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Hey Jude I & II

6 months



A/N: Chapter Playlist

"Right Now" -1D

"Kids" -Mikky Ekko

"Closer" -Tegan And Sara



My heart pounds as though I have overdosed on caffeine, its causing my chest and hands to shake simultaneously. Mom calmly drives us back home while I continue to dial all the numbers I can to get a hold of Harry. He is not picking up, neither is Lou, Perrie and Sophia don't even know about the hospital admittance yet, so that leaves me with nothing.

“Calvin!” I shout desperately, searching for his number. I bite my knuckle in hopes that he'll answer as I feel the sting on my left leg, almost forgetting about my new tattoo.

“Hello, Jude?”

“Yes!” I exhale into the receiver. “Calvin, what's going on?!”

“Calm down, it's nothing too serious. Harry threw out his lower back last night and couldn't move. He's on bed rest right now with anti-inflammatory meds and heat packs.”

“Are you guys still at the hospital?”

“Yes, he's just getting spoiled by the nurses. No big deal. We'll be leaving back to London either tonight or in the morning.”

“Oh thank God he's okay. I was panicking, thinking how the hell I was going to catch a flight over there.”

“No that won't be necessary, unless you wanted to. I'm sure he wouldn't mind,” I hear a low chuckle on the other end. “Well now that I have you on the phone, I must tell you I was quite impressed with your piece and your other works that I've read. And was wondering what you planned to do after you graduated. Are you going to continue into your masters?”

“Umm, yes. I was hoping to start an internship either in the summer or fall with a local magazine here in Phoenix.”

“Have you ever considered music journalism? Harry said you went to a concert yesterday, for the sole purpose of writing a review. . .”

“Unfortunately, that got reassigned to someone else. But Harry knows how much I love music and am venturing out to more bands, thanks to him.”

“The reason why I ask, well I had planned to call you sooner, is that I might have a position you could be interested in. There is a catch, you'd be working for me and I'd have to drag ya away from Phoenix. . . for the whole tour.”

“Harry's tour?” I gasp.

“Yes, which starts in less than two weeks, till October.”

“Oh my I-I. . . what does this position require? I mean, do you just want me to write reviews of the band?”

“No, not of One Direction. I'm going to keep the details to a minimum to not overwhelm you. But I need an answer sooner than later as there is little time. Just so you know, I had this position almost taken until Harry insisted that I see some of your writings. But don't think that because he put in the good word that I would have considered you. I say that so you can be proud that your work made the decision simple.”

“Wow, I'll take that as a huge compliment then.”

“I'm going to have Harry call you back as soon as he wakes up. Alright?”

“Yes, please. Thank you!”

“Sure, no problem.”

I drop the phone on my lap and hide my face in my hands. I don't know whether to cry for happiness or confusion. Forgetting that we are still sitting in my parked car in front of the house, I look to my mother to find a perplexed expression, waiting to hear the news. I smile and nod that everything is alright, feeling an immense weight lift off my chest.

We enter the house and I'm way too excited to tell my parents the news at the same time, their support means the world to me, especially if I'm going to be away for 6 months. I suspect my mother knows I have a big announcement as she drags dad out from the kitchen and into the living room.

“Woah! Since when do they refer to tattoos as errands? Is there some kind of code I don't know about?” Dad exclaims with a smirk.

“Oh,” I giggle nervously, “do you hate it?”

“Well, let me read it first,” he hunches over and squints through his glasses. “I think its very. . .jive.”

“Jive? Cool would have been better dad.”

“Well that's my word and I'm sticking to it. Why the thigh though?”

“I really like the placement. It's personal and I want to be able to see it. I usually don't wear very short things, so I don't care to show it off.”

I marched up to my room after I had spent an hour conversing with my parents about both job opportunities and was surprised to find out they didn't agree on the same one. My dad thought I should stay and look into my masters program, hoping that I would get that internship so I could stay near the house. And I understood his reasons for supporting and providing for my needs. But what he didn't get was my need for adventure. Mom did.

In turn mom thought this was an opportunity that didn't get thrown to just anybody. That shocked me after she had talked so much about pursuing my career earlier today. She stated the facts, not only would I be near Harry for those several months straight but I'd get to travel and further my work experience. It all counted for a killer resume for my future.

Just yesterday I felt like I was suffocating and in need of a break through. This morning I wake up with an incredible sense of empowerment to then have my heart in my throat, scared that something terrible might have happened to Harry. Between all this and my recent dream, my priorities were battling against each other. But with this position that Calvin had yet to reveal, I would have both things come together.

As I incline more towards the latter, my stress level rises when I think of all the work that's to be done. I need to finish my final papers, like now! But that could also mean that I won't be attending my own graduation. The thought saddens me, still not enough to make me change my mind.

Hours fly by and soon I have one more paper done. My eyes burn from the constant strain from my laptop, insinuating I needed a break to lollygag and think about my possible next months. . . and Harry. After the scare I knew that nothing mattered more than the people I cared about. I could be so wrapped up in love triangles and school work but if one of my parents were in the hospital, everything else would diminish. And so for that time lapse when I worried and thought the worst, to the point of death, I convinced myself that if Harry asked me again to stay with him I'd say yes. With or with out a job.

