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-Description- Jessica was not your ordinary teenager. She was ordinary in a way, she is an 18 year old girl who went to University and had a decent amount of her friends. But what was not ordinary was her past. Her entire life was normal until the accident. After that, everything changed, but for the worst. About 5 months later, 5 boys will change her life forever. Will it be for better, or for worse? -Chapter 1- *5 months earlier* I woke up to a bright blinding light. Everything was white, the floors cielings, everything. I heard a faint beeping in the background, and faces were hovering over me. Everything soon came into focus. The blurred voices soon cleared up. "She's waking up!" "Jessica! Do you hear me?" "Jess!" At first, I was so confused. Ignoring the voices, I looked up and around at my surroundings. A hospital. That's where I was. But why? I looked over at the people the voices belonged to, who were expecting an answer. I soon recognized them as Emily, Amelia, Sammy, Julia, and Emma. My 5 closest friends. "What happened?" I tried to question, but instead croaked. I had obviously not spoken in a while. "Umm, well, do you remember the accident?" Julia said. Suddenly, it all came back to me. The lights, the sound. "Kinda." "Well what was the last thing you remember?" This time Sammy spoke. I struggled to sort through my memories. "Uh, I was on the bus, and.." Suddenly it all came back to me. "We were going around the turn by the brook. A truck came by, and hit us. I remember we tipped over, and I hurt my leg, and then everything went blank." Their gaze went down to my right leg. My eyes drifted down there, and where my leg should have been, was nothing. Just below my knee, everything was gone. I clamped my hand over my mouth to stifle a cry-scream. "What happened after I blacked out?" I asked. Their heads all dropped. I looked for Jake, my only friend on my bus. He was also my amazing boyfriend of almost .... Wait, what was the date? "Guys? Where's Jake, and how long have I been out?" Sammy spoke up. "We will tell you about Jake lat-" "Is he okay?" "Jess, Jake is fine. The doctors said your leg went through a window and under the bus. The fire burned the rest of it. It was shattered and burnt beyond repair, they had to amputate it. You have also been in a coma for 2 months." I gaped at this. 2 months? Two while months? They had to wait 2 months for me to wake up, wondering if I would die at any given notice. "2 months? How long have you guys been here?" Julia was the first to spoke up. "At first,we would all come. But as the weeks went by, we kinda began to lose hope. But at least one of us came to check on you everyday after school. On the weekends, we would all come sometimes, hoping you would wake up. Jake stopped coming all together after 1 month" "Where is Jake? What has he been doing?" "Jess, you've already been through a lot today, I don't think you-" "Tell me, god damit!" The doctors came in the room. "Ladies, I'm afraid you will have to leave, we have to run some tests." They started to protest, but were soon led out by the doctors. ------------ After the doctors ran some tests, I was so exhausted I passed out. 5 days. At least 5 days until I would go home. That is, if I chose to co-operate. My rehab would start a few days after. Then, I could get fitted for my prosthetic leg a few weeks later. I started counting the days. -Chapter 2- *4 weeks later* "Jess, are you sure you want to do this?" Julia was in my apartment. I called her up this morning, saying I was ready to go to school Monday, which was tomorrow. "Look Julia, I'm going to have to go back to school sooner or later. I might as well get it over with now." "Jess, why can't you just wait-" "For what Julia!" Her voice dropped. "Jess, you have no idea what people have been saying about you. The rumors that have been going around. And Jake..." "Julia, please tell me about Jake. You guys haven't told me a thing about him, and he hasn't answered any if my texts or calls. What happened?" "H..h...he-" "He what?" "He cheated on you Jess. After a month, he couldn't take it anymore. He just got up and walked out. Next thing we know, he was hooking up with Abigail." That's what they have been waiting to tell me. That dick. I was in a coma! A freakin coma! My blood began to boil, along with the years that were falling down my face. "I...I think I should go." I stated, picking up my crutches. "Jess, don't you dare go after him!" "Who said I was going after him?" "Jess, we all hate Abigail! And you know how she is, what do you think she will do when you go up to her door with half a leg missing? And how the hell do you think you would get there?" She had a point. "I'm just going to go clear my mind." I stated. I grabbed my crutches, got up, and slammed the door shut behind me. I slowly went up the 2 flights of stairs, but I made it. The roof. The roof was perfect. It was a U-shape and was made of concrete, with a small 2 foot barrier around it. I know, boring right? But it had the perfect view. To the east, was the park behind the apartment. To the south and west, were the trees and forest covering the rounded green mountains that were just beginning to change to the colors of autumn. And finally, to the north, if you looked beyond the forest, was the small private lake. It was called Donut Lake, because it had a small island in the center. I owned a dock there, along with a canoe and 2 kayaks, but I doubted if I would ever use them again. I would also go there to clear my mind, but it's a far walk, and I don't think I could make it there with my crutches. I went over to one of the corners facing the park. I set myself down, positioned so that there was a barrier to my back and to the left. I picked up my phone, plugging my earbuds in. At a time like this, Ed Sheeran could draw me away from this world and into the music. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. --------------------- As I woke up, the sun began to set. It was beautiful. So beautiful, I wanted to instagram it. I opened the app for the first time in almost 2 months. I posted the photo with the caption 'sunsetstagram' and clicked 'share'. I slowly made my way back down to my apartment. Julia had left, leaving me alone. It was 6 o'clock, so I began to make dinner. I searched through the pantry, and decided to make tacos. Tacos were the best thing in the world, I could eat them all day! On average, I eat about 10, so I grabbed enough stuff for the 10 tacos. 3 things I love about food; a. It is delicious b. It is so fun to cook c. I have a high metabolism and love sports, so I can eat all I want and not get fat. The tacos were soon done, so I sat down and began eating as I checked my instagram. I was halfway into my 4th taco when my picture came up and I saw the comments. I almost chocked. Julia was right. People were saying everything from my leg to Jake. 'At least your leg will distract people from your fugly face' 'No wonder Jake cheated on you, freak!' 'I wonder who you're hooking up now, slut.' I couldn't take it. I threw my phone across the kitchen and began sobbing. I threw out my food and went to my room. The comments continued to flow in. I was sobbing into my pillow, when I noticed my bathroom light on. No Jess, don't do it! But why not, tons of people do it anyways. I slowly got up and walked over to the bathroom. I slowly slid the razor over my wrists, letting the blood flow down my arm as it mixed with the tears dripping from my face. -Chapter 3- I was not going to school today. That was the first thing that entered my mind as I woke up on my bathroom floor. Glancing down, I saw that my arms and the floor were covered in blood. I sighed and picked myself up off of the floor. I looked in the mirror and gasped. When I sleep, I sleep with my wrists up to my cheeks, so they too, were covered in blood, as well as the tear streaks going down my face. My frizzy brown hair stuck to my face caked in tears and blood. My normally crystal clear blue eyes were red and puffy. Soon the stench of blood filled my nose. I desperately needed a shower. I place a stool with rubber legs that wouldn't slide into the shower so I could sit down instead of standing on one leg. I stripped off my clothes and plugged my iPhone into my ihome, as 'Because Of You' by Kelly Clarkson came on. Getting into the shower was tricky. If the sliding glass doors weren't hard enough to open and close, my shower was also a bathtub. After much consideration of how to get in, I placed my stump in the panel where the doors slide, and threw my other leg into the shower. It was painful, but I made it. I turned the hot water all the way up and let the blood flow down into the drain. I began singing as the bridge came on. I watched you die I heard you cry every night in your sleep I was so young you should have known better than to lean on me You never thought of anyone else You just saw your pain And now I cry In the middle of the night For the same damn thing I clenched my eyes shut as I hit the high note and dragged it out. I loved to sing. I had a strong, powerful voice similar to Kelly Clarkson and Perrie Edwards. I sang covers on YouTube. I had a partnership program and I sold my covers on iTunes, so I had a decent amount of money. Oh shit. I haven't done a cover in 3 months. I quickly finished my shower, scrubbing the blood out of my skin and hair. I hopped out, wrapped myself in a towel, and limped to my room and into my walk in closet ( I told you I had a decent amount of money). I wanted to do a cover, So I dressed in a black and white flowing tank top and skinny ocean blue jeggings, pinning it up after my stump. I knew blow drying my hair would just frizz it up and would take about an hour anyway, so I put in some leave in conditioner and left it down to air dry. I put on my typical makeup, just some mascara and lip gloss. I glanced down to my cuts, then to my makeup. I figured I can hide them under the makeup. After piling it on, it was still visible, but not noticeable. I went downstairs to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich, as it was already noon. I didn't dare open any of my social networking sites. I had everything, a twitter, tumblr, vine, instagram, and Facebook. I opened up my YouTube though, as no one from my school had found it... Yet. I had lost a few subscribers, but still had about 5k. I smiled at this. My voice was amazon enough to please 5,000 people. Not just my voice though. I recorded every sound myself, drums, guitar, piano, I could play almost any instrument. I also put together the entire video and edited it and the music together. I opened up my camera and placed it on the counter in front of me. I positioned myself so you could see from my mid stomach up, hiding my legs. I put on a fake smile and clicked 'record' "Hey guys! It's Jess! I first of all want to let you know I am so so so sorry for not posting any videos!" I took a deep breath, thinking about what to say next. "I've been going through some personal issues, so I haven't been focused on YouTube too much. But here I am!" "I will be doing a cover later today! I will cover 'Because Of You' by Kelly Clarkson." "Remember, I love it when you guys comment! I accept requests, and try to do them all!" "So comment down there!" I pointed down, to where a viewer’s comment box would be. "I'll see you guys again soon! Until then, bye! I love you all!" I clicked the record button again to end the video. After cropping out the parts where I leaned it to start/stop recording, and play around with lighting and sound quality, I posted the video. I walked down to the recording studio to begin a busy day of work. -Chapter 4- *3 months later* How was everything? Oh, everything was just fine. Well, I guess some things were actually fine. I had been fitted for my prosthetic leg, and also got my one for basketball, and one to use later in the lacrosse season. Unfortunately, I had missed Cross Country while in the hospital. It was now January. Basketball had just started, and I made the team even with my leg. Even I was surprised by this. The only downside to this was, people would see me in shorts, and see my leg. My friends helped me through everything though. Well, some of them. Most of them had left, not wanting to be friends with a freak, and a target of bullying. Sammy and Julio had stayed by my side the whole time. Amelia was still me friend, but wasn’t around much. But those 3 girls made my day just a bit better. They would smack someone in the face if they even dared say anything about me. Once, Sammy brought a baseball bat to school and never left my side. She would go around saying "someone's gonna get it!" Like it was an old nursery