The Right Road to Love
Chapter 58
Jenna P.O.V
I started boiling. I shook my head, storming off to my room before Zayn put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around, closing my eyes to cover up the proof of my crying.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Just leave me alone." I said with the crack in my voice. Yeah, it's totally obvious now.
I'm not sad. I'm just angry. I am totally fine with them going out together being friends, like they are, but if it is a date then.. ugh.
And the other fact that I'm slowly losing my best friend.. and how are arguments are getting more and more common, this never happened when we didn't meet them!
I shut the door rather loudly and locked it, before jumping on the bed and burying my face in the pillow, crying my heart out.
... So if she'll play this card, I'll play the same.
But not with Harry!
She could basically kick me out of here, she bought the apartment and I bought the furniture. Hmph, she could never kick me out.. she'd have nothing in the house.
I even cursed at her! What is wrong with my mouth? Well, I'm not any worse. She cursed more times than me, which does make her 'the bitch', as much as I hate to say. She doesn't realize it, she's like a little kid. Gets distracted by a magnificent object, and excuse the reality. I doubt she even knows that our friendship is dividing. If she'll drive me nuts, then I'll do it to her.
About an hour or so, I've heard constant knocking, voices, and brief pauses of both, before they would be brought back again. How stupid Alyssa really is. It's nearing Winter and she just walks out unprepared. How delusional. I doubt she came back, no one is talking to her.
Center of attention award goes to her.
Of course she wants the support. Stay in the circle of the boys, while I'm the far out one. Exact same thing when Zayn and I called quits. Talked to the boys while I was miserable. Yeah, I guess I should've joined in when I needed too, but you don't need to all the time. It's called being weak.
Enough of these worthless thoughts.
I changed for the chilling weather and it turned out to be this. I softly chuckled to myself. I've already thought about this for a long time, and finally I'm absolutely sure. I'm positive it would drive Alyssa insane. She would probably hate me, but who cares? She probably hates me now.
"Harry." I said, my voice echoing. Harry stood up hearing my voice and came to me, taking myself into his arms.
"Okay?" he asked.
"More than that." I muttered and took his hand all the way down to the apartment exit.
"Woah! Where are we going?" Harry asked. I didn't answer him. I looked on the busy streets of London and saw Alyssa in the far left. I rolled my eyes.
I couldn't give a crap about her this moment.
I picked up that she was glaring at us, but she'd never know what I was doing.
"Should we go talk to her?" Harry asked and I shook my head.
"No." I replied and now we were at the entrance of a.. Tattoo Parlor. I smirked and looked at Harry. He seemed shocked. An expression like this who goes to a Tattoo Parlor like it was his home. The ink on his skin should've been obvious.
"Can you please have my back in here? I'm kind of nervous.." I told him.
"If you're nervous, why are you here?" he asked.
"I'm ready to get it, but I'm nervous if it is going to hurt a lot." I replied and he smiled.
"It's okay. I have you remember?" he answered and we walked in. A tattooed up women was using her tools, putting the ink on another ladies skin. It looked pretty. A rose.
"What are you getting today?" a man asked walking up to me, his smile genuine.
"A side tattoo.. here is an example of what I'd like." I replied, handing him a sheet of an example tattoo. He nodded.
"Fabulous! Have a seat here and we'll get started." he agreed and I sat down to the appropriate spot and ink on my skin, here it goes.
I winced for like the past two hours, Harry chuckling from time to time, but he'd hold my hand. I appreciate that.
"That looks so wonderful!" I complimented the man. He nodded, in agreement.
(A/N: It looks like this AND IT IS THE SECOND ONE ON THE PAGE!: http://customtattoostyle.blogspot.com/2011/01/side-tattoo-ideas-girls.html)
As we were walking out of the parlor, he looked at me.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm surprised. Usually, getting a first tattoo is nothing that huge than yours." he replied and I rolled my eyes.
"Oh and here is some advice: it will sting a little for the next few days." he continued and I nodded. Like I hadn't noticed before.
It was really pretty. I love these tattoos, I just can't explain it.
I know Alyssa would never get a tattoo, she promised her parents she wouldn't. If she did anyways, it's like breaking a promise to her mother, who told her to never get one, never.
Thanks to my sweater, I think she won't notice.
And I'm sure she's back by now.
