Falling... for real this time
Chapter. 1
One year.
That's how long it's been since I woke up from my coma. It's been that long since I imagined that I dated Harry. I feel so lost without him. Yeah I know you probably think I'm crazy because none of that stuff was real, but it felt real to me.
My life isn't a total mess though. I graduated high school even though I missed the last 2 months of it. My teachers said I should be fine considering I had a 4.0 grade average.
I decided not to go to actual college, I just chose to do online college. I like that better because I get to stay home all the time. That's another good thing that happened, I no longer live with my mom and Daniel. I now share a house, not an apartment like normal teenagers my age, but a house with Jess. Both our parents gave us a lot of money to buy the house. Jess' mom gave us most of it. She must've really wanted Jess out the house. She even told us that if we ran out of money for the house then to just tell her and she'll pay for it. You'll probably think we're horrible but we've actually told her mom a few times that we needed money for a bill, when really, we had enough money for it.
"Gabby" Jess yelled snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What" I yelled back.
"I'm going to Starbucks do you want anything" she asked walking into my room.
"Can I come with you" I asked her.
"Yeah sure, I'll be in the car" she told me then walked out, shutting the door behind her.
I got off my bed and walked to my closet. I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a sweater, because come on, who am I trying to impress. Even if you were trying to impress someone you'd still would wear that my subconscious said. It's not like she's lying.
I slipped the soft sweatpants up my legs. Then I took my flannel off and put the sweater on. I grabbed a pair of boots and put those on. I grabbed my phone and walked down the stairs.
I walked out the front door, closing it behind me. I walked to the passenger side of the car and got in.
"Off to Starbucks we go" Jess said as she pulled out the driveway.
She drove down the busy streets that led us to Starbucks.
"So did Niall and I kiss" she asked suddenly. She always did this. She always asked questions about what her and Niall did in my dream, imagination, or whatever it was.
"Yes, I've told you many times" I told her. It's true this is about the hundredth time I've answered this question for her.
"I wish it was real" she said.
"You and me both Jess, you and me both" I said whispering it the second time.
"So did you and Harry have sex" she asked.
"Yeah" I said blushing.
"Was he big" she asked full of interest.
"Why do you want to know that" I asked her.
"Because, now tell me" she demanded pulling into the parking lot.
"Yeah" I said. I could feel the blood crawling up my neck, that would soon make it's way to my cheeks.
"How big are we talking, eight inches, nine, ten" she guessed. I reached for the door handle so I could get out and not have to answer this question, but she locked it.
"You're not going anywhere until you answer me" she told me.
"About nine" I told her.
"Thank you" she said then unlocked the door.
I got out the car. Jess and I stood by each other along the way to the entrance. When we were walking in she held the door for me.
"Such a gentleman" I told her smiling.
"Next time I'm not holding the door for you" she rolled her eyes.
When we were fully inside the smell of coffee filled my nose. I loved this smell, I wish they made candles that smelt like this.
"Do you have money" she asked as we made our way to the counter.
Fuck. How the hell did I forget to bring money, that's like the most important thing to bring to Starbucks.
"It's okay I'll pay for it" she said.
"How do you do that" I asked her curiously.
"Do what" she asked confused.
"You seem to always know what I'm thinking" I told her. It's true though I can't get anything past her that's why I always tell her what I'm thinking.
"Maybe I'm a mind reader" she chuckled.
"You're definitely not" I chuckled.
"I could be, you never know" she said. "Always expect the unexpected" she added.
I just rolled my eyes at her. We walked in front of the counter and ordered our drinks. We sat down at a table and waited. I looked around the place noticing that there weren't many people here. Maybe because it's Monday morning my subconscious stated. True.
The barista soon called out our drinks meaning they were done. Jess got up and got them. She soon came back and handed me my drink and a straw.
I took the straw out the wrapper and put it in my drink. I sipped on the delicious drink while pulling my phone out.
"What d'you wanna do this weekend" Jess asked me making me put my phone face down on the table.
"I don't know, what is there to do" I asked.
"I wanna go laser tagging or paint balling" she told me her suggestions.
"Laser tagging" I told her.
"Why, because it doesn't cause pain" she chuckled.
"Yup" I told her.
"People need pain every once in awhile" she said.
"Oh well, I want to do laser tagging" I told her.
"Fine but next week we're going paint balling" she told me.
"Can't, I'm gonna be sick" I told her. Really Gabby my subconscious said.
"You don't know that" she chuckled.
"I'll make sure I am" I told her.
"You're so mean, I always do what you want me to do, but when it comes to me you never want to do anything" she pouted.
"Are you serious" I said looking at her like it was the stupidest thing I ever heard. "I always do what you want to do, this is the first time I haven't done what you wanted to do" I told her.
"But I really want to do this" she whined. "It's on my bucket list" she told me.
"Jess you've been paint balling before, so don't use the excuse about the bucket list" I told her.
"I've never been paint balling" she lied.
"You sent me pictures of the bruises it left you" I chuckled.
"Welp there's no way to cover that lie up" she said. I rolled my eyes playfully at her.
"There sure isn't" I chuckled.
"Oh my gosh guess who's gonna be in this very city on Friday" she squealed.I was going to say something but then the bell on the door rang telling us that someone came in. I looked up to see the person, only to be met with a pair of green eyes.
