This is the last chapter. There will be no epilogue because this kind of sums everything up and ends everything nicely. I’m sorry its so short, but I’ll say more at the end which includes a really adorable Jarry scene, okay? Okay? Okay.
*not edited thoroughly*
Chapter 30
"Are you okay?" he asked me quietly.
I glanced over at Harry and as I stared at him I shook my head after a moment.
"No," I whispered. "But I will be," I added.
"Was it terrible? What she said?" His green eyes were soothing and I turned my head so I could stare back into oblivion.
"Yes," I nodded. He sucked air into his mouth sharply and I continued before he worked himself up. "But not in that way... it's just..." I sighed. "What happened to her was awful." I frowned. "I'm still upset about this, but... she was a teenager kicked out of her own home because of a mistake..." I blinked away tears and turned my head to face way from Harry. "Because of me."
"He," he said quietly, reaching his hand to touch my face and lightly turn it towards him. "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyone's. None of it was intentional," he tried soothing.
I shook my head and sobbed. "That's the point Harry. It wasn't intentional. I grew up believing I was born by two parents who loved each other and I also believed that for a short amount of time they even loved me!" I covered my face. "But even that messed up fantasy isn't real."
"I'm sure your parents did love each other." I was hard of hearing as my own mind was loud with ignorant thoughts. He continued, pulling me into him. "Your dad must care after looking for and after you all these years," he murmured. I rest my head on his chest and he just let me cry on him.
His words made sense, but it all still hurt. I pitied both myself and my "mother" since we were both put into unfair and uncontrollable situations. Her with her parents, and me with fate.
I squeezed my eyes shut. "I just wish things didn't have to be so complicated," I whispered hoarsely.
He rubbed my back with one hand and pet my hair with the other. "Do you wanna know what I suggest?"
I nodded dishonestly. I didn't really.
"I think you should talk to all three of them again. If not all of them, then maybe you should sit down with Cordelia and Mr. Thirlwall one more time."
I sniffled and pouted. "Why?" I asked him.
He smiled. "Because maybe this time you'll listen more closely."
I go back to staring at the ground. I mumble childishly, "Why should I?"
He laughed. "So you know the full story."
~*~
I exhaled deeply and licked my dry lips. I lifted my hand, but then paused, unsure if I wanted to actually knock. I could always just unlock the room since I do still have the key. After all this is my room too, but there is something so much more poetic and symbolic about her opening the door willingly and inviting me in herself.
What? I'm still nerdy at heart.
I sigh again and am about to walk away when the door opens. I turn sick around with Bambi eyes and see Cordelia with her own stumped expression. We haven't talked for two days and she must've expected I'd block her out a bit longer.
I probably would've expected it too.
"J-Jade," she stuttered.
"C-Cordelia," I unintentionally mimicked.
She just gaped for a moment before asking, "What are you... I mean... hi," she greeted finally.
I smile tightly and wave awkwardly like a dork. "Hi."
She still seems stunned as she recovered. “Uh- are you here for some things or-”
“I want to talk with you,” I said honestly.
She was quiet at first. Her lips parted as she seemed to loosen her grip on the knob of the door. She sighed and smiled. “Well, come on in then.”
I stepped past her and offered her a smile. She returned it graciously and closed the door behind me. I ruffled my hair as I assessed the room. Each time I return there is a new memory to credit towards it.
I sat down on my bed tiredly. Cordelia sat down on her own bed and then shrugged. “You have questions?”
I nodded slowly, deciding to just remain staring at the ceiling. After a moment I asked, “When did you find your-” I paused for a moment and then frowned, “-our father?”
I couldn’t see her, but I could imagine she was thinking and frowning also. “Well,” she began, “I began to look around for him when I was about nine. I talked around a lot and called agencies. Remember the allowance Jack used to give me?”
I was shocked she was calling him by his first name, but I didn’t ask. “Um, yeah.”