I clean my tattoo for the third time and decide to take a drive to nowhere in particular. Starting down the same path I take towards the university, I detour to the nearest cafe. Aware of the calls I have pending, I first glance at the drink menu before ordering a hazelnut coffee. With my comfort drink at hand minutes later, I begin to imagine all the scenarios Harry and I would be in during this tour. Smiling in no time. My phone rings from inside my purse and my smile stretches even wider once I see his name.

“What perfect timing,” I blush.

“I see what it takes to get you to call me like a mad woman, I'll be sure to remember that,” his accent still makes me swoon in my chair.

“My phone was on silent, believe me I felt horrible. Please don't punish me any further.”

“Oh! Oh ho ho. . .now she's afraid of bein' punished? Lady love, you have other things far too important to be thinkin' about than me punishin' you. . . although that will be dealt with in its time.”

I'm blushing even more, becoming too toasty either by the coffee or my insides boiling for him. Missing him so much, I know what I want now without a doubt. Harry goes on to explain what happened to him yesterday. His back began to hurt during his performance before the video premier, he thought it was a pinch nerve but then it gave out and he couldn't even remember what he had done to cause it. He said the pain was unbearable and he couldn't get up so he just laid there till they were able to transport him to the hospital.

“Jeeze Harry, I'm so sorry. I should've been there.”

“I'm not gonna give ya the guilt trip this time, but Cal said you guys finally talked. . . Annnd?”

“Annnd I'm going to tell him that. . .I can't . . .”

“What?! Baby, why?” I hear his voice fall.

“I can't leave till after the nineteenth. I want to spend my birthday with my parents before I go.”

“Aghhh! My heart literally sank, devil woman,” he chuckles quietly.

“I wasn't being mean, you just didn't let me finish.”

“Do you know what this means? We'll be together for the next months and not have to miss each other. It'll be like a honeymoon.”

“A honeymoon? Hah, I know what you're looking forward to.”

“No no. I'm quite excited to travel and see all these countries. . . Like, I'm more excited about the food to be honest.”

“Of course you are. I'm sure they have plenty of exotic bananas in Brazil and wherever else we're going.”

“Yes, I'm sure. Smart ass,” he laughs.

“Looks like you're stuck with me.”

“It's my pleasure. But I have to admit, knowin' that you'll be sleepin' next to me every night does make my heart skip a bit.”

“Awww, I know. I was thinking about that earlier too.”

“And I'm gettin' hard just thinkin' bout it,” Harry titters.

“Har-ry! I swear . . .”

“Are you blushin'?”

“Duh!”

“Yee-ah! Ha ha! Listen sweetheart, I'm about to leave the hospital now. We're goin' straight to the airport. Cal will be contactin' you tomorrow to have a web chat and go over the details and such.”

“Oh so you're still not going to tell me anything?”

“I can't. Be patient. Gotta go, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“Ahh, I seriously doubt it.”

“What, that I love you?”

“No, that you could love me more than I do you. Bye baby.”

I stare at my phone like a goober. He is the sweetest and dirtiest boy, but man do I need him. My mind drifts to an imaginary bed where I trap him between my thighs as he resists the fight. We'll have so many fun nights, which reminds me, I need to get on board with these contraceptives.

“Hi, Jude?” A voice interrupts.

“Hello?” she looks strangely familiar.

“Hi, I'm Carly. I'm in your Media and Society class.”

“Oh right! I thought you looked familiar. How's those final papers coming along?”

“I'm almost done. Can you believe it, we're finally graduating!” she smiles. “So I feel the need to apologize for Roger reassigning yesterday's event to me. I'm sure you wanted to do it still.”

“You ended up doing the piece? How did it go?”

“It was pretty amazing, I'm also trying to tone down my excitement.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“So how are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?”

“My head? Why?”

“From your attack yesterday. . .”

“My attack . . .in L.A.? How do you know about that?” This just got awkward.

Carly opens her iPad case and shows me an online article with a picture and a video of the indecent. I should've known. And more of this is to be expected if I go along with this tour. But I finally have peace of mind. As I talk a little more about it, I recognize why Carly seemed so familiar, and it wasn't just because we took the same class. She was that other girl in my dream, the one that sat between Linda and I. Hmm.

Notes

Hello chicas,

I'm so glad to not delay in my update this time. Hope everyone's holiday break is going well. :) I've come to realize that any chapter that doesn't have Harry physically in it is like a filler to me, so I'll lay off my hard self-criticism. I'm wishing everyone a Happy New Year. God know's I need a new beginning. Good time to start with positive thinking. Or begin now, there's no time like the present. I think I'm saying that more for myself than anyone in particular. But if it inspires you, than all is well.

Please check out my other stories. I've just started the one that I had previously mentioned, its Breaking The China Doll. Let me know what you think. Or simply comment on your thoughts of this chapter of Hey Jude.

Love you all. And can you believe it?!?!?! I'm almost at 100 votes . . .almost . . . but this just makes my gloomy Christmas bright :)



OH CHEEZITS!!! I forgot to ask you guys.... help me decide on the opening band for the WWA tour, regardless of who's actually doing it. I was thinking of either making a fictitious band or doing 5SOS or Emblem 3. Still thinking about this.... suggestions?!?!?





Comments

85............why am i commenting on dirty things!

48 Is really kinky......but im still readidng it

ok so chapter 35 tells me how to cup nuts...ok

woow not even half of the book and there already fucking!! chapter 6 and 5 are the reason i don't have a boyfriend :(

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