19: "I'm Not Going To Break Them Up"

There's a Jesy POV guys c: She jumps to a lot of conclusions and she's quite judgemental and she goes out of point a lot of times and talks about other stuff but she's nice! It's the character I had planned for her ... So yeah ... enjoy :)

Chapter 19:

Hazel POV:

I was going to strangle them.

They had the football match today in about two hours and they hadn't stopped talking about it. We were in Harry's basement which served much more as a hangout for the eight of us and apparently now Chase. Harry had invited him over and Chase had agreed. Chase's head was rested on my lap while I was checking any news about the Britian army in Iraq or wherever. I hadn't heard anything from Seth in around a week and he had promised to text or send an email or call or even write a letter if he had to. I hadn't received anything and I was getting worried.

"What if I fail and don't shoot the ball and end up shooting it in ours instead of theirs!?" Niall asked, sounding panicked.

I rubbed my temples, trying to keep myself calm and not burst and start to yell at him. Which I didn't want to because Niall was like a bubble and he would pop if he got hurt and he'd give you this puppy dog eyes and cry and the one time I had seen him do that was when he had a fight with Jesy and I literally spent three hours comforting him at Liam's house until Jesy had to come and tell him that she loved him and all that.

"Niall, you're our best shooter and you never did shoot it anywhere wrong, so chill!" Louis comforted him, patting his shoulder.

"I hope so," Niall mumbled and I breathed out heavily.

"I feel like I'm going to throw up," Harry said, rubbing his belly with his right hand. I rolled my eyes and stood up, careful to not hurt Chase.

I stretched my arms upwards and yawned. "Haz, can I use the bathroom?"

"You have to pay, though," he said sarcastically. "Upstairs, then back up the other stairs and through the left corridor and first door on your right."

I looked at him weirdly and he smirked.

I breathed out heavily and walked up the two flights of stairs and quickly found the bathroom. It was quite posh, black tiles and white tiled wall with a huge bath tub in the corner that had jets and the sink was as big as the one I had in my house but the marble was white, the huge mirror with some flowery designs on the top right corner and bottom left corner.

I wasn't really in the mood for a two hour game but I was going for support to the boys and my boyfriend, Chase. I shivered and groaned out heavily and sat down on the floor, resting my back against the wooden door. I ran a hand through my black hair and pulled it to my right side and on my shoulder, while twirling a piece of hair around my finger.

I was supposed to feel all happy and those shitty butterfly feelings in my stomach and every morning when I wake up, he's the first thing I think about or getting all tingly when he touches my skin or those sparks and firework feeling when he kisses me or feeling nervous everytime I think about him or see him or kiss him or even just by sitting next to him.

But I wasn't feeling anything like that. Absolutely nothing and quite frankly, I felt guilty. He looked so happy whenever he was with me and here I was. Feeling nothing towards him while he's probably feeling all giddy and happy or whatever boys feel when they think about a girl.

It's been already a week since we've been together and I was hoping that I'd start feeling something towards him. Even just a tiny spark but the only thing I felt was absolutely nothing. Not even some sort of tingle or spark when we kissed. Maybe it needed more time? Like a month? Or two or three or four or ... never?

I chewed on my lip, trying to decide what I was going to do about it. I breathed out heavily and stood up. I had to do this thinking somewhere else and not in Harry's bathroom. Who knows what people did in here.

I shivered and pulled open the door and went back the same way I had come and down the stairs that led to the basement but stopped myself from pushing the door open when I heard my name being mentioned. I walked closer to the door and silently pressed my ear to the door.

"Just don't fuck it up mate," I heard Louis say. "Understand?"

"Yeah," Chase replied hesitantly.

I furrowed my eyebrows together and I wanted to rewind time and hear the whole conversation that had happened probably the minute I left. I breathed out heavily and pushed open the door, trying to look as normal as possible.

Everyone's head turned to look at me and I looked at Louis curiously. He smiled innocently and I narrowed my eyes slightly at him and repositioned myself back on the sofa, next to Chase. Everyone was quite for a while and Harry was the first to break it and I was thankful for him.

"We better get going and get ready for the game," Harry said, standing up and straightening his shirt. The boys nodded, including Chase. I flopped down on the sofa completely when Chase stood up. Lenni was going to go with them since she was a cheerleader and Jesy was going to come over at mine's because I wasn't going to go at Zayn's house alone with the rest of his family in the same house because that would have been very awkward.

Jesy had to literally drag me off the very comfortable sofa and on the floor with a loud 'thump'.

"Jesy!" I whined and rolled on the floor, covering my head beneath my arms.

"C'mon lazy ass or Haz's gonna lock us in here," she said while chuckling. I rolled my eyes and stood up and followed the rest of the group back up the stairs and out of Harry's huge house. After saying our goodbye's to the rest of the group and briefly kissing Chase, Jesy and I started our ten minute walk to my house.

We had our arms locked with each others and for the first few minutes we were silent, while cars zoomed back and forth. The road's were mostly empty except for the usual people going out for walks. I didn't know what to talk about but at least it was a comfortable silence.

