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Jazzie's POV.

My feet hurt so much. It was getting colder and colder again as the sun started to disappear behind the trees. I didn't want to show it in front of Tom, but I was desperate. I couldn't stand seeing the rest of the people getting ready for Christmas, it made me sick.

It was fair. It just wasn't fair!

I couldn't stop picturing Dougie, alone, in his house. Was he sad? Of course he was... Was he crying? I hope he wasn't.

I covered my eyes with my hands, as if that could make the images in my head go away.

A few hours ago I had left my comfortable spot in the bench and started walking again. I was tired and I felt dirty. All I wanted was to find Steph, then I'll be able to go home and have a hot shower that would last for hours. My feet were killing me, my shoes hadn't been made for long walks, I knew that now. Tom was looking tired aswell, and very impatient.

"Jazz..." he said, looking uncomfortable "We should leave..."

"Leave?" I said "Why?"

"Well, it's Christmas" he said in a 'isn't-it-obvious?' way "Our families are waiting for us"

"And Dougie's waiting for Stephanie"

"You think I don't know that?" he said "We can't do anything if she doesn't come"

I moved my hands impatiently.

"Give me another two hours?" she said.

"Two hours?" he repeated "My family's in London, that's three or four hours away from here, Jazzie. And you'll have to come with me 'cause I can't leave you alone but I can't take you back home either."

I bit my lip, for the first time in a long time I felt like crying.

"I'm sorry Jazzie" he said, looking even more uncomfortable "One hour, we're leaving in one hour"

I nodded, though I wanted to complain. But Tom didn't deserve it, he'd done enough. I wasn't going to let all my anger and frustation fall over his shoulders.

"I'm sorry I can't give you more time... I hope you find her, Jazz..." he said "I remember Dougie saying they had written their names in a bench, that it'd been kind of cheesy and corny, but that he somehow knew it'd meant something, like they had left a mark... If she doesn't come here, she's coming back at all. You should know that's not your fault"

I wanted Tom to stop, he wasn't making this easier. If she didn't come back to Doug, it would be my fault, in a way at least.

"I'll keep looking" I said, I wanted to get away from him now.

Though I felt like it was actually starting to hurt me, I kept walking, a bit faster this time. I looked all around me, all around the park. People were leaving, it was time to meet each other's family. And I was still stuck here. One hour, I only had one hour to find her. If she came at all. And, if she did come, then I would have to convince her to go back to my brother's arms.

I tried to hurry, to cover as much ground as I possibly could.

Then I stopped. Then I slapped my hand against my forehead.

'Of course!' I thought and started running towards the lake again.

I stopped in front of the first bench I saw and examined it carefully, though I could barely see anything.

Stupid winter, stupid sun that comes down early, stupid dark park.

There was nothing written in that bench.

I ran towards the next one, feeling like I would vomit because of how freaking tired I was.

'Don't think about that, don't think about that...' I thought.

Nothing, there was nothing in this stupid bench either.

I ran towards the next one, and the next one...

Nothing!

I moved my arms in the air in a crazy way and kicked the ground angrily. I was cold, I was sad, I was frustrated, I was angry, I was tired, I was hungry!

Then I sighed. Feeling sorry about myself it's not my thing.

Then I raised my head, tears of frustration in my eyes.

And there she was. Or at least so I thought. She was several benches away from me, sitting in one of them, staring down at something, alone.

Honestly, for a moment I thought I was seeing things.

I thought about jumping behind a tree and hiding, in case she was me and ran away. I felt stupid as I pictured that in my head. Now I had actually find her, I had no idea what I should do.

I took a deep breath as I thought about things I could say. Then I decided I should just walk towards her and let things flow.

Shacking a little bit because I was cold and extremely nervous -which was weird, I didn't thought I'd get nervous-, I started walking towards her. Stephanie never looked up at me, I was walking silently and carefully so I wouldn't scare her away.

"H-Hi..." I said.

She looked up fastly, confused, and stared at me for a long time before she said something.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she said. I would have normally answer in an agressive way, but she didn't sound angry; she sounded confused and worried. Could she be worried about me?

"Well... I asked Tom to bring me here" I said.

"Tom's here?" she looked around "Wait, why are you here?"

She rubbed her hands against her eyes for a moment. Was she crying?

How awkward.

"Do you mind if I sit?" I said, I couldn't help myself "My feet are killing me"

"Yeah, sure..." she said as she looked down again "It's a free country..."

I sat down and a horrible pain spread through my legs. Oh, my freaking God, that would hurt a lot more tomorrow.

I looked down too and I saw it, Dougie's horrible handwriting. 'Doug & Steph'. I half-smiled. Yeah, cheesy and corny... But sweet. Stephanie was staring at that too.

"Your family must be waiting for you" she said after a long moment of awkward silence. I just didn't know what to say though I'd thought about it a thousand times. None of what I'd thought about sounded strong enough to convince her now.

"Dougie must be waiting for you" I said.

"I know" she said.

"So... Why don't you go back to him?"

"Because this weekend with your family... It showed me I was right, though I never wanted to believe it"

"You were right about what?"

"I'm not right for your brother, I don't belong in his world. I never have, I never will. He should be with someone that understand him, his way of life..."

"Dougie's being with girls like that and it didn't work out. Look, my family will get use to you... Eventually... We are... Well, we're complicated... We're kind of... Assholes"

"You're BNP supporters!" she said as she opened her eyes a lot.

"I'm not" I said "I don't even like politics"

"And why did he have to propose? We were fine, we were perfectly fine!" she said, sounding as frustrated as I was.

"Why did you say no? What's wrong with him?" I asked.

"I never thought he wanted that! I mean, he's childish, he rarely commits to big things. This is marriage! I don't know if I'm ready for that, I'm a mess! And Dougie- He's always busy, he's away a lot... And a wedding... It's such a mess to plan a wedding! And I can't afford something like that, and I hate that Dougie has to pay for everything!"

I stood up and she followed me with her eyes, confused.

"Look" I said "I jumped from a window for you"

"What?" she said.

"Yeah. And I walked and ran all around this freaking park all day long trying to find you." This is what happens when I'm this tired "So shut up for a moment, will you?"

She just stared at me, confused.

"Thank God" I said, annoyed "Look, just tell me you're here. Why are you sitting in this park, in this bench?"

"Because it reminds me of happy days"

"Why?" I insisted.

"Because I met Dougie"

"And why does that make you happy? If my brother's so freaking inmature and- and-, don't know, whatever reasons you said before... Then why does he make you so happy?"

"'Cause I'm in love with him" she said like it was obvious, like I shouldn't even make such a stupid question.

"Then deal with his shit!" I said as raced an eyebrow and started walking around "Oh, poor you, your boyfriend pays for your University, how terrible! Oh, poor Stephanie, his boyfriend asked her to marry her too soon!"

I put my hand inside my pocket and grabbed the ring Dougie had left behind in the house, the ring he'd bought for Steph.

"This is yours" I said and gave it to her, kind of threw it to her hands actually. She opened her hands to grab it, surprised by my sudden bad mood. This is me.

"Why are you giving this to me?"

"Because my brother bought it for you, so you should have it."

"But this in an engagement ring"

"Yes, it is. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and make up your mind. Do you want it or not?"