One Month

Liam and Danielle broke up -- Again. Management doesn't want the media to give Liam a bad image, so they set him up with an actress. They have no idea what they both signed up for. Once they meet face to face, they realized that they already dated. They both want out, but management has them stay together for at least a month; then, if they don't like it, they can split. But a split for another couple might come early.

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~Jennifer's POV~

 

Florence is as big as a shoe box apartment in New York. Everybody knows everybody in this run-down, tiny town. There isn't much to tour around about in this place, except for the seven prisons dotting the town. Florence, aka Prison Town, aka my new home.

I was surprise when I rolled into town and no one knew my name; maybe it was because I was only popular in England and parts of the East coast, but I didn't mind. Recognition was the last thing that I need in my new life right now.

The first thing I did was tour housing areas near the local high school, Florence High, but no such luck in finding a good house, yet. I stayed in a hotel built behind the school's baseball field; not a good first start in a mew town, but it'll have to do for now. With my mind wandering about my placement in this town, it brought me back to my first day here.

When I was settled in my temporary room, with my minimal clothing now placed into the drawers of the cherrywood nightstand, I made my way to the Dollar Store next door to the hotel.

There were rows and rows of hair products, mainly hair ties and shampoo, and multicolored hair dyes. The one that stood out the most to me was a honey blond with a rusted tint. I bought it, along with shampoo and conditioner and a grooming kit to style it so I would look unrecognizable.

My hands fumbled around my hair, washing the blonde dye into the roots of my newly cut hair. Pieces of my bangs framed around my face from my new pixie cut that didn't really match the shape of my face, but I didn't care that much about how bad it looked, I cared about not getting noticed so much.

It felt as if the drying of my hair took forever, when reality only told it to be twenty minutes long. I was ecstatic with the final product; brown pixie cuts were comepletely terrible, but the blonde pixie cut matched much better with my light skintone. The box of hair product said the dye was permanent, not temporary, which made me even more happy; my hair doesn't grow fast, and the slower the grow, the longer duration of time for the hair color.

The only problem I could think of then was how my producers will react in May when we start filming Fire Catcher, which I had them move out here from England and  into Arizona to shoot it, to my new appearance. Surely, they won't be exciting and encouraging of my new look, but what's done is done and they have to accept the fact that I wasn't okay with how I used to look.

I didn't expect them to understand why, I didn't expect anyone to understand, and I didn't even understand why. Why I was changing just because of one stupid publicity stunt; why I was running away from all of my problems; why I had to get away from the boys who suddenly became my family after one month; why I left the aqua-eyed boy that I loved.

It's not like the boys would be looking for me way out here; Florence would probably be the last town they'd ever search for me in. But I doubted that they'd even come to look for me because they wouldn't have the time to; being One Direction and all, they have majorly busy schedules.

The busy schedule mentioned earlier consists of their 'Where We Are' tour, basically. I see the teenagers around the high school wear their merchandise and fangirl over their new album, which wasn't all that great to me, and talk about them coming here. They never mention a date but they say phrases like, "I can't wait!" or, "The concert is so close, I can almost hear it!" 

Everything they say just sounds silly to me, but I can't help but feel upset for leaving those six months ago, back in March. It's not as if I'd see them in Florence, but I would be afraid to see them again; even if I did look different on the outside, I still feel same about Louis on the inside and I just wouldn't know how to feel about seeing him. Would he be angry, excited, upset? I would never know because I won't ever see him again.

The thing wasn't that I didn't want to see him again - maybe I did - but I just couldn't face Louis after how stupid I reacted after all the drama with him and Eleanor and Liam and me and how sneaky Danielle really was when it came to running away.

Speaking of Danielle and Liam, they got back together a week - yes, only one week - after I escaped the One Direction fandom and their drama. My blood boiled when I heard the news over the television. I was almost tempted to pick up the phone and call them, before I realized that I had a new phone with a new number and no way to contact the boys - like I wanted my life to be when I left in the first place.

Even if I had known their numbers by heart, how would the conversation go? 'Hey, it's Jennifer. Sorry for ditching you in New York for this small town, but I heard you and Danielle are back together. How does it feel to know that you used me and now she is using you?' Not exactly the best phone call to receive when talking to someone who ran away after you locked her up away from the world just because of one tiny - and stupid - mistake.

My blame didn't exactly go towards Louis for buying me drinks, it goes to the bartender for serving them to us, it goes to their bus driver to drop us off at the club, it goes to me for agreeing with Louis. All of my blame could be traced back to me because I am the reason for all of those events happening that past month.

But this time, I want to make my life different. I want to make it better and drama free. And if I happen to meet the boys again, I want to give Louis a second chance - that's if he isn't mad at me. Mad at me for breaking up his relationship, mad at me for leaving him alone as his two most important girls snuck their way out of his life, mad at me for not calling or writing, mad at me for changing the way I look.

What if he was mad, though? What could I do, tell him I love him and then leave him all over again because that is what I'm best at? Or is he going to be the one to give me a second chance?

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