It's been a week since I got discharged from the hospital and all I've been doing since then is watching the telly, doing a little bit of reading and of course, eating. Not that I'm complaining but it frustrates me that I can't do anything without help - how I can't go to the kitchen to grab a pack of crisps by myself or how I can't go to the loo without an escort. Nevertheless, there are some benefits to my 'situation'.
For instance, all I have to do is cringe or whine, or cry out in pain, before one of the boys, most of the time, Niall, comes running to the rescue. Basically, I’m being treated like a princess- not that Niall hasn’t been treating me like one before.
Speaking of, Niall still hasn’t returned from the meeting with management. But it’s understandable - there must be a lot of issues to discuss before the boys leave on the tour, not to mention discussions over the plans for their upcoming movie that they’ll be starting on soon. I’ve managed to watch one full movie - Locked Out, an action/sci-fi movie starring Guy Pearce(the villain from Iron Man 3) - since he’s been gone. Although I don’t normally watch science fiction movies because they tend to be a bit far-fetched but this one has action and a tad of humour in it so it’s not that horrible. The villain in this movie had an Irish accent and it reminded me of Niall. I glanced at my phone that was beside me on the sofa, telling me it’s been a full two hours since Niall left. Sighing, I glanced at the top right corner on the screen of the telly and it tells me that the next movie, Jane Eyre, is starting in 3 minutes. Perfect. I’ve watched Jane Eyre a few times...alright, more than a few times... and it’s still as good as the first time I watched it.
I decided to listen to some music while I waited and checked my Twitter page. As I jerked my head to the beat of Beggin’ by Madcon, I scrolled through my mentions, and as each minute passes, 20 more mentions pop up. As usual, I read through as many mentions as I could, including the unpleasant ones which I cringed at and then scrolled over, and retweeted or replied the ones that made me smile.
Like this one from @limegreenpotato ; “@JamieSJelly It doesn’t matter what the media tells me. i think youre a gorgeous person, both inside and out and Niall and you make a perfect pair:)”
After some ‘technical difficulties’ - I hold Louis accountable for it because it happened when he fiddled with my phone - my username was changed to @IloveLou and when I tried to change my username to my original one, it was already taken.
I replied to @limegreenpotato and thanked her for her kind tweet.
I looked up from my phone and realised the movie was about to start. So, I put my phone aside and took out the earphones from my ear. I cursed myself for not being able to make a some more popcorn seeing how I ran out half an hour after Niall left. But I would have to settle. I lied down on the sofa, carefully positioning myself to prevent hurting myself more than I already was. As it got to the part where Jane had just gotten a job as a governess, I must’ve fallen asleep because I woke up to a pair of strong, warm lips upon mine. My eyes fluttered open in surprise but I soon realised that my prince had finally returned so I remained in that position until he pulled away.
“Hello,” Niall chirped, his warm breath tickling my nose.
“Well hello there you handsome Irishman,” I replied, biting on my lower lip.
“You look so sexy when you do that,” he commented, looking at my lips just like I was staring at his.
I rolled my eyes at him and playfully pushed him away with the hand that wasn’t in a cast, making him fall flat on his arse.
“Umph!” Niall grunted, making me chuckle.
“So, how did the meeting go?” I asked, trying to sit myself up. Niall immediately came over to help me.
He shrugged. “It was alright.”
I looked at him. “Thanks,” I said as he helped me and sat down beside me thereafter. “What are you not telling me Niall?”
“It’s nothing, really,” he insisted. “Do you want some more popcorn? I could go make you some,” he offered, grabbing the empty bowl on the table in front of us.
“Don’t change the subject,” I stated, putting the bowl back on the table and holding his hand
“Fine,” he relented. “The lads and I have a show that management has set up for us to appear on tomorrow morning.”
“Okay. That seems normal,” I said.
He nodded. “It is.”
“But?” I insisted.
“They want you to come along.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “I don’t think I’m in any condition to go out of the flat. I’d need a wheelchair!” I exclaimed, not taking management’s request seriously. Surely, they wouldn’t want me going out in public would they? Not after the fiasco that happened outside the hospital last week.