rhyme or something. But there was only one person who knew everything about me. Brian. He was a new student at our school, and he also moved into the apartment at the end of my hall, so my friends and I let him sit with us at lunch. Everything about him was amazing. His smile, looks, personality, everything. He was smart and funny, and cared about everyone, especially me. As soon as he found out about my leg, he wouldn't let anyone even come near me. One day, he finally asked me out. I was so happy all I could do was pull his head towards mine and kiss him. We decided to keep our relationship secret though, as people would just be calling me a slut and whore 5x as often. He was the only one who knew I cut. He was the only one who knew how deep down my depression went. ------------------------- I slammed my laptop shut at hard as I could. It already had several cracks across the screen, and I'm pretty sure I just added at least one more. I ran up the stairs with my hands to my face as I cried my heart out and shoved open the bathroom door. I rested my hands on the sides of the sink for support and looked up into the mirror. No matter how much makeup I piled on my face, it was not enough. No matter how much I starved myself, and how much my ribs showed, was not enough. No matter how much money I spent on newer, fancier, more expensive clothes, was not enough. No matter how many insults were thrown at me every day, was not enough. No matter how much pain I felt when I cut, was not enough. Nothing was never enough, And now I've had enough. -- I ran down the stairs as fast as my legs would allow. I had to be quick. Brian had already sent several texts and was starting to call me, so he knew something was wrong. A few of my friends like Sammy and Julia had begun to do the same. The kitchen. That’s where the painkillers were. I figured that would be the fastest, most painless way to end it all. I grabbed a ton of bottles, throwing them on the kitchen table, my wrists still bleeding all over them. The constant buzzing of my phone made me think that there were still a few people in the world who cared about me. A few. But they would get over it. Everyone does. You have to deal with loss in your life. I know I’ve dealt with my fair share. I snatched a bottle off the table. I tried to open it, but struggled as it was wet with my blood and tears. I heard a pounding at the door and my heart sped up. Through my blurred teary vision I could see the door begin to open. I ducked behind the island table. “Jessica!” Brian. He seemed extremely worried, was he….. crying? I had to do this quick. I just can’t put up with this anymore. “Jessica! Don’t do it!” We both seemed to panic. “JESSICA!!!!” He turned around the table just as soon as I opened the bottle. Through my teared vision I could see him run over and grab me from behin, spilling the pills everywhere. “No!” I screamed and cried out He sat down and soothed out my hair. “Jessica.” He whispered and held me tighter. “Let me die! I want to die!” I screamed and cried out. “Jessica. You’re okay. Nothing bad will ever happen again. I promise” I just kept weeping as he quietly sobbed behind me, kissing my cheek every now and then, trying to calm me. Soon Sammy and Julia came in the apartment, and I lost it again. “Jess, oh my god.” Sammy sobbed as she crouched down next to me, and Julia did the same. “Jess everything will be okay. An ambu-“ “No!” I screamed and cried out again. ”Nothing will ever be okay! Don’t you see that? I know you guys have been trying your hardest to protect me, but nothing will ever be the same. I just have had enough!” I broke down again. The last thing I remembered was the paramedics rushing into the room as I fell asleep in Brian’s arms. -Chapter 5- I remember waking up in a hospital, a heart monitor connected to me. Again. I guess I was just drawn to hospitals. “Jess” Sammy whispered. “You awake?” “Yeah.” I croaked. “Did I really try to do it?” I asked, not quite wanting the answer. It was silent for a minute. “Yes, you really did.” Brian whispered, and began to sob. “Jess, I was so scared. You didn’t answer any texts, so I was worried. I called Sammy and Julia and asked if you were with them. They said no, and I was so scared, Jess. When I found you in the kitchen, with the pills and the blood, I was just so scared. I thought I was going to lose you.” I looked up at my friends, their faces filled with sorrow. I can’t believe I almost left them. I mean so much to these 3 people, and they mean the world to me. “Guys, I am so so so sorry. I can’t believe I almost left you.” I began choking on the words. “ I promise to never try to do something like that again. And I know it will be hard, but I’m going to try to stop cutting. You 3 mean the world to me, and I just don’t want to leave you.” They all stood up and hugged me. “Jess, I’m so proud of you for saying that. I know it will be hard. But we will be with you every step of the way.” I hugged them back. “I love you guys so much.” “I love you too.” They all said in unison. -------------- *1 month later* I had to go through rehab, but it was just a once per week counseling class. I was also on anti-depressants, which didn’t help much, but it did help somewhat. Just like my friends had promised, they had been there every step of the way. After only 1 week, my cutting had slowed down from almost every day to once a week. Now it was only once in a little while. But i was cut-free for 2 weeks. I also hadn’t cried for about 2 weeks. Life was now a bit more free. ---------------- "Come on Jess!" Sammy and Julia were in my apartment. We had a new neighbor across the hall, and they wanted to go meet them. They even made me make brownies. "I don't want to." I replied. I was the lazy, unorganized girl who always procrastinated and was always on their phone or computer blogging. "Why not? What if they're boys? What if they're cute boys?" "I have Brian. And what cute guy on the face of the Earth would like you?" That got me a slap from Sammy. I hit her back, and we got into one of our famous cat-butterfly fights. Apparently I slap like a butterfly. "Guys, lets just go!" Julia yelled. We groaned and walked out of my apartment and across the hall. I knocked on the door and waited for a reply. The door opened and a boy about our age, maybe a little older appeared. He had curly brown hair and green eyes. He was also extremely familiar, I just didn't know why. "Um, can I help you?" He said. I swear I could hear Sammy sigh, he had the most amazing British accent. "Oh, I'm Jessica, but you can call me Jess. I live across the hall in 7B. These are my friends Julia and Sammy. We came to welcome you guys, here are some brownies." I said handing out the tray of them. His eyes lit up. "Oh, come in, and meet the other boys." Sammy sighed again. 'You can set down the brownies on the kitchen table. I walked inside the apartment. All apartments on each floor are pretty similar, so I had no trouble finding the kitchen. I set down the brownies and looked around at all the boxes. "Wow, you guys must have just moved in." I said. "Really? What gave you that idea?" The boy responded. "Hey, I'll have you know I am VERY fluent in sarcasm." "She's right!" Julia yelled out. I think Sammy was still speechless. "Guys! Get your butts down here, we have visitors!" The boy yelled up the stairs. He turned to face us. "I apologize, we are still very busy unpacking. Would you like some tea?" Sammy and Julia said yes, and smirked at me. I sighed. "No thanks. I'm very.... Picky about what I drink. I don't like coffee, soda, tea, iced tea, anything fizzy, and I'm underage. So I'll have water or juice if you have any." He just stared at me. "Water it is then." He left to go get water as 4 boys came down the stairs. *Niall's POV* I came down the stairs, expecting some crazy fans or something. Instead, there were 3 perfectly calm, normal girls. Well 2 normal and 1, words can't even describe her. She looked beautiful, and I knew she didn't know it. She had no makeup on, and just a simple pair of dark blue jeans and a maroon hoodie, with some red high top basketball shoes. Her brown wavy hair was just a little frizzy, and turned shades of gold and auburn where the light hit it. She turned to look at me. She had stunning blue eyes. They even had a little ring of hazel surrounding the pupil. She was beautiful. *Jess's POV* The 4 boys came down the stairs. There was one blonde haired one, with some brown roots showing, and blue eyes. There was one with black hair and eyes, his hair styled with a quiff with a blonde streak. One has a brown buzz cut and brown eyes. The last one had brown hair in a quiff and blue eyes. The curly haired boy from before spoke up. "Guys, this is Jessica, you can call her Jess" he pointed at me and I gave a small wave. "Sammy, and Julia." "Jess and Julia? Really? You expect us to tell you apart?" The brown haired quiff spoke up. Yes, I call people by their hair. I put my hand in the air in defense. "Hey, I didn't choose my name. Make up some random nickname if you want, but for Julia, not me." "And girls," curly turned to us. "I'm Harry. This is Niall," blondie=Niall "Zayn" banana quiff = Zayn, "Liam" buzz cut=Liam "and Louis." Chocolate quiff=Louis. Easy enough to remember. When each of them spoke up, I realized they all had British accents, except Niall, who had an Irish accent. "You guys are extremely familiar. I don't know why. I've never met you before, but I recognize you." I said. They all looked at each other and smirked. Sammy and Julia gasped. At first, I was confused as to why, but then I did too. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. They're One Direction. -Chapter 6- A/N I apologize in advance for the short chapters!! *Disclaimer* I do not own ANY of the songs mentioned in this story unless I say otherwise! I have created my own plot line and have also created all of my characters except for 1D and any future celebrities to appear in the story. And all tours, award shows, and most interviews are real, I did not create them, but dates will be changed for the sake of the plot. *Jessica's POV* "Wait, are you guys-" "AND WE'RE ONE DIRECTION!" Louis screamed at the top of his lungs. "Uh, ya, I was about to say that, no need to kill my ears" Sammy said. "You guys can go make yourself at home on the couch over there." Zayn said as he pointed to the red sectional couch, buried by boxes. "Uh, if we can get there." Julia said. "Hey, I live across the hall, do you guys want to get to know each other there instead?" I asked. "Yes please." Niall said . "I'm kinda claustrophobic. "ME TOO!" I screamed and gave him a high five as hard as I could. "Not a mini Louis." Liam mumbled. "Hey, I can be very sensible at times, and I'm not mini. I think I'm taller than Zayn!" "Are not!" "Are too!" "Are not!" "Are too!" "Are not!" "Are not!" "Are too- wait...." "Reverse phycology. Works every time." I said before pivoting on my heel and walked out. "SWERVE!" I could hear Louis yell behind my as I stifled a giggle. I grabbed my keys and opened the door I my apartment, holding it open for the boys. "Make yourselves comfortable, Sammy can you get them drinks?" I asked. "Nah I'm-" I interrupted her with my death glare. "Whatever." She replied and walked into the kitchen. "This looks just like our flat! Except without all of the boxes!" Liam said. "Flat? What the hell is a flat?" I said "Oh right, we're not in England anymore. You Americans would call it an 'apartment'" "Hey! American is politically incorrect! The correct term is United Station!" "What are you, a train?" Louis said. I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone to text Brian. 'Hey Brian, the new neighbors are over, they're really nice. Come meet them? Xx -Jess.' 