“I saved up my allowance for years in hopes I might save up to find them,” she stated.
This got me thinking.
“Elizabeth Lora and Jonathan Thirlwall are your biological parents . . . and I’m your half sister . . .”
I was quiet for a moment before I hesitantly asked, “Cordelia?”
“hmm?”
“Did- did you ever find your mother?”
She didn’t say much for a while and then she said, “Jonathan says she died.”
My mouth opened a little into an “o” shape and I quickly shut it, turning my head to look at her earnestly. “I’m- I’m sorry,” I apologized genuinely.
She seemed slightly pale, but she just shrugged and offered a weak smile. “Its okay. I’m fine, really.” she looked down at her fingers nervously and I sighed.
“Well . . .” I chewed on my lip. “Can I continue staying in my room?” I asked with a wry smile.
She looked up and smiled happily. “You don’t hate me anymore?”
I found myself smiling. I couldn’t believe how far our relationship has come since I used to hate her about two weeks ago. I shook my head. “Not even a little.”
She laughed happily and squealed. I had a feeling her behavior had to do with her baby, because I have recently found that she turns into a five year old a lot with a strange swing.
I laughed with her and then decided, I’ll be fine.
~*~
“Uh-Jade?”
I glanced up from the computer and almost turned away, but my neck quickly snapped back to look at him. “M-Mr. Thirlwall.” Even though I knew he was my father now, I don’t think I can simply start calling him dad or something.
He smiled timidly. “Hello.”
“Um- hi,” I greeted awkwardly.
He ran his fingers through his curly hair and then sighed. “Um- well . . .” I scratched behind my ear at the same time he did. Well that was weird. Did I inherit that habit from him or something? he laughed. “Well . . .” He finally looked back up at me, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Cordelia and I were going to try and catch the fair. We were wondering if you wanted to come,” he invited.
I blinked at him for a moment. It had been about two days since I had last talked to him –as in awkwardly waved at him in the hallway- and here he was already arranging us going to a fair. I guess he sincerely wanted to start a relationship with me.
I smiled. “Sure. I’d love to come,” I accepted graciously.
He smiled and just when my head turned back to the computer and my fingers began to type he added, “You know . . . if you want we could . . . maybe . . . invite your mother.”
My fingers froze and I turned back to him. I honestly still felt really weird with her. I was still in music and I was polite, but I honestly couldn’t help but feel as though she had just rejected me from her life all those years ago without even giving me a chance. But then I decided I wanted to mend things with her completely too but then snickered.
He frowned. “What?”
I shook my head. “I’m just kind of trying to picture Miss Lora at a fair in one of those pencil skirts and her cardigans with those tall heels and her perfectly styles hair.”
At this he joined me in my hysterical laughing. “That is hilarious.”
I waved my hand. “Sure. I guess you can invite her too.”
“Okay.” And for the second time I had believed that the conversation might be over, but he said my name. “Jade?”
“Yeah?” I replied.
“You know things are going to be okay, right?”
I smiled at him and nodded. “Right.”
~*~
“Do you really think you can keep this a secret?” I asked. harry was escorting me to our Valentine’s day date blindfolded. I didn’t mind, though. I enjoyed the warm feeling of his hand against mine as he led me towards the “secret place” but I somehow knew where he was leading me.
The meadow.
“Well, I was hoping I could,” he laughed. “But I still might shock you.”
“Mhm. I’m sure you will,” I said fondly. But I knew. There was a slightly earthy scent and I could hear running water and there was this breeze that the small clearing seemed to give. I could sense it all.
We suddenly stopped and I knew we were on grass because I could feel the change in texture beneath my shoes. He said, “Hold on. I’m going to get you out of these shoes.”
My shoes? What? I frowned and I felt his hands on my ankles. “Lift your leg,” he instructed. I guessed he was discussing the one he was touching so I picked up my right foot and he began to wiggle my flats off. I blushed as I remembered that I wore hello kitty shoes.
