Subtle Signals

Jillian was once just a One Direction fan. Then she became a fangirl.
Jillian's family is not doing very well financially, but they somehow scraped the money together to get her the best birthday present ever, and it led to something that is simply irreplaceable.
**This Movella is based on real events. When you see a line of asterisks (*) in the middle of the story, that means that up to that point, everything that had happened beforehand actually happened in MY real life. Enjoy :)**


10. A Difficult Decision

-Harry's POV-

'Damn.  I want to be Zayn right now.'

-Lou's POV-


-Niall's POV-

'Zayn you lucky bastard.'

-Liam's POV-

'Unicorns rainbows lollipops sparkles...'

 -Jillian's POV-

'This is easy.' I thought.

"Well, boys... I think I've reached a decision.  I'm going to bunk with Zayn tonight."  Just then I saw a smirk of satisfaction spread across Zayn's face.  Niall got up and walked over to the mini fridge, and Louis went to the bathroom.  Harry sighed and got up, asking if we wanted beverages.  He looked disappointed.  Liam came and sat down next to me where Niall had been and pulled me into a hug, whispering in my ear:

"Watch out, you might fall in love with one of us..." and he smiled at me.

I got up and walked over to Zayn, who then got up and led me down the hall after saying goodnight to the lads.  

-Zayn's POV, minutes earlier-

'She picked me.  Thank God.'

Liam hugged her and whispered something to her, and she then walked over to me and we left the rest of the lads.  We went down the hall to my room and I unlocked the door.  We walked inside, and she was amazed at how clean my room was.

I hurried to get her some sweatpants and a big t-shirt from my bag and handed them to her, and then I left the room.  

-Jillian's POV-

Zayn handed me some of his clothes and went into the bathroom with some sweats for himself.  I quickly changed.

"Okay Zayn, you can come out now..."

He came back out in his sweatpants, but no shirt.  Damn.

"Hello, beautiful." he said, and I melted on the inside.


"So, is there anything you wanted to talk about...?"

"You want to know more about my dad don't you..."

"I can't help but be curious, but if you'd rather not..."

"It's okay, you have the right to know..."

"But if you don't want to tell me-"

"No, I should get it off my chest."

"Well, talk to me!" he said in a very encouraging voice.

I told him about all the times I was yelled at, scolded, and even slapped.  His eyes widened and began to tear up, and a tear fell down his cheek.  I told him of all the bullying I had gone through and the times I'd cut and wanted to commit suicide, and how I had become a victim of eating disorders.  All the times I was rejected and referred to as the 'outcast' or the 'nerd.'  All about my friend Maddy, how she died, when she died.  About all the times I was threatened and blackmailed.  Even about the time a bully had threatened to kill my family.

By now he was crying, and so was I.  We sat and cried together for a few minutes, and then he spoke.

"Don't ever let anyone do any of that to you ever again.  You are beautiful.  You are loved.  Don't believe anything those bullies told you.  Please." he choked out in between sobs.

"I won't."



Although I wasn't sure if that promise was one I could keep.

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