Its A Kind Of Magic (Previously 'Deciding')

Chapter 9: The War Zone

This chapter is in Jess' point of view again. Back to normal,

Enjoy x

***********************************

I woke up the next morning and I felt warm and cozy. I realised that Jack was still next to me with his arm still wrapped around my waist. I struggle to remember the events of last night due to my incredible hangover. Even though I didn't have much to drink, but then again I've never been able to hold my drink. When I finally remember what happened last night, I froze. All of the warmth I had just felt left me in an instant. I shuddered at the thought of Harry touching me and kissing me. I felt like I was about to throw up. Literally. I got out of bed quickly, waking Jack up with a start and I ran to the bathroom. I sat with my head leaning over the toilet, then I threw up. I heard footsteps behind me. Jack. He lifted the hair from around my face and held it back whilst rubbing my back up and down gently. I threw up again and I hated the fact that Jack had to watch me literally spill my guts. When I stopped he stood up and got me a glass of water to rinse my mouth out and a towel to wipe around my mouth. He did all this without saying a word. While I had a drink he sat down next to me with his legs stretched out. All of the night's memories flooded back and I cried uncontrollably. I rolled over and my head fell in his lap. He pulled me into his chest and he stroked my hair. I sobbed into his still bare chest and he wrapped me up in his arms. He didn't say anything but his hug and comforting were enough. Then he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I wrapped my arms around his waist and we sat there for a while.

"Sshhh it'll be ok. You're fine Jess, I'm here" he said whilst rocking me in his arms. And that was all that mattered, he was there looking after me. Thats all I needed. We both must have fallen back to sleep, because when I look at the clock in the bathroom, its about two hours later than it was when we first entered the bathroom. I looked up to see Jack looking at me.

"What? Have I got sick in my hair?" I say running my hands through it.

"No its just... haha... just, you look peaceful when you're asleep" he chuckles to himself and then flashes me the smile he only offers once in a while. The big infectious smile that makes his blue eyes widen and glitter and the one that makes his apparently "annoying" dimples appear. I thought they were cute. I stand up and offer him a hand to help him get up and takes it, jumping as he does. I come face to face with his golden, tanned six pack of rock hard abs. He leaves the bathroom so I can take a shower and I scrub every inch of my body like I'd caught some mad, infectious, disease. I wanted to remove any traces of Horny Harry from my body. I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until I felt mostly clean. I wrapped my hair up in a towel and put one around my body. Hesitantly I walked out the bathroom making sure not to bump into Jack. I walk into my room and he isn't there, but then I smell if. The gorgeous smell of bacon and toast. Just what I needed. I put my pyjamas back on and ran down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen ti find Jack stood over the stove frying bacon and toasting bread in the toaster. Then I realised he was wearing my mom's "kiss the cook" apron that she hardly ever wore. I laughed a little before Jack noticed me standing there. I took a seat at the breakfast counter and Jack continued preparing his creation. He placed a plate down in front of me with a toasted bacon sandwich on it, a large cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice by its side.

"My miracle hangover cure!" He said pointing to the plate.

"Thank you" I said "Where is yours?"

"I haven't got a hangover" he said smugly.

"Lucky" I muttered under my breath with a mouthful of sandwich in my mouth. He laughed, but I have a feeling he didn't understand my gibberish. After I had finished my sandwich I went upstairs to get changed. Jack had popped home to get a couple of sets of clothes because he had a surprise 'get over him plan' which I was excited to find out. But whatever this plan was, I didn't think it would be that easy to forget about Tom. He hurt me. But I could try. Although, he never actually said it was over. I don't know what to think...