturally Gemma and Jenna had become best friends, Harry and I on the other hand barely tolerated each other. We got on when we had to, but for the most part we fought. That being said, he was still one of my best friends as a child. I guess he was just a constant in my life. I helped him when his parents split and he helped me when mine split. We were there when it mattered, but we hadn’t spoken in years. When he’d auditioned for the X-factor he dragged me along, purely out of arrogance, he was so sure he was going to get through and he wanted to show off to me. I’d honestly never heard him sing before that; which I always found odd. I continued to go to all of the shows with his mum and sister though, mostly at Gemma’s insistence. I’d never met any of the other boys though, always going to wait in the car while Gemma and Anne went to congratulate him and the boys. I hadn’t seen him since a month after they finished third though. He was always incredibly busy, and I guess he never felt the need to make time for me because we were never friends. Not that I ever tried to meet up with him, he had his life and I had mine. It meant that I hadn’t seen him in nearly three years though.
‘Yeah, they all are. He offered to perform for us, and I said yes.’ I scrunched up my nose. Was One Direction really wedding music? I noticed the room around me was nearly full now. The professor still wasn’t here though so I had a few more minutes.
‘I guess I’ll see him there then?’ I wasn’t really sure what else to say to that. Harry and I didn’t have anything in common. It seemed unlikely I’d talk to him, and the only time I’d really see him was when he was performing.
‘Is there something going on between the two of you?’ I gawped at my phone, and it must have been noticeable because Lisa leaned over to ask if I was okay.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Which was true. The one time I had tried to tell anyone that I had grown up with Harry they had laughed at me and called me pathetic for lying about something so stupid. Even when I showed them pictures of us as children they just assumed I was some crazy stalker, and told me it was weird to have so many manips of us together. He then proceeded to dump me. Since then I haven’t mentioned it to anyone. Least of all my One Direction obsessed roommate.
‘Last night was the first time I have seen him in nearly three years, how could there be anything going on between us? Anyway in class, tell Gemma I said hi, and I’ll see you for dress fittings at the weekend.’ With that I slipped my phone in my pocket. There was no point me being here if I wasn’t going to concentrate. I managed to make it through the class without falling asleep but only just. I didn’t stay around to chat with Lisa, instead I went straight home and clambered into bed, nearly forgetting to take my shoes off before I fell asleep.
Notes
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3/16/14