What? Like I knew he was going to strangely request that I take my shoes off. I heard him chuckle and then I felt his hand kind of wander my leg. I guessed and randomly swatted in front of me. Judging by the soft texture I was guessing I hit him in the head. He grunted and I reprimanded him. “Stop it.”
He chortled at my reaction and I rolled my eyes though I knew there was an undeniable smirk on my face. My he tapped my other thigh as a way of getting me to lift that leg now, but I still disliked how touchy he was being. As in I resented it, but still kind of looked upon it adoringly. “Stop it!” I giggled.
He apologized quietly as I let him take off my next flat and then he sighed. My hand was once again in his and I couldn’t think of any better place they could be as he was once again tugging on my hand lightly.
“This way, Sweetheart.”
I blew out a gust of air exaggeratedly as I pouted. “this is taking forever!” I groaned.
“Patience, young one.”
“You did not just,” I said.
“What?”
“Aren’t I older than you?” I retorted raising an eyebrow. I wanted to cross my arms over my chest but he had one of my hands captivated and we were moving with my eyes covered so it’d be hard to use it as a menace.
“Well . . . I think I’m still older in a way,” he defended.
“You. Who watches The Teletubbies and Disney shows?” I smirked.
“You who wears bows and Disney products,” he retaliated.
I opened my mouth but then brought it to a scowl. “I knew I shouldn’t have brought Disney into it.”
He sniggered and I was soon on top of a smoother platform and I made a face. “Sit down, now, love.”
I sat and his hand was on my waist to keep me steady as I nearly fell harshly. I thanked him shyly as my cheeks blazed. Once I was seated I felt him remove the blind fold and was greeted by a shockingly sunny sight.
The sun was out and we were in the meadow. The grass was green as ever and I even spotted a few butterflies. The lake was still and reflected the blue of the sky as it rippled from a small wave.
I beamed widely and turned to look at Harry. I let the first thing I say be, “I knew it.”
He groaned and his head fell back. I laughed at his reaction and I hugged him by the waist, resting my cheek against his toned abdomen. I closed my eyes for a moment and then opened them again to look at the cute little picnic of food spread out on the blanket. The blanket was adorable. It wasn’t the typical red and white block crap, but instead it was koalas holding onto each other. I knew I would enjoy making fun of him for having this. I looked up at Harry and sighed happily. “I love it.”
He looked right back down at me and he smiled, revealing his adorable dimples. He opened his mouth and started off with, “And I-” He stopped mid-sentence and his smile dropped into a little frown. This made me curious and I mimicked his expression. He leaned down and kissed me in a rough, yet gentle way. I felt my heart beat spike as I kissed him back, resting a hand on his chest.
I knew he was having trouble saying it so when he pulled back, I said so quietly, “I love you, Harry.”
I was looking down as I said this and I felt my face heat up. What if he didn’t mean it? What if he didn’t say it back? What if it was too soon? We’ve been dating maybe a month, but shouldn’t the fact that we’ve known each other for about six months make that okay?
I giggled girlishly when I felt his lips pecking my eyelids and then my forehead and nose. “And I . . .” he kissed me once more on the mouth before he murmured, “love you.”
I felt tears well up in my eyes as I ogled up at him. He frowned as tears began to fall down my face.
“What- why are you crying?” he asked worriedly, his hand coming up to my face.
I sniffled and then wiped at my eyes too. “I-” My voice trembled. “I was scared you wouldn’t say it back.”
His expression softened and then he kissed me a second time. It muffled the uprising sobs as I quivered. His grip on my chin was tight enough to secure me, but soft enough not to hurt me. His kiss caused my chest to tighten and then burst open with emotion. So far. Everything at this school for me has come so far. I have a group of friends, I know who my real parents are and I am even getting to know them, I am regaining a friendship with Mac (slowly), and I am in love.