'Sure! Be over in a min! Cya! Xx -Brian' 'Cya! Xx -Jess' "Who is that?" Niall asked, peeking over my soldier. "Oh, that's my boyfriend, Brian. He lives down the hall, he'll be here in about a minute!" *Niall's POV* Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Boyfriend. Wait, why was I obsessing over this? I I only met Jess, what, like 5 minutes ago? My thoughts were interrupted when the door opened. A tall, muscular guy with a brown buzz cut and brown eyes walked in. I knew his type. The type that would date girls for the sake of dating. The type that would hurt Jess. She walked over to him and have him a quick peck on the cheek. The they looked into each others eyes showed how much they loved each other. I think I was gonna be sick. She turned to face us. "Guys, this is my boyfriend Brian. He lived down the hall. Brian, this is Zayn, Harry, Liam, Louis, and Niall." Each of the boys smiled and waved when they were introduced, I just have a quick wave, to show Brian I really didn't like him, but not to make it too obvious so Jess would notice. I don't know when. I don't know how. But Jess will be mine. -Chapter 7- *Jessica’s POV* We spoke for a bit about their past lives, and how they started out on the x-factor, and got third, but managed a huge record deal. Sammy, Julia, and Brian had all left, so it was just me and the boys. “I still don’t understand something.” “What?” Zayn asked. “I don’t understand why you, the biggest boy band in the world, decide to buy an apartment on the outskirts of a half city half rural town in Connecticut.” “Well,” Liam spoke up. “management wanted us to settle down for a few months, to away from home, to get used to being away from our family for tour. They wanted us to buy an apartment in this area because it isn’t even an hour away from New York City.” “Yeah, but why here, this town, this apartment? Sure, the apartments on this floor are above middle class, but they aren’t exactly luxury apartments either. Downtown, there’s a huge skyscraper luxury hotel. If a celebrity were to move to this town, I would expect them to move there. And this town is surrounded by the 5 richest towns in the state, if not New England.” Liam spoke up again. “It is more comforting. It gives us a sense of home. Being pampered, 5 star hotels, fine dining, sure, it’s nice. But after a while, it’s just too much. Everyone also looks up to you, if you mess up, it could ruin your career. They give a perfect life to normal people, and expect us to be perfect.” I had to give these guys credit. I had expected them to be rich, stuck up snobs, but they are just 5 normal guys. “Wait, did you say New England?” Louis said. “Yes, the northeast section of the country, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Vermont, New Hampshire, and Maine, are all classified as New England. That’s why my favorite football team, the Patriots, who play in Massachusetts, are called the New England Patriots. They are the only football team in New England. But in this part of Connecticut, everyone is Giants and Jets fans.” “Stop spitting out information, my brain hurts!” Louis yelled. “I take it he’s not the smartest.” “Pretty much” Zayn said. “Hey!” Louis yelled. “Fine. Let’s talk about sports. Let me just say one thing, do not call soccer ‘football’. Here, football is what you would call ‘American Football’.” “Fine.” Harry said. “What are your favorite sports?” “To watch or play?” “Both” “I play lacrosse, basketball, and do cross country. I don’t like cross country too much, it is more of a conditioning sport to me. I really like basketball, but I just love lacrosse. I’m center in basketball, and center midfield in lacrosse. I like to watch some baseball and basketball. I really follow and love football though.” “I think I speak for all of us when I say we love to play and watch foo- I mean, soccer” Louis said. “Hate to rain on your parade, but I hate soccer.” They all gasped. “I suck at it, and it’s just plain boring.” “Get out.” Zayn said. “It’s my apartment.” He rolled his eyes and I chuckled. “So, out of American sports, like football, baseball, hockey, and basketball, who are your favorite teams?” “Well, for basketball, I like the Celtics “ Niall spoke up. “Hug me brotha!” I yelled. He gave me a bone crushing hug. “Niall.... can’t…. breathe….” “Sorry”, he said, and released me. “Well, the rest of the boys and I like the Heat.” Louis said with a grin. “I would say go to Hell, but I never want to see you again.” I said, earning a huge laugh from Niall. He laughs at everything, just like me. “I’ll gve you one more chance. Baseball?” “Yankees.” Harry said, and Zayn and Liam nodded. I gave all 3 of them a high five.” “I kinds like the cubs.” Niall said. “They’re like, bears, and….” “Fair enough. Louis?” “Uh… I’m scared to say…. Red S-“ “Stop!!” I yelled. “If you finish that sentence, might as well walk out the door.” He slumped in his seat. “Okay, this one matters more than anything. Football?” “Packers!” Harry yelled and pumped his fist. “Meh, don’t have a problem with them, you’re good.” “Colts.” Liam said “Not bad.” “Broncos.” Zayn said. “Peyton Manning is good, and they have Wes Welker. Good choice.” “I also like the packers.” Niall said. I shrugged. “Louis?” “I like 2 teams, the Giants and the Jets.” I stood up. “Louis get the f*** out of my apartment.” I said, pointing to the door. He didn’t move. “Are you waiting for an invitation? I just gave you one.” “Are you serious?” “You like the Heat, the Red Sox, the Jets and the Giants. Of course I’m serious!” I started to raise my voice. He walked out the door and I sat back down. The boys stared at me “I can’t believe you kicked him out over sports.” Zayn said.. “Heat are rivals with the Celtics, and they’re good, so I hate them. Red Sox and Yankees are rivals. Normally the Yankees are amazing, but this year, I don’t think so. Jets and Patriots are rivals, but the Jets suck, and the Patriots have won the division 9 times in the past 11 years. But the Giants are in a division with a bunch of crappy teams as well, so they somehow manage to get to the playoffs half the time. 1 out of 4 times they make it to championship and sometimes superbowl. Whenever they do make the superbowl, the Patriots are in it too. They did that twice. The first time they ruined the Patriots perfect record. That is why you do not speak of them in this apartment. EVER.” ‘You are the only girl I know who cares about sports.” Liam said. “Really only football, my brother and dad would watch it all the time. They liked the Jets. My mom and sister were and crazy about the Giants. I’m a Patriots fan. Don’t ask why, I just am.” “Anyway, you kept saying you were taller than me? I would like to verify that.” Zayn said. Way to change the subject. “Fine, stand up.” I said. He did, and we stood back to back. ‘You’re close.” Niall said. “But Jess is taller.” “Yes!” I yelled, as I pumped my fist in the air and jumped on the couch. “Not fair! She has shoes on!” Zayn pouted. “Take them off stand up.” I was about to reach down, but then I realized, If I take off my shoe, they will see my leg. And if I show them my leg, they’ll think I’m some sort of freak, and they will never speak to me, just like the others. “No.” “Why not? It’s just a shoe.” “You don’t understand.” “Jess, just do it.” Liam spoke up. “No.” “Jess, why not?” Niall said. “”No.” “Cmon” Harry said. Great. Now they were all on my case. I can’t. I just met them, I don’t want to lose them.” “Jes-“ “JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” I yelled and quickly turned around and ran up the stairs so they could not see my tears beginning to fall. -Chapter 8- *Niall’s POV* What the hell? All we did was ask her to take off her shoe, what about that had upset her that much? “What the heck?” Liam spoke the words on all of our minds. “I have no idea.” Zayn replied. “Can I come back in now?” Louis yelled from the hallway, as I got up and let him back in. “Where’s Jess?” “She ran upstairs. Jess and I were comparing height. She was taller, but she had shoes on. So we all told her to take them off and she got upset. She ran upstairs and I think she started crying.” Zayn spoke up. “She probably went to her room. Do you think we should comfort her or leave her alone?” Liam questioned. “Even if we were to go upstairs how would we find her room?” Louis pondered. “I don’t know if you just don’t want to go, or are dumb.” Harry said. “This apartment is almost an exact replica of ours. She would probably be in the master bedroom.” ‘If I were her, I would want to be left alone. I have no idea why taking her shoe off upset her so much. And I don’t think she would tell us if we went after her.” Zayn again with his words of wisdom. “What if we asked one of her friends? They would know.” Liam spoke up. “I think she said her boyfriend lives at the end of the hall.” I said. “Let’s go.” ----------- We knocked on the door, to see no one other than Brian at the door. He looked… disgusted …. to see us. “Jess told me what happened. Give her time, gain her trust, and maybe she’ll tell you. It’s not something you tell someone you just met.” He said, slamming the door on us. ---------- *The next day* *Jessica’s POV* I was sitting on the couch sitting on my instagram. No one from school had found it, it was a hipster/edit account, and I was always making edits, mostly about Ed Sheeran and Little Mix, but sometimes Kelly Clarkson and Maroon 5. They are just amazing singers. I heard a knock on the door. I groaned and pulled myself off the couch. I had just woke up, and was not a morning person. I opened the door to see the boys standing there in their bathing suits. All of them had 6 packs, and looked hot. “Hey Jess. We’re going swimming. Come join us?” Zayn asked. I swear, these boys are just looking for every opportunity to expose my leg. Quick Jess, make up a lie... “I can’t, I’m, uh, on my period.” I replied. It was a legit reason. “Don’t they make stuff so you can swim with that?” Louis said. Of course he would know. “I ran out of tampons yesterday, I had basketball practice, and those are more comfortable. I used the last one and forgot to get more.” “Oh, um, well, you wanna just sit by the pool then?” Liam said. “Fine. But I swear to god, if you pull or push me in, I know where you live, and will kill you.” I said. “Well, I guess we could have figured you are on your period without telling us.” Harry said, and I slapped him on the arm. I grabbed my phone and closed the door to the apartment. We took the elevator down to the 2nd floor, where the pool was. I sat on the bench while I watched the boys push each other in the pool. Meanwhile, Zayn was still in the shallow end. “What’s the matter Zayn, on your period too?” I asked. That got a huge laugh from the other boys, while Zayn blushed. “I uh, can’t swim.” Zayn said, making me raise my eyebrows. “I never lived near a pool or beach as a kid!” Zayn pouted. “Suurrreee.” I said sarcastically. I went back to my phone. I was scrolling through my instagram feed when I came across a picture of Perrie from little mix when I remembered, she was dating the one and only Zayn Malik, who was in the same room as me. “Zayn Malik!” I yelled, causing all the boys to look at me. “What do you want?” Zayn said, getting out of the water and walking over to me. I stood up so I would match his height. ‘You’re dating Perrie!!!!!!” I squealed like a little fan girl, causing him and the boys to chuckle. “Yes, yes I am. Are you a fan?” “ I suggest you not ask that question again if you don’t want me to fangirl all over you.” I stated. ”And yes, I love Perrie! She’s just so amazing!” “Yeah, she is.” Zayn said, smiling. I could tell he really loved her. “You really really love her, don’t you.” I said “Yeah..” He said shyly smiling and looking away. “You always make that little shy smile when you think about her. You guys are the cutest couple ever. Now go back to your ‘swimming’” I said, putting air quotes around swimming, making the boys laugh. Again. “Quit listening in on our conversation!” Zayn yelled, pushing Niall and Louis in the pool at the same time. I was dying of laughter. I liked these boys already. A/n sorry for the short chapters! From here on I will try to make them longer. Edited by PBPanda221, Jul 9 2013, 06:10 PM.
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| PBPanda221 | Jul 16 2013, 12:36 PM Post #2 |
