One Way or Another

Jenkins Ocean is nothing but a trouble maker after her parent's death. She's at an orphanage since she's not 18 yet. Her dad's all-time best friend since high school -Simon- decides that he's interfering.

Taken in by Simon Cowell, she meets what seemed at first the pain in the ass called One Direction. They all seemed nice to her, everyone but bad boy Zayn, though Zayn's not really fond of her either.


45. From strangers to lovers and words unspoken


I had to rush to Uncle Simon’s favorite restaurant. I was already late and he was going to kill me. I crossed another street trying to walk as fast as I could. Constant complains from people walking by were ignored as I focused on the time, but then I hit something and fell backwards to the floor. I was going to ask whatever was wrong with the person due to my mood in those moments. I wasn’t very good in making my way through London, but I was doing my best.
Then I saw him, the cause of all my pain and nightmares. I hadn’t seen him for almost a year, but he hadn’t changed a bit. He was wearing his sunglasses, probably hiding something. And he smiled at me, with that familiar smile that once made me tremble and once made me melt. “Oh, Jen, I’m sorry.” He said as he gave me a hand to help me up. I took it and we just stayed there, his hand still slightly holding my arm. “Hello. How have you been?” He added after a long pause. I was speechless. had to rush to Uncle Simon’s favorite restaurant. I wasn’t very good in making my way through London, but I was doing my best.


“I’ve been good, thanks. What about you?” I couldn’t ask anything else. Had he gotten another girl? I was sure he had, I mean, considering who he was.

“Good, thanks. Are you on your way to see Uncle Si?”

“Yeah, and I’m already late. Sorry, but I have to go.” I tried to go away, but my phone started ringing, showing a text from Uncle Simon saying he was an hour late. I frowned.

“He’s late, isn’t he?” He asked and I just nodded, there was no use in denying it, he probably knew everything. And maybe he was a part of some evil plan Louis made. “Typical.” He added.

There was an uncomfortable silence for some moments, until I decided I should tell him about the letters. “I got your letters.” I simply said, looking down as he let go of my arm.

“You did? I wasn’t sure I should send them.”

“Yeah, but I’m glad you did. It was good to know I wasn’t the only one hurt, as awful as it sounds. It showed you were hurt too.”

“And why didn’t you write back? I was waiting everyday for a letter from you.” In that moment, I looked at him, eye to eye. His shades were now hanging from the neck of his graphic shirt and his eyes were showing his sadness and pain, just like mine.

“I feared we’d go back in circles about London.” I confessed, remembering all those nights I had feared this city would bring me nothing but trouble.

“I kind of learned the lesson.” He said and looked away, probably haunted my memories. “I’m sorry I did all those awful things to you, I swear I really am.”

I nodded as he looked back at me. “I know you are, but things might have been the same if I had replied. I feared that every time I wanted to write back. And when I did, I’d burn the letters down. I couldn’t hold it.”

“Do you fear that right now?” He asked, taking a step closer to me and all the flashbacks came to my mind. Our first kiss, Venice, Barcelona, Batman, our fights and every moment we spent together making a movie that wouldn’t let me concentrate in the real world. The flashbacks stopped when the memory of me crying over his letters, wishing I had let him explain.

When I switched back into the real world, I was feeling regret, loss, love and all sorts of things he had made me feel. And then he was leaning in, probably feeling everything that I was feeling in that moment, so I leaned in too and that kiss made me regret even more not writing a single letter or not turning back that day when I left the house. It was just perfect.


The End

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