I’m happy.
And to think it all started with Harry.
~*~
BUT GUUUYYYYSSS! IT’S OVER! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT MY BEARS? ITS ACTUALLY OVER!!!
Now lets clear some things out about then ending.
- I know I am making a spin off and planning a prequel even, BUT if all goes well and you guys still want it, I might maybe –just maybe- do an actual sequel about the future of Jarry.
Just maybe . . .
- Those Problems will probably be posted tonight and I want to settle in case I haven’t said it already it will be VERY mature and include some SENSITIVE topics. Alright? In example: rape, teen pregnancy, bullying, depression, drinking and drugs.
Get my drift?
- YOU WILL BE UPDATED ON THINGS JARRY/JADE/HARRY IN THIS SPIN OFF! Like in the first chapter it begins before Valentine’s Day which is where this book ends with Marcel’s POV (I LOVE HIM EVEN IN MY OWN STORIES! LOL!) and in it you get a bit of Jade discussing Harry with Perrie . . .
Ooh. Rhymy. ;)
- Well, I just hope you enjoy it. Now remember, this will basically be about the background characters that you still have more to learn of, so if you don’t particularly care about them then you don’t really have to read it , I guess, lol.
(But I greatly suggest it anyways . . .)
I’m going to ask questions now. (You get the gist.)
1) Did you dislike the ending? (It’s the end, but it isn’t the end. ;)
2) Will you be tuning into Those Problems?? (You should. :D)
3) So . . . like . . . does anyone else think Michael from 5SOS looks like he gives really good hugs?
I swear. I’m normal.
(Lol. I’m fooling no one.)
4) What do you predict happening in the upcoming story?
5) What character are you more excited to learn more about? Mac, Cordelia, Rachel, Zara (and Niall, lol. You guys REALLY ship Nara), Gavin, Dash, or how about this mystery girl?
6) Did any of my American Bears buy Salute? I haven’t yet. I’m trying to find a place that sells the Deluxe because freaking Target didn’t seem to.
I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS, TARGET! YOU’RE NEXT ON MY HIT LIST! MY NEXT target. ;)
See? I made pun?
Oh and I’m not sure if I’ve tried marketing this story yet, but I’m going to do it right now whilst I’m wrapping this one up . . .
So other than That Wallflower, The One Direction Experience is like the earliest story I posted and it is literally my freaking life.
Or at least what I want to be.
Sort of . . .?
Basically it seems carroty (and maybe it is) but I don’t really know. I think you guys should give it a try if you like those really fun stories, you know? (It is an adoption tale, but its not super corny. . . well, it has a humorous sense of corniness I think?) But, I want to warn you that this will begin when the main character is 14 and will progress and the more mature she gets the more mature the story gets . . .
You have no idea what kind of shit I have to throw at the fan when she turns sixteen. >:D
Here we go (if you’ve read the original, not the rewrite you might have an idea of what this is about.)
The One Direction Experience
Standing there by the counter everything I had been blocking out for the past many hours was suddenly hurtling at me at full force.
I would never be in my mother’s presence. I won’t be able to watch Kevin Hart movies with her when Papa was asleep, because he didn’t approve of me watching it. I wouldn't ever be able to cuddle up to her in my times of grief and have her rub my back and run her fingers through my hair.
I wouldn't ever be able to hear her laugh or see her smile. We wouldn't ever be able to have applesauce on toast or pancakes together ever again.
And my Papa won't be able to tell us how crazy we were but that he still loved us anyways.
I won’t ever be able to deny one of his hugs in a playful manner out of embarrassment and undeniable love and adoration.
I won’t ever get to tease him about his deep voice.
I didn't get to say to them I love you before they died.
I didn't get to hear them say it back.
I didn't get to tell them goodbye and get one last comforting hug and kiss that I'd wipe away, making a face.
None of that will ever happen again.
Because they're really gone.