I started boiling. I shook my head, storming off to my room before Zayn put his hand on my shoulder. I turned around, closing my eyes to cover up the proof of my crying.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Just leave me alone." I said with the crack in my voice. Yeah, it's totally obvious now.
I'm not sad. I'm just angry. I am totally fine with them going out together being friends, like they are, but if it is a date then.. ugh.
And the other fact that I'm slowly losing my best friend.. and how are arguments are getting more and more common, this never happened when we didn't meet them!
I shut the door rather loudly and locked it, before jumping on the bed and burying my face in the pillow, crying my heart out.
... So if she'll play this card, I'll play the same.
But not with Harry!
She could basically kick me out of here, she bought the apartment and I bought the furniture. Hmph, she could never kick me out.. she'd have nothing in the house.
I even cursed at her! What is wrong with my mouth? Well, I'm not any worse. She cursed more times than me, which does make her 'the bitch', as much as I hate to say. She doesn't realize it, she's like a little kid. Gets distracted by a magnificent object, and excuse the reality. I doubt she even knows that our friendship is dividing. If she'll drive me nuts, then I'll do it to her.
About an hour or so, I've heard constant knocking, voices, and brief pauses of both, before they would be brought back again. How stupid Alyssa really is. It's nearing Winter and she just walks out unprepared. How delusional. I doubt she came back, no one is talking to her.
Center of attention award goes to her.
Of course she wants the support. Stay in the circle of the boys, while I'm the far out one. Exact same thing when Zayn and I called quits. Talked to the boys while I was miserable. Yeah, I guess I should've joined in when I needed too, but you don't need to all the time. It's called being weak.
Enough of these worthless thoughts.
I changed for the chilling weather and it turned out to be this. I softly chuckled to myself. I've already thought about this for a long time, and finally I'm absolutely sure. I'm positive it would drive Alyssa insane. She would probably hate me, but who cares? She probably hates me now.
"Harry." I said, my voice echoing. Harry stood up hearing my voice and came to me, taking myself into his arms.
"Okay?" he asked.
"More than that." I muttered and took his hand all the way down to the apartment exit.
"Woah! Where are we going?" Harry asked. I didn't answer him. I looked on the busy streets of London and saw Alyssa in the far left. I rolled my eyes.
I couldn't give a crap about her this moment.
I picked up that she was glaring at us, but she'd never know what I was doing.
"Should we go talk to her?" Harry asked and I shook my head.
"No." I replied and now we were at the entrance of a.. Tattoo Parlor. I smirked and looked at Harry. He seemed shocked. An expression like this who goes to a Tattoo Parlor like it was his home. The ink on his skin should've been obvious.
"Can you please have my back in here? I'm kind of nervous.." I told him.
"If you're nervous, why are you here?" he asked.
"I'm ready to get it, but I'm nervous if it is going to hurt a lot." I replied and he smiled.
"It's okay. I have you remember?" he answered and we walked in. A tattooed up women was using her tools, putting the ink on another ladies skin. It looked pretty. A rose.
"What are you getting today?" a man asked walking up to me, his smile genuine.
"A side tattoo.. here is an example of what I'd like." I replied, handing him a sheet of an example tattoo. He nodded.
"Fabulous! Have a seat here and we'll get started." he agreed and I sat down to the appropriate spot and ink on my skin, here it goes.
I winced for like the past two hours, Harry chuckling from time to time, but he'd hold my hand. I appreciate that.
"That looks so wonderful!" I complimented the man. He nodded, in agreement.
(A/N: It looks like this AND IT IS THE SECOND ONE ON THE PAGE!: http://customtattoostyle.blogspot.com/2011/01/side-tattoo-ideas-girls.html)
As we were walking out of the parlor, he looked at me.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm surprised. Usually, getting a first tattoo is nothing that huge than yours." he replied and I rolled my eyes.
"Oh and here is some advice: it will sting a little for the next few days." he continued and I nodded. Like I hadn't noticed before.
It was really pretty. I love these tattoos, I just can't explain it.
I know Alyssa would never get a tattoo, she promised her parents she wouldn't. If she did anyways, it's like breaking a promise to her mother, who told her to never get one, never.
Thanks to my sweater, I think she won't notice.
And I'm sure she's back by now.
Notes
What do you think? ilyyyyHey Mrsmalik. Are you effing happy about my updating? You better be, i'm working my butt off these chapters >:(
- xstylish
12/11/13