Detentions and an Irish lad!
Surprise
~1 Week later~
***Jess's POV***
I broke my promise with Niall which I feel really guilty about but I can't stop. I know my father nor mother wouldn't be proud and aren't proud. I'm down to eating a fraction of a cereal bar a day- if that?! Today is my last day of sixth form and also the day I get my A- level results back!
If I get a good enough grade in Make-up and Fashion then Lou (Teasdale) promised me a job working for the boys with her! I also get to go on tour with them which is starting in just over a week.
~few hours later~
So, I got 1 A*, 3 A's and a B so I guess I get to go on tour in a week and a half, whoo... (Note the sarcasm). You're probably asking why I'm not excited, I mean yeah, it would be cool but my dad just died. You don't expect me to be happy do you?
Dad's funeral is tomorrow and I've just finished writing a speech after ages of sharpening and breaking pencils before I finally settled on using a pen. I realised that I'm alone...in a dark house..... with only a small amount of light being transmitted from the street lamps.
Oh
No....
I get that feeling of emptiness in my stomach, you know the feeling when you can feel your heart in the back of your throat? Yeah, that! I waste no time in dropping my pen on the cold wooden floor watching the black and red ink explode onto it, some even seeping through the floorboards. I ran into the bathroom and searched for the light switch.
I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that it wasn't good enough. I caught a glimpse of a bright reflector and realised what it was. No. No. No!
" Don't do it Jess" I kept on repeating to myself as my, still, bandaged hands shakily reached for the object. I clasped my hand around it, not caring about my fingertips that were oozing with blood produced by the sharp cuts that the thin engraved Aluminium had left.
I smiled to myself as my left hand, too, came in contact with my right. I passed the shiny guilty pleasure towards my left hand and saw that my hand had a lot of cuts on it. I didn't care! As my right hands fingertips traced the parallel sides of the blade, I could feel the pulse that my thumb had produced. ( if you didn't know, your thumb has its own pulse)
Because both of my wrists were bandaged I was forced to substitute my left thigh. I scurried towards the, now, closed door and sat down in front of it, facing the bath. Once again, the silver blade moved from my right to left hand constantly- back and forth, to and thro, heave and ho. I settled with using my right hand as it was already severely cut!
I had already lined up my victim, my thigh, and placed the, now, ruddy blade there.
"Three"
I whispered as my hand got a tighter grip of the blade.
"Two"
I said a bit louder in pain as the cool object dug into my skin.
"One"
I shouted out of pleasure as the blade sliced across my skin in a beautifully ugly way creating a fresh cut onto my flabby thighs.
After I cleaned myself up I went back into my bedroom and checked my messages, seeing that I had 3- One from Niall, one from mum and one from Gorilla. I checked Mums first as I wanted to save the best till' last.
Mum: Hi honey, staying at a friends house tonight, will meet you at the service tomorrow x
I quickly tapped a reply in return just saying okay.
Niall: I've got a surprise for you tomorrow- I know it's not the best day to have it but I bet you'll love it! Have a good sleep babe and I'll see you in the good ol' morrow!x
I laughed at his stupidness and texted him a goodnight text back. Now to check Harry's message.
Gorilla: can't wait for you to see the surprise tomorrow! Bet you'll love it. Night, jessiepoo! Xx
What's up with these nicknames for me? I want to know what the surprise is!
Me: Naww, dang it I really want to know what the surprise is! Night Hy (pronounced ha-chey. Its what I call my brother who's name is also Harry!)
Next morning~ ( A/N sorry for all the skipping in time!)
I put on a little black dress ( see what I did there?) and red lipstick as it was my fathers funeral and he loved it when I wore red lipstick! My go to black flats were in need as I wasn't about to put on my scruffy black vans! I do have some class!
~
The funeral was slowly coming to an end and it was almost time for me to do my speech. Liam sensed my nervousness and held my hand as he was the one sitting next to me.
" you'll do fine, Hun. No one will judge you for crying, it's okay to cry at these things." This is why I love Liam. He's so comforting in times of need! I smiled small at him before my mother announced that I was going to 'say a few words'. I walked up to the podium and let the words run out of my mouth.
" This man, this very man who lay in thing coffin right this moment was not only my father. He was my best friend. He comforted me when he could and yet we argued like brother and sister and we-we tr-trusted each other like best friends." Here come the waterworks I thought to myself as a lump formed in my Oesophagus " He didn't have to risk his life for everyone in this country, but he did and he did a great job protecting us all! It's funny how we think of ourselves to be so strong in the real world and yet when it comes to things like this, we look weak. But it's okay to be weak in times of need, it's okay to cry! And now I feel as if I'm rambling on" I lightly laughed as I felt the salty tears enter my mouth. I wiped the dry hair off of my face and carried on to wrap things up. " so I guess what I'm trying to say is, that um thankyou, dad for being such a great person and lover to us! Goodbye..."
I drifted off as I heard my voice become dry and raspy and tears stung my eyes once again. I calmly walked back over to my row where I was sitting. The boys and girls all came over to give my a hug. We stayed in this hug until the hall was empty.
After we watched his coffin get lowered into the ground, the boys and girls took me back to their place where they put a blindfold on me and made me wait in a closet until my 'surprise' was ready, I could hear shuffling of feet and the door opening and closing after a period of time.
" you guys aren't gonna kidnap me or rape me or some shit are you?" I whispered which received a few unfamiliar chuckles but you could still hear Niall's stand out from the rest of them.
A familiar voice took me away from my thoughts.
"No, love, we aren't!" Australian?
I quickly removed my blindfold only to see my favourite band of all time standing there!