“Yeah. They’ll have one ready for you tomorrow morning,” he told me, looking at me guiltily. “You don’t have to go,” he offered. “I’ll just tell them that you’re not feeling well.”
"The Chatty Man Show...Alan Carr."
I sighed and rested my head on his chest. "Well that will be interesting,” I muttered.
"So you're coming?" he asked excitedly.
"Well, One Direction, including the dashing Irish one, will be there, right?" I joked. "I'll follow you anywhere, Niall Horan."
He suddenly pecked me on the lips, stealing the breath out of my lungs.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured against my lips, grinning, his eyes shining.
I rolled my eyes and focused my attention back on the telly. I realised the movie was about to end. Jane had just returned to Mr. Rochester after she ran away when she found out his demented wife had been living in the mansion without her knowledge on her wedding day, when they were exchanging their vows. He’d lost everything when his mansion burnt down, including his wife, who committed suicide and his vision. Now, Jane Eyre, from a poor governess, was a rich heiress while Mr.Rochester, once a very rich man, was now blind and poor.
"Wait," I blurted out suddenly. "What if Alan asks about how I got injured so badly?" I asked, scoffing at the word 'injured'. I was much more than 'injured'. "The paparazzi have surely already found out about the accident."
"Just lie. Tell him you're clumsy and you fell down or something like that. Don't worry, it'll be fine," he affirmed me, smiling encouragingly.
I've never been good at lying but I'll try. I settled deeper into my seat, hoping the movie would prevent me from thinking too much about tomorrow.
“Why do you love this movie so much?” Niall asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
I shrugged. “He and she come from two completely different worlds. They fall in love, are torn apart, and brought together again. It’s an epic love story.”
Honestly, it reminded me of Niall and I. Jane and I had a lot in common - we were both English, we were both in our teens when we fell in love with a man whom we were never supposed to and we were both abused as a child.
“Are you sure it’s not Mr. Rochester that you’re in love with?” Niall teased. I shook my head.
“My heart only belongs to one man,” I murmured, looking into his eyes. He smiled and leaned down to press his lips to mine. His hands wrapped around my waist as my fingers played with his hair. His gentle caressing of my cheek and arm sent tingles down my spine. We finally pulled away, breathless and dizzy with love, our foreheads resting against each other. The wound on my forehead was almost completely healed and I could barely feel any pain there now.
“I love you,” he told me softly, tracing my lower lip with his thumb.
“I love you too,” I replied, smiling, feeling the warmth rush up to my cheeks. I glanced at the telly from the corner of my eyes.
“Niall?” I called out softly.
“Hmm?” he answered.
“Would you get me some more popcorn now,please?”
He scoffed, shaking his head. "The things I do for you," he lamented, as he took his hands off my waist and stood up. I reached out for his hand.
"Thank you," I said gratefully. Words were not enough to express how grateful I was for him helping me, for
being there for me, for loving me and ultimately,for being in my life. If he hadn't found me that day behind the dumpster, I had no doubt in my mind that I'd be out roaming the streets...or worse.
His eyes softened and he leaned to kiss me, resting on on knee.
"Anything for my princess," he murmured, his thumb caressing my cheek.
While he went off into the kitchen, the next movie, The Mummy Returns, started.
"My, my...isn't Nick O'Conell looks dashing."
Niall snorted and handed me the bowl of popcorn, plopping down on the sofa beside me, his arm slung casually around my shoulders.
"Just eat your popcorn," he muttered.
NEXT MORNING...(backstage of the show)
"Well hello Jennifer," I greeted, grinning at the boyish-looking man who was munching on a carrot.
"That was a brilliant carrot," he told me cheerfully, finishing the last remnants of his carrot.
The boys were towering over me since I was sitting n a wheelchair. They all leaned down to hug me, careful not to squeeze me too tight.
"How have you been doing?" Zayn asked, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slumped.
"I'm getting better. I'll be up and running in no time," I replied. "How have YOU been doing?"
I'd been reading from various websites that have been 'investigating' the photo of Zayn, shirtless, in bed, where a waitress claimed to have slept with him. I know it's been hard on him. And I know Zayn... he'd never do something like that.