Jesy POV:

This wasn't going to plan. Totally out of plan and I was sort of panicking and so was Zayn. I had promised him that I'd help him get Hazel to like him and maybe even give him a chance to be together but I had miserably failed at doing that.

The first part had worked out even though I didn't really do anything, it just sort of worked out on it's own along the past few months but the second part wasn't going quite well because she was now with Chase. And Zayn was still with Sophia.

I mentally rolled my eyes while Hazel hummed along to an Avril Lavigne song if I wasn't mistaken by the tune. He had said that he'd break up with Sophia around a month ago and there he was, still with that slut he calls his girlfriend.

I mean like really!? Why would he date her!? When he could have asked any other not-a-slut girl. He could have done so quite easily because almost every gorgeous girl in the school is head over heels for him ... well probably not Hazel and me, obviously since I was with Niall.

I chewed on my bottom lip thoughtfully trying to think of something but I couldn't come up with anything. I couldn't hurt one of my bestfriends just for the sake of one of my other bestfriend feelings. Hazel seemed quite happy with Chase and they looked like the perfect couple. Hazel was perfect and Chase was gorgeous with his muscular body and blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, every girl would be lucky to have a guy like him and he seemed like a caring boyfriend and that he would be there for you if you needed someone to talk to.

They had been together for a week and a day. Yes I'm counting even if it's not my relationship. And yes, I am counting mine and Niall's relationship, three years, two months and two weeks tomorrow. I'm such a weirdo.

Back to the point. I wasn't going to make Hazel break up with Chase, because she was happy with him, for Zayn's feelings just because he likes Hazel a lot, more than anything or however he had phrased it I was drunk that night he had told me this so my brain isn't really clear about that part.

Considering the fact that he has still not broken up with Sophia, it means he wants to stay with her? Or is it because he just wants a fuck buddy? No, he wants the slut-fuck buddy. Yeah, that fits Sophia perfectly considering she might have been with the whole population of boys in school, which is a large amount because 70% of the students at school are boys.

"Hazel?" I asked, wanting to break the silence.

Hazel's head shot up and looked at me. "Mm?"

I placed both arms on my sides and looked at her with a huge grin on my face, she looked at me weirdly. I raised my arms above my head and shook my body, waving my arms above my head while singing the 'Gitchi Gitchi Goo' Phineas and Ferb song.

"Bow chicka bow, wow! That's what my baby says! Mow mow mow! And my heart start's pumpin! Chicka chicka choo whop! Never gonna stop! Gitchee Gitchee Goo means that I love you!" I sang on the top of my lungs, wanting to get rid of the silence that had fallen.

She burst out laughing and interlocked her arm with mine and we skipped towards her house while singing the rest of the song.

"My baby's got her own way of talkin'

Whenever she says something sweet,

And she knows its my world she's a-rockin'

Though my vocabulary's incomplete!

And though it may sound confusing (ooh)

Sometimes I wish she'd give it to me straight!

But I never feel like I'm losing (losing)

When I take the time to translate!

Here's what I'm talkin' 'bout!

Bow chicka bow, wow!

That's what my baby says!

Mow mow mow!

And my heart start's pumpin!

Chicka chicka choo whop!

Never gonna stop!

Gitchee Gitchee Goo means that I love you!

Well I don't know what to do (I don't know what to do)

But I think I'm getting through (I think I'm gettin' through)

'Cause when I say, "I love you" (When I say, "I love you"

She says, "I Gitchee Gitchee Goo you too!" (Gitchee Gitchee Goo you too!)

Gitchee Gitchee Goo you too (Gitchee gitchee goo you too!)

Don't need a dictionary!

Bow chicka bow, wow!

That's what my baby says!

Mow mow mow!

And my heart start's pumpin!

Chicka chicka choo whop!

Never gonna stop!

Gitchee Gitchee Goo means that I love you!

I said a Bow chicka bow, wow!

That's what my baby says!

Mow mow mow!

And my heart start's pumpin!

Chicka chicka choo whop!

Never gonna stop!

Gitchee Gitchee Goo means that I love you!

Gitchee Gitchee Goo means that I love you!

Gitchee Gitchee Goo means

That I love you baby, baby, baby!

Baby, baby, baby, baby,

Gitchee Gitchee Goo means that I love you!"

By the time we had finished screaming the song at the top of our lungs and people staring at us like we were freaks, we arrived at her house and when the door slammed shut behind us, she sprinted towards her kitchen and I followed behind her.

When I entered the kitchen, she wasn't there but the freezer door was open.

"Hazel?" I timidly asked, taking slow steps towards the freezer.

Her head popped from behind the freezer door, a spoon in her mouth and one of the big tubs of Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough, tightly clasped in her hands.

"You are very normal," I stated while chuckling and walking towards her and leaning on the counter near the fridge and freezer.

"Hush, I haven't taken this for a week and I was dying!" she mumbled while taking another spoonfull of the ice cream.

I rolled my eyes and chuckled, while deciding my decision.

She looked happy with Chase and I couldn't do that to her. I wasn't going to break the two of them apart, not until she tells me she's not happy anymore with Chase and she breaks up with him because it's her decision or if Zayn actually tells Hazel how he feels about her.

I'm not going to break them up.

My decision was done and once I had decided something, no one could change my mind.