OH
MY
GOD
***Jess's POV***
I broke my promise with Niall which I feel really guilty about but I can't stop. I know my father nor mother wouldn't be proud and aren't proud. I'm down to eating a fraction of a cereal bar a day- if that?! Today is my last day of sixth form and also the day I get my A- level results back!
If I get a good enough grade in Make-up and Fashion then Lou (Teasdale) promised me a job working for the boys with her! I also get to go on tour with them which is starting in just over a week.
~few hours later~
So, I got 1 A*, 3 A's and a B so I guess I get to go on tour in a week and a half, whoo... (Note the sarcasm). You're probably asking why I'm not excited, I mean yeah, it would be cool but my dad just died. You don't expect me to be happy do you?
Dad's funeral is tomorrow and I've just finished writing a speech after ages of sharpening and breaking pencils before I finally settled on using a pen. I realised that I'm alone...in a dark house..... with only a small amount of light being transmitted from the street lamps.
Oh
No....
I get that feeling of emptiness in my stomach, you know the feeling when you can feel your heart in the back of your throat? Yeah, that! I waste no time in dropping my pen on the cold wooden floor watching the black and red ink explode onto it, some even seeping through the floorboards. I ran into the bathroom and searched for the light switch.
I looked at myself in the mirror and decided that it wasn't good enough. I caught a glimpse of a bright reflector and realised what it was. No. No. No!
" Don't do it Jess" I kept on repeating to myself as my, still, bandaged hands shakily reached for the object. I clasped my hand around it, not caring about my fingertips that were oozing with blood produced by the sharp cuts that the thin engraved Aluminium had left.
I smiled to myself as my left hand, too, came in contact with my right. I passed the shiny guilty pleasure towards my left hand and saw that my hand had a lot of cuts on it. I didn't care! As my right hands fingertips traced the parallel sides of the blade, I could feel the pulse that my thumb had produced. ( if you didn't know, your thumb has its own pulse)
Because both of my wrists were bandaged I was forced to substitute my left thigh. I scurried towards the, now, closed door and sat down in front of it, facing the bath. Once again, the silver blade moved from my right to left hand constantly- back and forth, to and thro, heave and ho. I settled with using my right hand as it was already severely cut!
I had already lined up my victim, my thigh, and placed the, now, ruddy blade there.
"Three"
I whispered as my hand got a tighter grip of the blade.
"Two"
I said a bit louder in pain as the cool object dug into my skin.
"One"
I shouted out of pleasure as the blade sliced across my skin in a beautifully ugly way creating a fresh cut onto my flabby thighs.
After I cleaned myself up I went back into my bedroom and checked my messages, seeing that I had 3- One from Niall, one from mum and one from Gorilla. I checked Mums first as I wanted to save the best till' last.
Mum: Hi honey, staying at a friends house tonight, will meet you at the service tomorrow x
I quickly tapped a reply in return just saying okay.
Niall: I've got a surprise for you tomorrow- I know it's not the best day to have it but I bet you'll love it! Have a good sleep babe and I'll see you in the good ol' morrow!x
I laughed at his stupidness and texted him a goodnight text back. Now to check Harry's message.
Gorilla: can't wait for you to see the surprise tomorrow! Bet you'll love it. Night, jessiepoo! Xx
What's up with these nicknames for me? I want to know what the surprise is!
Me: Naww, dang it I really want to know what the surprise is! Night Hy (pronounced ha-chey. Its what I call my brother who's name is also Harry!)
Next morning~ ( A/N sorry for all the skipping in time!)
I put on a little black dress ( see what I did there?) and red lipstick as it was my fathers funeral and he loved it when I wore red lipstick! My go to black flats were in need as I wasn't about to put on my scruffy black vans! I do have some class!
~
The funeral was slowly coming to an end and it was almost time for me to do my speech. Liam sensed my nervousness and held my hand as he was the one sitting next to me.
" you'll do fine, Hun. No one will judge you for crying, it's okay to cry at these things." This is why I love Liam. He's so comforting in times of need! I smiled small at him before my mother announced that I was going to 'say a few words'. I walked up to the podium and let the words run out of my mouth.
" This man, this very man who lay in thing coffin right this moment was not only my father. He was my best friend. He comforted me when he could and yet we argued like brother and sister and we-we tr-trusted each other like best friends." Here come the waterworks I thought to myself as a lump formed in my Oesophagus " He didn't have to risk his life for everyone in this country, but he did and he did a great job protecting us all! It's funny how we think of ourselves to be so strong in the real world and yet when it comes to things like this, we look weak. But it's okay to be weak in times of need, it's okay to cry! And now I feel as if I'm rambling on" I lightly laughed as I felt the salty tears enter my mouth. I wiped the dry hair off of my face and carried on to wrap things up. " so I guess what I'm trying to say is, that um thankyou, dad for being such a great person and lover to us! Goodbye..."
I drifted off as I heard my voice become dry and raspy and tears stung my eyes once again. I calmly walked back over to my row where I was sitting. The boys and girls all came over to give my a hug. We stayed in this hug until the hall was empty.
After we watched his coffin get lowered into the ground, the boys and girls took me back to their place where they put a blindfold on me and made me wait in a closet until my 'surprise' was ready, I could hear shuffling of feet and the door opening and closing after a period of time.
" you guys aren't gonna kidnap me or rape me or some shit are you?" I whispered which received a few unfamiliar chuckles but you could still hear Niall's stand out from the rest of them.
A familiar voice took me away from my thoughts.
"No, love, we aren't!" Australian?
I quickly removed my blindfold only to see my favourite band of all time standing there!
OH
MY
GOD
Notes
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