I looked into his eyes briefly before the stage director told us we had to go on the show in a minute.
"Let's show them a proper good time, alright?" Liam said cheerfully, before we headed out and received a very warm welcome.
"They're the most popular boyband on the planet...the hottest boys on Earth...it's One Direction!" Alan screamed, his nasal voice making me smile.
"Well, look who Niall brought long! Come on you handsome Irish devil, introduce her to us,"he teased, playfully nudging Niall's shoulder.
"This is Jamie," Niall introduced, smiling crookedly. The audience applauded and I smiled and waved at them.
"Well hello Jamie, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," Alan purred, raising his eyebrows up and down.
"It's nice to meet you too, Alan," I replied.
"Oh, are we going to second base already, love?" he teased, making the crowd whistle. "I'm just kidding. You're with the Irish one," he stated, as if it didn't matter that I was the girlfriend of the most desired One Direction member.
"Yeah our boy is growing up," Louis joked, slapping Niall on the back, making the audience laugh.
"And tell me, Jamie, how did you land up in a wheelchair?" Alan asked eagerly, leaning in and resting his chin on his hand, his elbow resting on his knee.
"I'm a very clumsy person," I answered, faking a smile.
Alan glimpsed at the audience, who laughed as he made a face that showed that he was doubtful of the integrity of my answer. He 'hmm'ed.
"Are you sure this didn't happen in bed?"
Automatically, the heat rushed to my cheeks. The boys were chuckling, their bodies shaking with laughter.
"Tell me, love, is the blonde one any good in bed?"
"Are YOU any good in bed?" I retorted, surprised at myself for blurting that out. The audience and boys laughed at my reply and Niall was chuckling, which made me chuckle although I could have possibly made Alan Carr dislike me.
"I like this one. She's a keeper," he told Niall, who beamed at him. "And she doesn't look too bad either."
"Yeah buddy," Niall replied, gently squeezing my hand.
"Harry, have you gotten a new haircut?" Alan teased, making the crowd laugh. "I'm just kidding. Actually, I think your hair has gotten curlier. Don't you think?" he murmured, addressing the audience.
Alan continued to talk to the other boys and it was a generally enjoyable experience. Especially because of Alan's animated expressions that were extremely entertaining. Right before we went back on after commercial, Alan said to me, "I hope you like surprises, Jamie."
I looked at Niall who looked back at me and shrugged, as the other boys did.
"Welcome back! We're here with One Direction and Niall's lady love, Jamie," Alan said cheerfully, to the applause of the crowd. "Niall, you've previously been linked to the gorgeous American singer, Demi Lovato and the pretty drama student, Amy Green..."
This could be a potentially upsetting situation.
"What's it like dating an 'ordinary' girl? How does she cope with all this?" he continued, referring to the hectic life of a superstar. I felt like saying to him - " Mr Alan Carr, I am RIGHT HERE.''
Niall gritted his teeth and I could hear him breathing deeply, trying to keep himself calm.
"There's nothing normal about her. Everything about her fascinates me," he replied calmly, as the audience cooed. My heart melted as well. "And I think she's doing rather well. She's handling the fans and everything else much better than the lads and I ever expected, in my opinion."
"Yeah, Jamie is surprisingly calm about the paparazzi and everything. She's actually usually the calmest one among us," Liam agreed, smiling encouragingly at me.
"Yeah definitely. Jamie handles everything pretty well. It's scary and disturbing at the same time," Zayn chuckled.
"Interesting. Tell me, Jamie, how long has it been since you last saw your father?" Alan asked.
I raised my eyebrows. " Not too long ago, " I replied. "Why?" I asked curiously.
"Well, when we first announced that we'd be having you on the show, you're father managed to contact us and told us that he hadn't seen you in a while and wanted to meet you. So, as your welcome gift for your very first appearance on my show, please welcome..."
This was strange. Why couldn't Smith just call me if he wanted to talk to me? Alan stood up, clapping his hands, just like the audience members were.
"Jamie's father..." he continued in anticipation.
I looked at Niall and the boys who seemed as surprised as I was.
"Mr Peter Sullivan!" Alan announced, making my blood freeze.