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-Chapter 9- In the short week I had known the boys, I had grown really close to them, especially Niall and Zayn. Niall and I had so much in common and were best friends, and Zayn was like a brother. It was now late January. And Brian, Niall, Zayn and I were watching the AFC championship in my apartment. It was Patriots vs. Ravens. Brian was a Ravens fan. I came downstairs, wearing my Tom Brady jersey, seeing Niall, Zayn, and Brian in my apartment ready to watch the game. Brian was in his Joe Flacco jersey. I turned on the TV and went to the kitchen to grab the food. I had made appetizers, like mini tacos, taquitos, pigs in a blanket, stuff like that. I was lazy, so it was all frozen. But I was planning to make tacos later, so it was all good. “Hey!” I said, glaring at Niall, who was in my spot. “What?” “That’s my spot!” “So?” “Move!” He didn’t budge. Sighing, I placed the food on the table and jumped on top of him. “Ow! Okay, I’ll move!” He yelled from under me. I stood up, laughing, as he slid over. “Thank you, appetizers are ready.” I said as Niall’s eyes lit up. He loved food as much as I do. I piled food onto my plate and sat back down. “Oh my god Jess, how much do you eat?” Zayn asked. “Shut up! The game is starting!” I yelled and turned up the volume. When the Ravens came out of the tunnel, I booed, causing Niall to join in. Zayn and Brian turned to give us the death stare. “Oh, god, no, Zayn please don’t tell me you’re routing for the Ravens!” I yelled, and he chuckled. He was also wearing purple, the Raven’s main color. Great. “Ugh. No tacos for you.” “Tacos?” Niall said, his mouth full of food. “Yes, Niall, you get Tacos, as long as you don’t start routing for the Ravens.” “Yay!” He said, shoving more food on his plate as I chuckled. At halftime, the Patriots were winning. I happily got up and turned on the stove and got the taco meat out. I started making the Tacos as the boys watched the halftime highlights. “Don’t they have some fancy halftime show thing?” Zayn asked. “That’s the superbowl.” I said “But I though you said this was the championship.” “Oh my god, you have a lot to learn.” I said, putting the bowls of taco stuff on the kitchen table. “Tacos!” I yelled, as the boys came rushing in. “Only 2 tacos on your plate at once, save some for the rest of us.” I said, mainly looking at Niall, who put a few taco shells back. We sat back down on the couch, with me getting up every now and then to get more food. I went back to get more, along with Niall, when there was only one left. I sprinted over and grabbed it before him. “Hey! Not fair!” He said and pouted. “Life’s not fair.” I responded, as I filled my taco and sat back down. “Jess!” Zayn yelled. “What?” I said, my mouth full. “How many Tacos did you have?” “This is my 9th.” “Oh god, you’re as bad as Niall!” “Food and sleep are my two best friends.” I responded, turning the volume up. There were 15 seconds left, The Patriots were up by 4. The Ravens had the ball. I leaned in to the TV, tuning everyone out, as Brian did the same. Soon it was 4th down, with 3 seconds left, and they were at the 4 yard line. They couldn’t kick a field goal, the Patriots were up by too much. They had to go for it. C’mon defense! Flacco snapped the ball, and Wilfork raced at him. The clock ran out. As soon as the ball or Flacco hit the ground, the game would be over. I doubted he would score. Wilfork was about to sack him, when Flacco dodged him, and ran into the end zone. The Ravens had just scored, and won. “NO!” I screamed and jumped up. “YEAAAA!!!!” Brian yelled and ran around the apartment. “THE RAVENS ARE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!” Only that didn’t come from Brain. Louis was in the apartment, screaming. “THE PATRIOTS SUCK!” He yelled, and I chased after him. He ran out the door. “TAKE IT BACK!” “NEVER!” “TAKE IT BACK YOU BASTARD!” I yelled, chasing him into the apartment. I jumped on top of him, pinning it to the ground. I grabbed him arm and pulled it behind his back, hard. “TAKE IT BACK!” I pulled out my phone, and recorded this. I could so use this against him in the future. “NO!” He said, trashing around, but I pulled back his arm harder. “OKAY! “Okay what?” “I TAKE IT BACK!” “And?” “THE PATRIOTS ARE THE GREATEST FOOTBALL TEAM TO EVER EXIST!” I stopped recording, and got off him. I turned around and say all of the boys, even Harry and Liam, staring in shock. “Take a picture, it will last longer.” I snapped. “Oh my god, Louis is one of the strongest in the group!” Liam said. “Well, besides me.” “Is that a challenge, Payne?” I said. “Uh...uh…” “Thought so.” I turned on my heel, and went back to my apartment. *Louis’s POV* “Ow.” I said, as soon as Jess left. That girl was strong! “I’m going after her!” I yelled, but Brian pushed me back. “Guys, she’s upset.” He said. “I’ve seen her when the Patriots have lost. And now, when they almost made the superbowl? She’s pissed. She’ll take it out on anyone who comes near her.” “Really? How well do you really know her?” Zayn snapped. “More than you ever will.” Zayn pinned him up against the wall, Niall right behind him. Wow, that escalated quickly. “What the hell?” He said. “I know your type.” Zayn said. Here we go. “What are you talking about?” Niall butted him “You will not hurt her!” “Hurt her?” “She’s our best friend. She’s our sister. She’s fragile. If you hurt her, we will come after you.” Zayn said, pushing him against the wall harder. Brian scoffed. “She’s known you for a week. You think you know her? How much has she told you?” “Told us what?” Zayn said. “Exactly. You know nothing about her. Sure, she’s fun, loving, on the outside. Only 3 people in this world know her deep down. And you will never be one of them. She hates you.” “Shut up!” Niall said, and punched him in the pace. Oh god. Liam went up to Niall and pulled him back. “Listen here….” Zayn started, but Jess walked in. “I heard shouting all the way from my room! What is…..” Her eyes wandered over to Zayn and Brian. “What is going on?” She said. Zayn released Brian. “Nothing, nothing at all.” He said with a sneer. Brian whispered something in her ear, and her fists clenched as she looked over at Niall and Zayn. She hates us. He hates us. We hate him, but we love her. This was gonna get ugly. -Chapter 10- *Jessica’s POV* I was sitting in Brian’s apartment. Apparently Zayn had pinned him against the wall and gave him the ‘talk’ about me. Niall had even punched him! “Well, what did you do to them?” I asked. “Nothing! We followed you, anxious to see what you would do to Louis. When you left, Louis wanted to get revenge. I said to stay away, as you were pissed that the Patriots lost and were going to take it out on anyone around you.” “Well, it is kinda true…” I said. “Exactly! Then Zayn pinned me against the wall and asked how much I really knew about you. We got into this huge argument. Have you told them anything?” “No.” “Exactly, So I said that I knew more than they ever will.” “That’s it?” “Well, before that, they said that they didn’t want me hurting you, said they ‘knew my type’." “When did Niall punch you?” “Right before you came. I said that you wouldn’t tell them anything about you if they kept acting like that. He yelled shut up and punched me!” “Did anyone stop him?” I asked. “One of them, I forget his name, oh, Liam pulled him off.” “Did Louis and Harry, the other two, did they do anything?” “No, they just kinda stood there in shock.” Okay, so I can thank Liam for helping Brian. He was the sensible one, after all. I didn’t have any reason to be mad at Harry and Louis, but I swear to god I’m gonna kill Niall and Zayn. “It’s okay Brian,” I said. “I haven’t known them very long, but I guess Niall and Zayn are total douches.” He chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’ll talk to them.” I said, getting up. “Jess,” Brian said, grabbing my arm and standing up. “I love you, you know that right?” He asked, hugging my hips. “Yes,” I said, “And I love you more.” “No way! I so love you more!” I giggled, we always did this. “Bye Brian!” I said with a smile, and gave him a quick kiss before heading out the hall. I had some business to take care of. Instead of going straight to my apartment, like I usually did after going to Brian’s, I passed it and walked right into the boys. The lights were all out. I glanced at the stove, realizing it was 1 in the morning. Sighing, I turned around, when I saw Liam pressed up against the door, scaring the shit out of me. “Shit Liam! You scared me!” “Jess, I’m so sorry about what happened before.” “It’s okay Liam, you actually helped Brian by pulling back Niall.” “Jess, please don’t be mad at them.” “Why not Liam! They attacked my boyfriend!” “Jess-“ “Let me go Liam.” “Jess, I jus-“ “He’s right. After that, you will never know anything about me. If you don’t let me go home, I’m gonna be mad at you too. And you saw what happened to Louis. I was just competitively mad. Now, I’m really mad. I suggest you stay out of this.” I said, pushing him away, and stormed off down the hall to my room. ---------------- I woke up to my alarm at 11 the next morning. Ugh, I had classes at 1. I crawled out of bed and went to take a shower. The events of last night flashed across my mind. My blood bubbled with anger. After class, those boys were gonna get it. I slammed the shower off and went to pick out clothes. I just wore some skinny jeans, my black basketball hoodie, and my knee high converse. Those shoes were my best friends. I threw them on, grabbed my bag with my laptop, grabbed my phone and headed out the door. In the hall, I ran into Zayn. “Jess-“ “Save it.” I snapped, pushing around him and stormed off down the hall. I could feel his eyes staring into the back of my head, but I ignored it. I opened the door to the stairs and went down them. I know what you’re thinking. If I lived on the 7th floor, and had a fake leg, why would I be taking the stairs? I just have a bad feeling of elevators. I feel like they will drop at any second. Only supported by a few cables, what if the main one were to break? That’s why I take the stairs. I hopped in my car, and drove downtown to my classes. I was early, so I stopped at starbucks to get a hot chocolate. One good thing came out of my leg, handicap parking! I didn’t have to walk anywhere! I walked into Starbucks. Luckily, no line. I ordered a medium hot chocolate and sat down on my instagram. A ton of people had followed me, on twitter too, ever since the boys had. A ton of people had messaged me on twitter if I was dating any of the boys. Seriously? Just calm down! My hot chocolate was ready, so I drove off to class. --------------- After a few boring hours of class, I threw my stuff in my apartment, and stormed off to the boys’ apartment. I threw open the door. Harry, Liam, and Louis were sitting at the kitchen table, Niall and Zayn were nowhere to be found. “Where’s Niall and Zayn.” I said flatly, more like a command to tell me where they were than a question. “In Zayn’s room.” Harry said, while Liam shot him a glare. I went up the stairs when I faced a problem. Which room was Zayn’s? I put my ear to each door, listening for voices. I finally got to one where people were talking inside. I couldn’t make out any words, so I threw the door open. “What the hell were you thinking?” I said, glaring at them. “Oh, now you would like to listen to what I have to say?” Zayn said, referring to our meeting in the hall. “Yes, Zayn, I would. Spit it out.” “Jess, he’s going to hurt you. “ “Why would he do that?” “Because I know his type!” He sighed shaking his head. “Jess, I’ve only known you for a week, but you’re like a sister to me. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” “I can take care of myself. I’ve done it before and I’ll do it again.” “You don’t understand!” He yelled. “Understand what Zayn!” No response. “Niall, would you care to explain your actions?” “Jess, like Zayn said, he’s out to hurt you. He doesn’t love you.” “You don’t know a thing about either of us.” “Jess, just listen for a minute.” Niall said. “I’m listening.” “Jess, I know his type. Find a girl, get what he wants, then dumps her and moves on. He doesn’t love you, he just wants to hurt you. “Niall,” I said. “What Jess, what? Are you going to completely ignore what I said and just keep rambling on about how we don’t know anything about you? If we were your friends, if you had truly trusted us, then we would have known by now!” “YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WENT THROUGH!” I screamed and started crying. They stared at me in shock. “Every day, you had no idea what I went through. I was waiting for the right moment to tell you what. It is definatly not the type of thing you tell someone you just met! And if you go and attack my boyfriend, do you honestly expect me to tell you?” “We did not attack him!” Zayn protested. “Jess, we’re just protecting you, we don’t want you to get hurt.” Niall said. “DID YOU NOT JUST LISTEN TO ANYTHING I JUST SAID?” I wanted to rip their heads off. They were so frustrating and stubborn. “I’ve been hurt enough, and Brian has helped me through every step of the way!” “Jess, he’s going to hurt you.” I lowered my voice and flattened my tone. “Why would he want to hurt me when he saved my life.” With that, I turned on my heel and left their apartment, possibly forever. |
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| PBPanda221 | Aug 14 2013, 07:49 AM Post #3 |