It felt as though I was being punched in the gut. All the air was knocked right out of me and I think Harry knew something was wrong because he looked up with his eyebrows drawn down into a frown. “Anna?”
My face crumpled as my throat clogged. I felt my knees buckle beneath me and when I looked up Harry was holding me like he had been when I woke up earlier. His eyes were wide and after a moment I could hear the words passing through his lips.
“Anna what’s wrong? Anna?”
Looking up at him I felt tears fall from my eyes. “They’re dead. Harry, they’re really dead,” I sobbed. I can’t remember the last time I cried like this. I don’t cry too often from emotional pain. I was used to it. My worst times of crying were when I used to fall off bikes or trip and fall to skim my knees or something. My mind traced back to the time where I rode my bike into a gate that had plants with thorns sticking out.
I went home crying and when my Mama answered the door she had the most shocked look ever. This was back when she had just gotten me back into custody and I remember how she frantically rushed around the house as I cried on the couch, holding my knees with my torn hands. She had cleaned my cuts with the rubbing alcohol she had once drank and then held me to her as I cried, rubbing circles in my back and running her fingers through my hair. That was the day she made me top ramen and showed me how to put sesame seeds in them.
Coming back to the present I realized just how badly I had been crying. Who was going to clean my wounds when I fell? Who would cook for me when I was upset? Who would hold me in their arms and whisper calmingly into my ears?
She wouldn’t. So who would? Harry had moved me while I was crying in the past so my head was on him and my forehead against the side of his neck.
“Anna, breathe. Breathe, okay? Just breathe-”
“Why? Why was- why was-” My mouth quivered and I couldn’t finish. Why was I the one to survive? Why did I have to remain here? I sobbed and shook my head. “Wrong,” I whispered. “It’s just wrong!”
“Shh. Shh. Just breathe, calm down, Anna. It’s alright. They may be gone, but you just have to accept it,” Harry told me quietly.
“How? H-how can you expect s-someone to accept the abs-sence of the most i-important people in your- life?” I asked him.
He was silent and I did attempt to breathe in and out properly so my speech pattern wouldn’t be so horrid.
Then his voice came quietly into my ear. “Do you believe in a heaven?”
I shivered, confused and the words calmed me. “Yes,” I answered.
“Then let’s pretend they can’t pass on to it, because right now you’re worrying them.”
The words were slow to get to me; to make sense to me. “For them to pass on I need to let them go,” I whispered.
He nodded causing some of his hair to touch my forehead. “Yes. Can you do that, Anna? If not for your own wellbeing, then for the people you love?”
How is Harry this deep? Shouldn’t it be Zayn saying this? Wait, isn’t he Muslim? Do they believe in heaven? Oh my god, I am mentally confusing myself.
“Can you?” he repeated.
I tilted my head up to look at him. My mother wasn’t here. She wasn’t the one to calm the beating of my heart and the rate of tears to come from my eyes, to dull the pain I felt. But Harry did. And if someone like Harry- a person I just met- can do it, then I would be alright. Then I could let my parents go. I nodded. “Yes.”
He nodded and then held me closer to him. At that I realized that he had cradled me as if I were a baby. Well I was acting like one, I thought. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling him stiffen. I almost pulled back, but then he relaxed. (Now that I look back at him, I doubt he was used to comforting breakdowns like the one I had. It must’ve been pretty awkward in his mind.)
“Thank you,” I said to him, something I have found myself saying so often in this boy’s direction. My heart felt heavy and so did my eyelids.
“You’re welcome.”
So yeah. Go check that out guys. Give it a chance! Its actually a really fun and cute tale.
Comment, vote, fan, and promote. Especially fan so you know when I post Those Problems, but I may have it up when you read this and if I do, try the external link, haha. I love you. :*
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OKAY, LOL. Woops. We’re back to this whole CAPS problem. Ugh. anywho, good bye! (I am so hyped for this spin off, like what?)
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