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.


27. Last day and failed plan


I couldn’t believe she was really leaving. It broke all of our hearts. I went to the terrace and closed the door. I needed some time to think. How could she leave when we were friends? How could she leave when we were finally getting along? If she was planning on leaving before al of us, maybe she should’ve gone before the entire picture and kiss thing.

I groaned and there was a knock on the door. It was Harry; he came in and sat on the floor. “Do you think it’s my fault?”

I sat down next to him. “No, I don’t think so. I think maybe Simon knew everything that was happening. I think it was my fault for getting drunk and all.”

“What are we going to do? I don’t want to let her go! I was planning on introducing her to Shaden. They’d get along!”

“Yeah, maybe.” I said absentmindedly. Shaden was a nice girl; maybe they could really be friends. “But I don’t think so now. The only thing is now she’s leaving tomorrow.”

“Maybe you can make her change her mind.” Said Li as he opened the door and sat with us on the floor. “Come on, you have one day to make her stay.”

“Simon said they were leaving. That means they are leaving.”

“What if you could change Simon’s mind. He knows you and he knows why he made you pretend you were dating.”

That was actually not a bad idea. “How am I going to make a plan if it’s already eleven?”

“Well, improvise! That’s what we always do! And it always works.” Harry said, like it was something obvious.

The lads left after a random topic change and I was on my bed trying to sleep. I couldn’t. I had all these flashbacks coming all the time and I just couldn’t stop them. After what seemed like an eternity, I began planning what I was going to do to convince Uncle Si to let Cupcake stay with us, but when I was finishing up some details, I just fell asleep.

A knock on my door woke me up. I opened it and it was Uncle Si, along with Paul and the lads for breakfast.

It was time to begin my plan. “So where’s Cupcake?” I asked randomly. Everybody, except for Li and Hazza looked at me like I was out of my mind. “What?” I asked.

“Why do you ask where Jen is?” Paul asked. “You never do.”

“Well, I would very much like us to spend her last day in Venice with her. I mean, because she’s leaving.” I answered.

“She’s packing. She’ll meet us at midday at the San Marcos Piazza.” Uncle Si answered.

“Why are you really leaving, uncle Si?” Ni asked in a sad tone that almost made me go hug him.

“Niall, I am responsible for Jen and I have to look after her.”

Ni nodded and ate some of his breakfast.

“I really don’t get why you left her to us when you could’ve been with her in USA. We could’ve avoided all this sadness. She’s like our new little sister! You can’t just take her away!” Li said and we all knew he was right. I mean, even Paul liked her and cared about her!

After a really guilty breakfast, we walked out of the hotel and began walking towards the San Marcos Piazza. We saw Jen taking some pictures, so we walked over her.

All day I talked to Simon about Jen.



After talking to Liam, I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about all the great times I had had with this boys. They were amazing! They were nice, and funny, and caring, and absolutely down to Earth. I loved them. And now I was leaving them.

I fell asleep after crying an ocean. I woke up and began packing after I talked to Uncle Simon. We had agreed to meet at the San Marcos Piazza, since it was one of my favorite places.

After packing, I headed to the Piazza. I was wondering what the boys were going to tell the fans about how Fruit loop and I had ended our relationship. I started taking some pictures to remember the great time I had spent with the boys. I wouldn’t remember them as the famous band One Direction, but as the five guys that were forced to take me in and whom I ended up loving. They were my family!

When I saw them walking by, I even took some pictures of them. They all looked great, even Uncle Simon and Paul. I would miss Paul a lot too. We went to have some lunch and we were all sad. We hugged all the time.

Uncle Simon told us that we were leaving in the morning, so we were having dinner together at the Bistro de Venise. We began wandering through the streets. Liam and I were walking behind the group. “Why are you really leaving, Jen?” He asked.

I couldn’t answer. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t know the answer. I just felt like it was better that way.

“I just have to.” I simply answered. Maybe I was wrong, but that was the way it felt like to me.

“So you and Zayn are over?”

“We were never together, Liam. Not really, at least.”

“But you two are made for each other, the perfect two.”

“There is no such thing like that and we aren’t perfect for each other. We hate each other.”

Liam rolled his eyes and sighed as he began to walk faster. I was left behind, but I caught up.

The afternoon ended really quickly and we were at the restaurant. Our table was outside and people who walked by took pictures of us. It was weird. None of us really knew what to order, since the menu was in Italian and what we thought the food was didn’t sound particularly tasty. We weren’t really talking, so the awkward silence was killing us.

Some good news was that, thankfully, the food had turned out to be delicious, though quite weird. We all had ordered one main dish, but Uncle Simon had ordered some tasting menu, which had like a billion different plates. This dinner was never ending. I had Liam glaring at me from across the table; Zayn staring at me from next to Liam; Niall hugging me from the seat next to mine; Harry telling me he was going to miss me from the seat next to Niall’s; Louis pretending to be some old woman whose cat had just died; and Simon and Paul talking about the food.

After quite a long time, we all headed to the boys’ hotel and when I was going to walk towards mine, we decided to say goodbye. It was awful. We were all crying and I was really going to miss this. Had this really been the best choice? I thought so. The last one I said goodbye to was Fruit loop. Despite the long hugs all of us shared, it was longer with him and it felt different too. I was really going to miss him, all of them. And before things got worse, I let go and began running towards my hotel.

Once there, I rushed into my room and cried just like the night before. It was awful. I cried myself to sleep and at nine o’clock, Simon woke me up and we headed to the port where the cruise to Barcelona was. It was really the end and that had been it.

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