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-Chapter 11- 2 weeks later, and I was still furious at Niall and Zayn. Liam had constantly begged me to forgive them, but I refused. We were now in my apartment, about to watch the superbowl with Liam, Brian, Louis, Harry, and I. “FOOD!” I yelled. Right now I had just put out some frozen foods that I put in the microwave, but also other things like bacon wrapped shrimp on a with hot sauce on the side. “Marry me.” Harry said jokingly as he starting stuffing his face, and I laughed. “Never in your wildest dreams!” I said “Haha, I think Niall will want to marry you more.” “Well then he shouldn’t have punched my boyfriend in the face.” “Jess, you have to forgive them sooner or later.” Liam said. Oh god, here we go again. I turned to Brian, who gave a nod. I kinda did miss them, it wasn’t the same without them here. I sighed. “Fine.” I said, standing up and walking out the door. I had to be quick, the game was almost starting. I walked up to their door and opened it, but it was locked. That was weird, they never locked their door, which they should do. I sighed. Boys. Okay, let’s stop talking to yourself Jess. I grabbed the spare key the boys gave me and unlocked the door and opened it. I looked around, seeing if they were in the living room or kitchen, which they were. They were siiting on the couch in front of the kitchen. Zayn was hugging Niall. Aww, Ziall! I walked over to the couch and... wait... was Niall crying? I crouched down in front of him and stroked his hair. “Niall, what’s wrong?” I said soothingly, my voice almost a whisper. He didn’t answer me. I sat on the couch and hugged him. This might have been about me not forgiving him, but if I said that and was wrong, I would feel stupid and would make the situation really awkward. He sniffled and sat up. “I’m fine.” “You don’t want to talk about it?” “No, I’m fine.” I sighed. “Well, I have forgiven you guys. You are my friends, and were just trying to protect me. Besides, it’s not the same without having you around. Do you want to watch the superbowl in my apartment?” “No tha-“ I cut him off. The game was going to start any second. “There’s food.” “YAY!” He yelled and ran down the hall as Zayn chuckled, as I joined in. I followed him down the hallway and into my apartment. *Niall’s POV* I was sitting on the couch, in my apartment, ready to watch the superbowl. I thought back to when I went the Jessica’s apartment, and we watched the championship with Zayn and Brian. She was so happy whenever the Patriots scored. Now, Harry, Louis, and Liam were watching the game with Jessica. I just can’t get my mind off her. Why? I had only known her for 3 weeks now! For 2 whole weeks, she had just shunned me. I’m not the type to instantly fall for girls, but Jessica was different. I could never stop thinking about her. She was amazing to hang out with, and so beautiful. She was care free, and didn’t care about what she looked like or what she ate. And now she was gone. I didn’t realize I was crying until Zayn put his hand on my shoulder. He sat down next to me. “It’s Jessica, isn’t it.” He said softly. I just nodded. “I don’t know why I like her so much. I never fall for girls that quickly! And I normally get over them! But, I just can’t.” “It’s okay Niall, she’ll come around.” “I hope so Zayn, I really hope so.” He hugged me to comfort me. I heard the apartment door open, and I thought it was Jessica. No, she would never forgive me. Ever. A body crouched down in front of me and a hand softly stroking my hair. “Niall, what’s wrong?” A voice said soothingly, almost a whisper. I didn’t answer, I was too stunned to. Was Jessica really about to forgive me? She sat on the couch and wrapped her arms around me, Zayn letting go. I sniffled and sat up. “I’m fine.” I said flatly. “You don’t want to talk about it?” “No, I’m fine.” She sighed. “Well, I have forgiven you guys. You are my friends, and were just trying to protect me. Besides, it’s not the same without having you around. Do you want to watch the superbowl in my apartment?” I was about to say yes, but realized Brian would be in there. “No tha-“ I started to say, when she cut me off. “There’s food.” “YAY!” She knew how to get me. I ran down the hallway, hearing them laugh behind me. *Jessica’s POV* It was halftime, and the Ravens were winning. Ugh. C’mon 49rs! I have always hated the Ravens and always will, especially after the championship game. At least Zayn and Brain were happy and getting along. I stood up and walked over to the kitchen. I opened my second fridge, kinda like a mini fridge but a bit bigger. It was hidden in a pantry cabinet. I opened it up and heard Zayn gasp behind me. “Holy shit” He said. I couldn’t blame him. I would have said he same thing if I had seen this for the first time. I had at least 10 of every flavor of Gatorade, Vitamin water, and PowerAde. They were all in rainbow order, but the brands were separated. I’m extremely lazy and disorganized, but at the same time, am a perfectionist and have OCD. The boys walked over and all gasped. I opened the pantry next to it and revealed a real mini fridge, full of water bottles. “My secret stash” I said, causing the boys to just star more. “Whenever they go on sale, I stock up. I have a more cases of Gatorade and water in a closet. Their jaws dropped even more. I hit Louis on the back of the head, causing him and the rest of the boys to snap out of it. “I get thirsty a lot.” “No shit Sherlock” Zayn said. “Shut up Watson” I responded. Niall laughed. Again. I was glad he had forgiven me. But why was he crying before? Was it over me? Nah, I had only known him a week before I shunned him. I shrugged it off. Grabbing a strawberry watermelon Gatorade, I headed to the defrosting pantry. That’s what I called it, but it was really just a place to store cookies, cakes, etc. that were in the fridge or freezer and needed to get to room temperature. I pulled out truffles, football shaped cookies, and chocolate covered strawberries shaped and decorated to resemble footballs. I also went to the fridge and got out the jello. I had football and football helmet molds, so there were purple and yellow ones for the Ravens, and red and yellow ones for the 49rs. The colors were split down the middle, so the left side of one of the jello things would be one color and the right would be the other. I took the football shaped cake out of the fridge and put the jellos around it. I placed the food on the table. Me? Obsessed? Pff, nah. “FOOD!” I yelled again. Niall was the first to come. “Marry me.” He said, and Harry laughed. “I told you he would want to too!” “Nice wording there Haz!” I said “Only Lou gets to call me that.” “Yea!” Louis yelled. “Whatever.” I grabbed a bit of everything and sat down to watch the halftime show. “Ooh, Beyoncé!” Harry said. “Just shut up and listen to the music.” “PLEASE DON’T STOP THE MUSIC!” Louis sung. Oh my God, how am I going to put up with these boys? They remind me of a guy version of me. Loud, crazy, obnoxious, and they like food. I rolled my eyes and continued to eat and watch it as the boys began to sat down. I was tired of keep having to get up to get more food, so I just brought it all over to the coffee table in front of the couch as the halftime show ended. All of the leftovers from before the game and the halftime show were now on the table. All the boys groaned about how full they were, except Niall. “Well Niall, I guess we get to clean up.” I said, as hit face lit up. We began to stuff our faces. “You know Jess, one of these days you’re going to get fat.” Brain said jokingly. All of my friends said that all the time. I laughed and the boys stared at Brain. “Inside joke.” I said. The last thing I needed was them thinking that Brian was making fun of me. They shrugged it off and continued watching the game. Every time the Ravens scored, Niall and I groaned, and Zayn and Brian yelled, in joy. Every time the 49rs scored, the opposite happened. Harry, Liam, and Louis stayed quiet. “You guys don’t seem too thrilled about the game.” I said, looking at them “Well, I really only like the Packers.” Harry said. I looked at the other two waiting for an explanation. “We really don’t care for football.” Liam said. “Well you should.” I said, looking back at the TV. Only about a minute left and the Ravens were up by 9 points, which means the 49rs would have to score twice to win. I didn’t think that would happen. “And, the Ravens pretty much won.” I said. There was only one piece of food left, a taquito. Niall reached for it, but I grabbed his hand and pushed it away, grabbing the taquito in my other hand and popping it in my mouth. “Not fair!” He yelled. “Life’s not fair.” “Why are you always so sarcastic?” Louis said. “Me? Sarcastic? Never!” I said, very sarcastically. “Ugh, you’re so annoying.” “Yes, yes I am.” “You have an answer for everything!” “Yes, yes I do.” I said, and he groaned in frustration and I laughed. I’m just that annoying and stubborn. The Ravens had the ball with 15 seconds, and they spiked it, letting the clock run down as they won the game. Zayn, Brian, and Louis screamed and ran around the room. “I thought you said you didn’t like football?” I said to Louis. “Ya, but I still hate the Patriots! And did they win? No! They suck and couldn’t even make it!” In response, I pulled out my phone and played the recording from 2 weeks ago. “ “TAKE IT BACK” “NO! OKAY! “Okay what?” “I TAKE IT BACK!” “And?” “THE PATRIOTS ARE THE GREATEST FOOTBALL TEAM TO EVER EXIST!” “ The boys started laughing hysterically, remembering that moment, while Louis’s face turned bright red. “Aw, embarrassed you got beat up by a girl?” I said “You did not beat me up!” “Suuure” “You know what? How about tomorrow we head to the gym, and settle this in a boxing match.” “Let’s make it more interesting than that.” “Fine, if I win…” He paused “You have to make me food for a whole week.” “Fine. If, wait, when I win, you have to….” I paused, thinking of the worst thing that I could make him do. “You have to only wear Patriots clothes for a whole week!” I yelled. “I change my bet! If I win, you have to only wear Giants clothes!” Okay, now I know that I will not lose. “Deal.” I said, shaking his hand. -Chapter 12- I was in my apartment, cleaning up after this evening’s events. One thing I can say is that we didn’t waste food. Everything was gone! I guess they’re pigs, like me. Once all the dishes were in the dishwasher and running, I began walking up the stairs. Ugh, my leg made me so much slower. Shit. My leg. If I were to fight Louis tomorrow, I would have to wear shorts. Even if I wore regular pants, he would realize my leg wasn’t real. And the boys were going to watch. I sat down thinking about what to do. I could always back out! Wait, no I couldn’t. They know that I’m strong enough to fight him, and he wouldn’t hurt me on purpose. They would know something was up if I backed out. But if I told them, they may never speak to me again, just like some of my so called ‘friends’ at school. I put my elbows on my knees and me head in my hands. “Jess, what’s wrong?” I heard Zayn say. Shit. There was no backing out now. I mean, I had known them for 3 weeks, I guess they’re close friends. Besides, I didn’t have to tell them the whole story. “What are you doing here?” “I forgot my coat. Now what’s wrong?” Should I tell him, now, or when all of the boys are over? I mean, Zayn is like a brother to me. I guess I could tell him my whole story now, and tell it to the rest of the boys later. I think it would be easier telling my story to 4 people who didn’t know it and 1 who did for a second time, than to 5 people for the first time. I took a deep breath. “Follow me.” I stood up and began walking up the stairs. I led him into my room. “Wow, obsessed much?” He said. Oh right, the posters. I blushed. Every inch of my room was covered in Ed Sheeran, Little Mix, Maroon 5, Kelly Clarkson, and Sleeping with Sirens posters. “Sleeping with Sirens? Really? I would have never guessed that. It also doesn’t fit into your other taste of music.” “I have multiple personalities.” I said. “Is that what this is about?” “Not about the posters, but I guess it is about the multiple personalities thing.” “Jess, Brian said something about how only 3 people know you deep down.” “Yeah, and it’s about to be 4.” “Jess, look, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” “Zayn, I have to. It’s about every time I have acted weird. The height thing, me not going swimming-“ “I thought you were on your…” “I lied! Okay?” I took a deep breath. “Look, I have to tell you guys sooner or later. You’re like a brother to me, I think it would be easier to tell you first. Then I can tell the boys later. Just, wait here.” He sat on my bed and I walked into my closet that attaches to the bathroom. I took off my bracelets. I only did it on my right wrist, easier to cover up. I took off my shoes. Then I walked into the bathroom. I grabbed a makeup remover wipe and rubbed the makeup off of my wrists, the ugly red scars showing up. I took a deep breath, pulling down my hoodie sleeve. I walked back into my room. I sat next to Zayn on the bed. I took a deep breath. Here we go. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. How do you tell this to someone? A stray tear began to roll down my face. Zayn wiped it away with his thumb and hugged me. I took another breath. Let’s try this again. “Zayn.” I said and he let go of my, and looked me in the eyes. I took another deep breath. “I’ve been acting so weird because I’ve been hiding something. Something that also lead to other things. I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to start from the beginning. Don’t stop me and say that I don’t have to tell you, because I do.” He nodded. I took another deep breath. “About 5 months before you came, I took the bus to University. Our University is small, and offers busses. So I took the bus with my boyfriend at the time, Jake.” Here it comes. Another deep breath. “One day, there was an accident. We were turning onto the main road by the brook, and some jackass with a semi hit us. He was going over 60 mph. He tipped the bus over.” The tears became heavier now. How the hell am I going to tell him my whole story? “Somehow my leg got lodged under a window. There was also a fire. It was so shattered and burned that…” My voice trailed off. Zayn didn’t say anything, he just hugged me again. I didn’t know how to say this. “The result was…” My voice trailed off again. Instead of talking, I bent over and grabbed the bottom of my pant leg. I pulled it up to above my knee, revealing my prosthetic. “Jess, I.. I…” He seemed in shock. “I’m so sorry.” “it’s fine. That’s not the worst part.” “Jess, you don’t have to-“ “Yes, yes I do Zayn. If I’m going to spend all my time around you, you’re going to have to know.” I took another deep breath. “They said I was lucky. I was in a coma for 2 months. My chances of coming out were extremely slim. I was lucky I had no brain damage or memory loss. But my jackass of a boyfriend….’ “He cheated on me. He gave up and went and slept with the school slut! I was in a freaking coma!” I broke down. Zayn held my and I cried into his shoulder. I broke away. I had to tell him everything. His eyes widened in fear. “There’s more?” I simply nodded. I took a deep breath. I was about to start again when he started to seem upset. I didn’t realize how hard this was for him, too. One of his best friends, who he had just met, had gone through all of this, and there was more. It must be hard to take in all at once. I let him calm down before I continued. “Soon, I got home from the hospital. I hadn’t gotten my prosthetic yet, I was thinking about going to school though. But then I went on instagram for the first time in months. And the things they said.” I paused. “Calling me names, slut, whore, freak, normally I would ignore them. But at the time, I was weak. They reminded me of my boyfriend and my leg and how I was in a coma. That night, for the first time…” I trailed off again. This one part I was about to say, was the thing that only 3 people knew about. I looked up into Zayn’s eyes. “I cut.” I said in the smallest, quietest voice I could. He didn’t hear me. “What?” I took another deep breath as the tears began flowing again. I pulled up my sleeve. He quickly grabbed me wrist, turning it over and over. “No” he said, almost a whisper. “Please don’t...” “I did. Soon, especially after I went back to school, I kept doing it. Soon I began doing it every day, for a week straight.” “Please tell me it doesn’t get worse.” “I wish I could.” He shook his head, still holding my wrist. I took a deep breath. “I’m almost done.” “After that one week, I had enough. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had tried….” My next sentence was barely audible through my tears. “I tried to kill myself. I had cut again, and I went downstairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of painkillers and…” “Brian found me. I wasn’t answering any of his texts or calls, he knew something was wrong. He came in just as I opened them. I ducked behind the counter. But he could hear me. He grabbed my and just held me until the paramedics came. At the time, I was so mad at him. I just wanted it all to end. But I owe my life to him. I wish I could take back all that I did.” I was crying a waterfall now. I took a deep breath. “Now, I’m cut free for about a month. But sometimes when I see or hear a remark like the ones I heard that first time I cut, I still think about it. I’m on anti-depressants, but it’s just so hard.” I looked up at Zayn, and he was crying now, but I was full on sobbing. I just let it all out. He put his arms around my waist. I threw my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. I just cried and cried. “Jess” Zayn said. I looked up at him. “You are the strongest person I know. If me or any of the boys went through what you did, I don’t think we would have made it. You are so strong for holding on for so long. And now you just told me everything, and are planning to tell it to the boys to. You are the strongest person I know.” He made me feel better, but I cried harder. I put my head into the crook of his neck and kept crying. *Zayn’s POV* I can’t believe what Jess had gone through. And now I feel terrible, because I attacked her boyfriend when he saved her life. I just can’t believe it. She is always laughing and is always happy, but she’s just so depressed. I held her tighter. She was one of my best friends. She was like my sister. I don’t know what I would do without her. I held her closer, never wanting to let go. *Niall’s POV* What the hell takes Zayn so long to get a jacket? I couldn’t sleep, some idiot turned the heat super high, it was just too hot! I went downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe getting some water or something would make me cooler. “BOO!” Louis yelled as he popped out from behind the counter. “AHH” I screamed, spilling my water all over myself. “Ugh, fuck you Lou.” “LANGUAGE!” I heard Liam yell from the living room. Louis stuck out his tongue and ran away. For a 21 year old, he does not act like one. I walked into the living room. The guys were watching the after show of the superbowl. “Was Zayn up there?” Liam asked I shook my head. “I think something’s wrong. Let’s go find him.” We stood up and walked out the door. We went the first place we thought he may be, Jess’s apartment. “ZAYN? JESS?” Liam yelled, worried. “Niall and I will check upstairs. Harry and Louis, check downstairs. Go!” He said, a hint of urgency behind his voice. What was wrong? He spent an hour and a half out of the apartment when he said he was just getting his coat! We ran up the stairs. Where would they be? Her room. Liam and I both seemed to have the same thought. We went to the master bedroom door. It was open just a crack. I could hear… crying? Liam slowly opened the door. Zayn and Jess were sitting on her bed. They were hugging each other tightly. Zayn seemed to have a few tears slipping from his eyes, while Jess was crying her heart out. What happened? Was it Brian? My heart sank. He…did….not…… Zayn seemed to sense our presence. He looked up, making Jess turn her head. I was turning around to leave when I heard Jess yell. “Wait!” Her voice was croaky from crying. She took a deep breath. “Get the others up here. I need to tell you something.” -------------------------- We were now all sitting in her room. She seemed to recover from her breakdown, with only the occasional sniffle. Her eyes were still red and puffy, but I thought she was still beautiful. “Sleeping with Sirens? Really?” Louis said. She didn’t even attempt to make a smile. “Yeah…” She trailed off. I could tell what she needed to tell us was important. I’m guessing she already told Zayn. She took another deep breath. “I’m going to try to do this quickly.” She said, already beginning to cry. She took another deep breath. “About 5 months before you guys came, I was on the bus to University. My University is small, so they offer buses. I was on the bus with my boyfriend at the time, Jake. We were turning onto the main road, but A guy with a semi was going 60mph and tipped the bus over.” She began crying a bit harder, but kept going. “There was also a fire. I hit my head and went unconscious. My leg also somehow got under a window, and was shattered and burned beyond repair.” She was crying more than ever now. She pulled up her pant leg, revealing a prosthetic leg that went up to just below her knee. My heart dropped. This was why she didn’t go swimming, or wouldn’t take of her shoes. But she continued to talk. There’s more? “I was in a coma for 2 months. They said that I was lucky that I didn’t have brain damage or memory loss. But my jackass of a boyfriend started sleeping around when I was in a coma. I was furious. Then, when I went on instagram for the first time in months, people were saying things like ‘slut’ ‘whore’ and ‘freak’. They were referring to my leg and Jake. Only 2 of my friends stayed my friends. The rest left me because they didn’t want to be friends with a freak. That night, for the first time…..” Her voice trailed off. No. She did not. She did. She pulled up her sleeve, showing the scars on her wrist. “It kept getting worse. After a while, it got so bad that I did it every day for a straight week. After that week, I had enough. I was through with it. I just wanted it to end. Oh, and by then, I had met Brian. He had tried to help me through it, but no one could help me. I cut again, then grabbed a bottle of painkillers. Brain came in, I wasn’t answering any texts or calls, so he was worried. He found my hidden behind the counter when I was just about to do it. He held me until I cried myself to sleep. I was furious at him at the time, but now I owe my life to him.” “Now, I’m cut free for about a month. I’m on anti-depressants, but it’s still hard. I haven’t told anyone but my friends about Brian because they’ll all just call me a slut.” I think we were all crying a bit. I never thought that anyone could go through so much pain until now. And the fact that she just told us everything without stopping, made her seem so strong. Sure, she was crying, but I didn’t blame her. We all went over and hugged her. I never wanted to let go. -Chapter 13- *Jessica’s POV* I woke up this morning with a weight lifted off my shoulders. It would still be awkward the first few times the boys saw my leg, but they would get used to it. I hope. I lifted up my phone. Ugh, it was only 9. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t. I was tired, but just couldn’t sleep. I picked up my phone and started scrolling through my instagram. Ever since directioners had started following me, the ones who wanted the boys all to themselves started posting hate on my profile. But for every rude comment there was also a nice one, so I tried to focus on that. After the rest of my body was semi awake, I got up. Well, not really up. I rolled out of bed onto the floor. I was too lazy to stand up, so I started rolling on the floor towards the bathroom when the door opened. “What are you doing?” Zayn interrogated as he stepped in my room. “Just woke up” I croaked, my vocal cords still asleep. I cleared my throat, but that didn’t help. “too tired and lazy to get up.” “You’re a weird child.” “I’m not stupid I’m special.” “Keep telling yourself that.” “What are you doing here?” I moaned. I tried to sit up, but gave up and went back to lying down. “Do you do this every morning?” “Pretty much. Now answer the damn question.” “Well Louis said he’s backing out of the fight because he doesn’t want to hurt you.” Damn it, I was actually looking forward to whooping his ass. “Tell him if he backs out then I win the bet.” “NO!” Louis screamed, running in the room. “I will NOT wear any Patriots clothing ever!” “Then you’re going to have to try to beat me.” “Jess, I just don’t want to hurt you….” “Please. If anyone were to get hurt it would be you.” “Oh it’s on!” “Like donkey kong!” A random voice exclaimed. “Who said that?” Liam walked in with a smirk on his face. “You’re so childish” “Says the one who was rolling on their floor!” “I was tire…. Wait, how did you know?” “These walls,” He said, knocking on one, “Are not soundproof” “So don’t you too go and have sex!” Louis exclaimed, looking at Zayn and I. “Oh my god, I’m gonna make sure to kick your ass today.” “Have fun trying!” He yelled, running out of the room, as Liam and Zayn followed. I locked the door, not wanting that to happen again. Realizing I had classes today, I sighed taking off my leg, rolling to the bathroom, and finally getting up to get in the shower. I couldn’t use my prosthetic leg in water, because the water would rust and corrode it, especially in the ankle joints. Some people use an old one in water, but since I just got this one and haven’t grown very much, I don’t have an old one. I have a very cheap plastic one I can use at the beach where I have to walk around too, but I am one of the laziest people you will find, so I just sit on the stool or practice my ninja skills of standing on one foot. I would take off my leg after I get in the shower because it is easier, but then I would have nowhere to put it. I can’t just throw it into the bathroom, as I might damage it. And if I did put it in the bathroom, it may get wet, because I take really hot, long showers, and the fog might condense. I turned on my ihome and hopped into the shower. caught a glance of the time on the ihome. Shit, I only had about 20 minutes until I had to leave. I threw my hair up in a bun so it wouldn’t get wet, because it would never dry. I tried to take a quick shower, but for me that is impossible. I sang along to 3 of Ed Sheeran’s songs, Give Me Love, Lego House, and Autumn Leaves, for a total of over 15 minutes. I hopped out and undid my hair. I grabbed a can of dry shampoo, flipping my hair over and spraying it. I grabbed a brush and brushed it out. Meh, it will do. I hopped over to the door, first peeking out my head to see if the boys had broken into my room. Good, hey hadn’t. I pulled my sock over my sump, and slid on my prosthetic. I walked over to the closet, and grabbed my converse, jeans, a t-shirt and a hoodie, my typical outfit. I quickly threw it on, and pulled my bracelets and angel wings ring on my right hand. Running to the bathroom, I quickly piled on foundation and concealer on my wrist until you could no longer see the red marks. Lastly, I put on a bit of mascara and lip-gloss and went into my room. I grabbed my laptop and threw it in my tote bag with my wallet, keys, and phone. I opened the door and nearly had a heart attack when two bodies fell into my room. “AHHH!!” I screamed. “Ow.” One of the bodies said. At least they weren’t dead bodies. I looked down to see Niall and Zayn. “What the hell?” I demandingly asked. “You have a lovely voice.” Zayn said, smiling. “Shut up,” I said, feeling heat rush up to my cheeks. I lightly kicked his arm. “You’re blushing!” Niall screamed. “Am not!” I yelled, causing my cheeks to heat up even more. “Aww, you’re insecure!” Zayn said, before looking at Niall. “You’re insecure, don’t know what for!” They began to sing in unison. I hopped over them and ran down the stairs, seeing Harry, Liam, and Louis sitting in my living room. “How the hell do you guys keep getting in my apartment!” I almost yelled, as I was beginning to get pissed off. “You gave us a spare key.” Liam stated. “Yes, I am beginning to regret that decision.” “Then return our spare key!” “And miss out on sneaking into your apartment in the middle of the night to prank you? Never!” I said, throwing in a maniacal laugh at the end. “I’ll have you know we are some of the best pranksters you’ll ever meet.” Louis stated proudly. “Yes, but do you think about how to kill people for entertainment?” I questioned, letting their jaws drop, as I laughed. “Nah, I won’t kill you. Yet. I’m obsessed with Castle, a murder show, you should watch it sometime.” “All they do on that show is shoot people.” Harry said. Ugh, that’s what they all say. I checked my phone, I was beginning to run late. I jogged over to the door. “I know how to kill you with balsamic vinegar!” I yelled as I closed the door behind me. Wait, that wasn’t a good thing. I opened the door and walked back inside. I saw Niall and Zayn walking down the stairs, laughing. “Oh God, what did you do?” I interrogated. “Nothing.” Zayn said with a smirk, before looking at Niall and burst out laughing. I rolled my eyes. “Get the hell out of my apartment while I’m gone.” “What about the fight?” Louis pouted. “I have classes! I’m running late, now get out before I report you to the police for breaking and entering!” I demanded, I was really pissed now. They sighed and finally left. I locked it, also entering the passcode for the alarm in my apartment, something I should do more often. I turned around to see Brian. “Hey! Thanks God I’m not the only one late!” He said, giving me a big hug and a kiss on my temple. “Yeah, well those boys are… interesting. Let’s leave it at that.” “Are they bothering you? Because if they are-“ I laughed. “Brian, its fine. They’re just not the most mature boys. Now come on, we’re late!” I pulled his arm and ran down the stairs. “Ugh, why do we always have to take the stairs?” “I don’t like elevators! Plus it’s good exercise.” I pouted. “Getting up in the morning is enough for me.” Hm, he was right. “True dat.” I stated, making him gasp and clutch his chest like he’d been shot. “Are...you…agreeing…with...me?” He asked with dramatic pauses in between. “Nope.” I said, disagreeing with him. He chuckled. “That’s the Jess I know and love.” He said, kissing my cheek. “Shut up!” I said, blushing. “Why do you blush so much?” He said, as we finally made it down the stairs and got in the car. “Why not?” I questioned back, starting the car. I backed out and slammed on the gas. “Holy shit! Slow down!” Brian yelled. “I though you hated English!” “I do! I don’t see why we have to take it! But I’ve already been late twice! If I’m late again, I don’t even know what will happen!” “Wouldn’t want that to happen.” He jokingly said. “I swear, if you say one more word-“ “One more word.” I turned and glared at him, not saying anything. After 5 minutes, I glanced at him, realizing he was wearing his Ravens jersey. “Burn it.” I said, breaking the silence. “Excuse me?” “Your shirt.” “Oh, im sorry, does it make me,” He said, striking a pose “irresistibly sexy?” “Yes, you’re too sexy for your shirt. So why don’t you burn it.” “Hurtful!” “I just complimented you!” “No you didn’t!” “Yes I did!” “No you didn’t!” “Yes I did!” “No you didn’t!” “Yes I did!” “No you didn’t!” “Yes I did!” “No you didn’t!” “Oh my God, you remind me of Louis.” I said, pulling into the campus parking lot. “Again!” He raised his voice, anger in his eyes. “What?” “The boys! That’s what! Everything always comes back to them! They’re all you care about!” “They’re my friends. What are you talking about?” “I’M TALKING ABOUT HOW YOU’RE SLEEPING WITH THEM BEHIND MY BACK!” “Seriously? Out of EVERYTHING I’VE BEEN THROUGH do you think I’d do that to you?” “DON’T DENY IT YOU SLUT!” He screamed, slapping my across the face. I screamed, but more in shock than pain. I had never seen Brian like this. Realizing what he’d done, his furious face was replaced with one of fear. “Jess, I-“ “Fuck off.” I said, before slamming the car door shut and running, running far away from him. |
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-Chapter 14- I sat in the back of the auditorium while the professor gave a lecture. I pretended to take notes on my laptop, I just really wasn’t in the mood for it. I could always get the notes from Julia or Sammy. As soon as class was over, I shoved my laptop and my bag and got out of there as soon as possible. I ran to my car, quickly unlocking it and hopping in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure moving at a quick pace. It was Brian. Running. From what? Not from what, but to what. He was running towards me. Great. I threw the keys in ignition and was about to back out, but everyone was trying to do the same. I yelled in frustration as Brian tapped on the glass. I rolled down the window. “Take the fucking bus.” I said sternly. I was not in the mood to talk to anybody, and he was the last person on Earth I had wanted to see. I backed out, not caring about anyone else, receiving many drivers to honk at me. I flipped the bird at them and drove off. I couldn’t stop thinking of Brian as tears began to fill my eyes. I trusted him with my life. Heck, I owed it to him. We had been through everything together. And now, now he was just like Jake. A self-centered, jack ass player. The worst part? I still loved him. ------------------------ I slammed shut my apartment door. Groaning, I leaned against the door as I began to sink to the ground and rested my head in my hands. I nearly had a heart attack when I heard a voice. “Jess, are you alright?” It was Zayn. I jumped up. All 5 boys were in my apartment. “Holy fu-“ “Language!” Liam shouted as I rolled my eyes. “How did you guys get in here? I set a passcode!” “It was your birthday.” Zayn replied. “How did you know my birthday?” “Your twitter profile.” Ugh, now I also had to reset the passcode for my iPod and phone. “So Jess, ya ready for the fight?” Louis questioned, standing and cracking his knuckles. “Yeah, just one second.” I ran upstairs into my room. Great. It was covered in silly string. So that’s what Niall and Zayn were laughing about before. I rolled my eyes, as I wasn’t going to be the one to clean it up. I went to my closet and took off my rings and bracelets. Sliding out of my sneakers, I peeled off my skinny jeans. I hesitantly grabbed a pair of basketball shorts. Was it still too soon? I put them on anyways, and slid my sneakers on my feet. I left my hoodie on, seeing as I had a t-shirt under, so I could take it off if I got hot. Walking over to the mirror, I looked at my leg. What if I wore sweatpants? Nah, that would be uncomfortable. Honestly, I hate sweatpants. As much as a tomboy I could be, I could never wear track pants, sweatpants, or loose jeans. I could always be caught wearing skinny jeans or jeggings. But what if it was really too soon? I could always wear the sweatpants just to the gym, and take them off when I arrived. My insecure thoughts were interrupted by a banging on the door. “Hurry up Jess!” Zayn yelled. I opened the door. His eyes immediately dropped to my leg, then up to my face, like he was trying to deny he ever glanced at my leg. I rolled my eyes. “Zayn, I don’t know if I can do this, I mean, it would be really awkward with my leg-“ “Hey.” He said, grabbing my shoulders. “It’ll be alright. I’ll be routing for you.” He said, pulling me into a hug. “Zayn” I said. “Yeah?” “You and Niall are gonna clean my room.” “No way! It’s your room!” “Yeah, and it’s your silly string.” He rolled his eyes. “C’mon” Following him down the stairs, I went to the kitchen, grabbing a white PowerAde from the fridge. I was just in a boring mood I guess. “Let’s go” I said, leading the boys out of the apartment. I made sure to change the passcode and double check the lock behind me, I didn’t want them sneaking off and breaking in again. I led them over to the stairs, as all five of them moaned. “Why are we taking the stairs?” Louis complained. “Cuz its good exercise.” “But I’m lazy.” “Well so am I.” “Then take the elevator!” “No!” “Why not?” “Because.” “Because why?” “Because,” I felt my voice go quieter “I’m scared of elevators.” “What?” “I’m scared of elevators!” I shouted. Zayn started to giggle. “Shut up Malik, you’re afraid of heights.” “True- wait, how did you know that?” “I may or may not have googled you guys.” He raised his eyebrows. “And looked you up on YouTube. And instagram.” “Oh god, you haven’t seen the video diaries, have you?” Louis interrogated. “Yes I have. Would you like a carrot?” “Do you know what fu-“ “The next person that says that word is gonna get it!” Liam yelled. “Fuck.” I said. “That’s it. You’re riding in the elevator.” “Hey, I have a spoon and I’m not afraid to use it.” Liam did a facepalm. “Oh my god, please don’t bring that up. It was just like Louis’s stupid carrot phase!” “Arreee yooouu suuure?” I said, dragging out my words, giggling, and jumping up and down, imitating a fangirl. “Yes I’m sure!” He said, rolling his eyes as he dragged me in the elevator. He hit the 2nd floor button after all of us were in. I gripped the little railing on the wall as I saw the floor numbers begin to slowly drop. “It’s okay.” Zayn whispered, putting his hand on top of mine. Ad soon as he did so, the elevator unexpectedly stopped. We were at the 4th floor. I took a deep breath. He whispered again. “Hey, it could be worse.” As soon as he said that, the lights went out. “Just stop talking!” I screamed. I pulled out my phone. No service or 3G. I used it as a flashlight to find the panel of buttons. Where was the call 911 button? I thought all elevators had one! I guess not. Great. We were stuck here. I grabbed on to the railing again. What if nobody found us? We would have to all live off of my PowerAde. We would last a few days before we would have to resort to drinking our own pee. Gross, but what if it were true! Niall and I would be the first to go without any food. I sank down to my knees. What if something worse were to happen? It seemed as if the walls were getting tighter. I started sweating. Did it just get hot in here? My breath started getting heavy. There were too many people. A hand rested on my shoulder before swatting it away. The last thing I needed was people touching me. I heard a distorted voice, like I was underwater. Soon I felt like I actually was underwater. I felt my throat get tighter as my breaths got heavier. I heard more distorted voices. My hand went up to my throat. I felt hands on my shoulders legs, clawing at me. I screamed and swatted them away. I was going to die. *Zayn’s POV* I looked down at Jess, even thought it was pitch black. I heard her heavy breathing. I put my hand down on her shoulder to calm her down. She just swatted it away. What was going on? “Jess.” I calmly stated. “Guys, I think she’s having a panic, anxiety, and/or claustrophobia attack.” Niall said. “Well then what the hell do we do?” “I don’t know! Maybe get her away from the walls?” He responded, but I couldn’t see anything. “Someone use their goddamn phone as a flashlight!” I yelled. Louis and Harry both pulled out their phones, as Jess started to grab her throat. Liam, Niall and I immediately bent down to help her. Niall pulled away her hands, as Liam and I grabbed her legs as we got her into the center of the elevator. It didn’t seem to do much, but maybe it did. “Now what?” Niall asked, panicked, as she was starting to scream. “I don’t know, you’re the claustrophobic one!” I shouted. My best friend is at stake here! “But I’ve never had a major claustrophobia attack!” I put my hand to my forehead. What were we going to do? “Just move away from her for now. See if she calms down.” “Her PowerAde!” Louis yelled out of the blue. We looked at him, confused. “If I get a hot flash, drinking something usually helps. Maybe it’s the same with this.” He explained. I turned around to where she was before, grabbing her PowerAde. I put the bottle to her mouth, but she kept turning her head and swatting it away. “Someone, a little help?” Niall held down her arms, and Liam held her head straight. I put the bottle to her mouth, but she wouldn’t swallow. “Sit her up” Harry suggested. Nobody moved, just like they did when Louis spoke up for the first time. He rolled his eyes, giving his phone to Louis. He got on his knees and pulled up Jess’s shoulders so she was leaning against him. I put the bottle to her mouth again, and tilted it back. Soon, I saw her throat move. She was drinking it! We all stared at her, waiting for what was going to happen next. Soon her breathing became more regular. Niall and Liam stopped restraining her, as they each held one of her hands. They began making circles with their thumbs on the back of her hand, trying to calm her down further. I pulled away the bottle as she sat up completely, putting a hand to her head. *Jess’s POV* I sat up, putting my hand to my pounding forehead. I looked around, hoping for an explanation to my throbbing pain. Louis was holding two phones as flashlights. Liam and Niall were at my sides, they must have been holding my hands or something. Zayn was holding my PowerAde. What was going on? I leaned back and put my hand to my head as it began pounding even more, only to crash into another body. They put their hands on my shoulders to catch my fall. I turned around to see Harry sitting on his knees. Okay, what was going on? “What happened?” I croaked. “You had either a claustrophobic or anxiety or panic attack.” Niall explained. What? That was weird. Sure, I was scared of elevators, and felt uncomfortable in small spaces, but I had never had an attack before. “Has this ever happened before?” Niall asked after I didn’t respond. “No. Never.” “Well, we’re stuck here, what should we do?” I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out were screams as I felt my stomach drop. -Chapter 15- The walls rattled with loud thuds. Everything was happening in slow motion. Out of all the times I had almost been killed, and wanted to, now it may actually happen! Right where I think that my life has meaning! I hit the floor and squeezed into a corner, because for some reason, I figured that would keep my safer. I clenched my eyes and fists shut as I felt a body dive on top of me. A pair of arms wrapped around my waist. A shock of searing pain raced through my spine as we hit the bottom. The arms around me squeezed tighter, as I curled up my fists even more and clamped down on my teeth. After realizing we had stopped moving for a few seconds, I slowly blinked and opened my eyes. “You alright Jess?” I heard a voice whisper in my ear. I turned around to face a mop of blonde hair. Niall. “Yeah, I think so.” I whispered back, sitting up, pushing him away. Everyone looked alright, well, I really couldn’t see anything, as only one of the phones managed to stay on. One of them must have flown up and then landed on the lock button or something. “Is everyone okay?” Liam questioned. We all just kinda groaned back. “My phone isn’t.” Louis said, showing his phone to us, with a shattered screen. His must have been the one that had flown up. “That defiantly wasn’t as fun as Disney World.” I said, referring to the Tower of Terror, trying to lighten the mood. They just stared at me confused. “You’ve never been to Disney World?” I asked, shocked. “No, not a big fan of roller coasters.” Zayn admitted. I gasped. “Ah, there are only a few good ones at Disney. Like the Tower of Terror. It’s this old haunted Hotel from the 30’s that is part of the Twilight Zone. You go in a service elevator and it opens the doors, and it takes you down a hallway and it shows all these haunted projections. Then you go in the elevator shaft, and you can see outside where the door frames are. It lifts you up a few stories, holds you, and then drops. It kinds throws you up the next few times, so it’s a complete free fall. Probably the best ride there.” Zayn’s jaw dropped. “That sounds terrible!” “It’s the best ride there! I ride it like 5 times whenever I go.” “You’re crazy.” “That’s my middle name. SOME ONE ELSE PLEASE TURN ON THEIR DAMN PHONE!” I yelled. I could barely see anything. We all got out our phones for flashlights. I took a second look at the panel of buttons. There has got to be something here! I slowly ran my fingers along the wall, until I found a crack. I shone my phone over it, to reveal a mini door. I opened it to reveal a compartment. A phone! I grabbed the black corded phone and pressed the button to call for assistance. I put it up to my ear, but all that I heard were beeps. I hung it up and tried again. And again. You have got to be kidding me! I slammed it back on the wall. “What?” Louis asked, startled by me slamming the phone. “The line is dead.” “What! How is that even possible?” Harry asked. “I don’t know.” I got up on my feet and held up my phone, walking around the elevator, going all Lion King on it. “What are you doing?” Zayn asked. “Looking for… SERVICE!” I screamed, as I got a bar. I quickly punched in Julia’s number, as I started singing “I got a bar! I got a bar!” Cmon… Pick up! Pick up! Pick up! “Hello?” YES! “JULIA!” “Jess?” “Yes, the boys and I are stuck in an elevator at my apartment and the assistance line is dead can you come and tell the doorman?” There was a silence before she spoke. “Jee- I- ear- you- bre- up!” She managed to get up before the call dropped. “NO!” I screamed. “Send a text quick!” Liam yelled. ‘Stuck in elevator w/boys at apart plz come tell doorman we’re trapped!’ I tried to text as fast as I could before hitting send. The bar at the top showed it was trying to send…. c’mon…. it didn’t send! I slammed the try again button. C’mon, I cannot be stuck in here! “YES!” I screamed and did a fist pump as it went through. The boys did a sigh of relief. I leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor between Niall and Zayn. “Ew,” Liam said. “Do you know how many germs are on that wall?” I shrugged my shoulders. “You’re weird.” He replied. “Yes, yes I am.” “I mean, one minute you’re all casual, then the next you’re all hyper and jumping and screaming, then the next you’re all casual again.” “I’m just weird like that. I’ve told you, I have multiple personalities.” “What does that supposed to mean?” Louis burst out. “Just like the first day I met you, you’re not the smartest one.” I said with a laugh. “I guess it’s similar to mood swings, but personality wise. I love Ed Sheeran and 5 Seconds of Summer and Kelly Clarkson, but I also love Sleeping With Sirens and Pierce the Veil. I dress in a simple hoodie and jeans, but once its summer, I'll wear a fancy tank top about half the time. I am kinda OCD and everything has to be in order, but I’m extremely disorganized. I’m super lazy, but I love sports and to be active. That’s pretty much me.” “How come I’ve known you for almost a month and haven’t noticed it?” Harry asked. “I have.” Zayn said. “Me too, but HOW COME YOU NEVER TOLD ME YOU LIKE 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER?” Niall screeched in my ear. Putting my hand up to my ear, I replied “I haven’t told you anything about my favorite artists, you’ve just seen my posters. I can’t find any 5 Seconds of Summer ones, it’s really pissing me off.” “Who’s your favorite?” “Ah, I always knew Niall was a fangirl at heart.” I said, causing him to crack up. “Why do you laugh at everything?” “Why didn’t you answer my question?” “Fine, my favorite is either Calum or Luke.” “I laugh at everything because I do. That’s why.” “I HAVE AN IDEA!” I screamed, purposely in Niall’s ear as revenge. “Let’s play 20 questions because you 5 idiots know nothing about me.” “I AM NOT AN IDIOT!” Niall screamed. Again. “Stop screaming and play the damn game!” “Fine,” Liam responded, “But no cursing.” “No promises.” I said with a smirk, looking at my fingernails as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. “Okay, so you guys can each ask 4 questions, because 4 times 5 is 20.” I said the last part slow, as if I were calling them idiots once again. “This is why we steal all your food, because you’re mean to us.” Niall said. “No, you steal my food because you’re fat.” “MY POINT EXACTLY!” “Niall, I swear to god, if you scream one more time I will creep up to you in your sleep and-“ “ALRIGHT!” He yelled. Again. I clenched my fists and took a deep breath. “Oops, sorry, just… don’t… kill... me…” I leaned in close to his ear and creepily whispered “No promises.” When I backed away he looked, or was acting, extremely scared. “While you guys whisper naughty things to each other,” Louis said while I did a mental faceplam. And I thought that I was immature! “I’m gonna get on with the game. Favorite color, favorite hobby other than sports, favorite animal and favorite song.” “Yellow, playing video games, especially Minecraft and Call of Duty, pandas, and my favorite song is always changing. Right now I don’t really have one. But, before someone asks something else, I’m gonna break the rules and ask each of you which is your favorite song from each of your albums, ‘cuz I’m curious like that” “Same Mistakes and Little Things” Liam said. “Stole My Heart and Kiss You.” Louis replied. “Gotta Be You and Rock Me.” Harry replied. “Wow, I expected Louis to like the sexual song.” I interrupted. Louis didn’t say anything in return. I love it when I win… “Tell Me A Lie and Last First Kiss.” Zayn replied. “I wish and I would.” Niall said last. Huh, those two songs were different. Well, I guess they had a similar meaning. I guess he’s just into someone who’s into someone else. Poor guy. Been there, done that. It sucks, knowing that the person you love doesn’t love you back, or have any feelings for you at all. Unless they’re a cheater, then that person can go screw themselves. “JESS!” Niall screamed, scaring the shit out of me. I swear, he was going to make me deaf, “I SWEAR TO GOD NIALL!” “I’m sorry! You just zoned out for a second there! We were asking if you wanted to do truth or dare instead of 20 questions?” He asked as I looked up into his eyes. Even with the dim makeshift flashlights, I realized how blue his eyes wer- snap out of it Jess! “Sure! Why not?” I replied before turning away a little too quickly. “I go first!” Harry yelled. “Hm… Jessica! Truth or dare?” “Truth.” I said as I saw him roll his eyes. “Have you ever peed in a pool or ocean or lake or something?” “Who hasn’t?” I replied. Well, seriously though? “Zayn. Truth or dare?” “Dare.” He said. I was hoping he would say that. “When we get out of here, I dare you and Niall to clean my room.” “What? No fair!” “Well, you chose dare!” “Fine.” He scoffed. “Liam, truth or dare?” The game escalated from there. I was dared to exchange a piece of clothing other than a shoe or sock with Niall, so we smart asses traded hoodies, disappointing the boys. Louis was in his underwear and socks, Harry gave Louis a hickey, Liam had whipped cream facial hair (don’t ask where we got whipped cream in an elevator), and Zayn and Niall were practically sagging their pants all the way to china. When someone found us, they were going to have a great laugh, but what else were we going to do in an elevator? “Jessica, truth or dare?” Louis asked. “Dare.” “I dare you to kiss Niall.” |
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