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.


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41. Miserable and scenes

JEN’S POV

The month went by and even though the boys and I talked to each other quite a lot. I was wandering through Heathrow Airport now, wondering whatever I was telling Fruit loop as soon as I was there. Liam knew I was here, he had known everything since the very beginning. I was sure he had told someone so I figured either Niall or Louis knew too. It couldn’t have been Harry, because he had the largest mouth in the universe, though he had been really quiet about his little girlfriend.

So, I walked out into the rain and hopped inside a cab. I told the driver the boys’ address and he started driving. It was weird not to have Marcus, since he drove me everywhere. The drive took longer than usual thanks to the rain and my anxiety was growing with every mile. I almost panicked when the cab pulled over and I paid the driver. My hands were shaky and I was afraid to talk because I was sure I would stutter. A lot.

I grabbed my suitcase and walked to the front door. I didn’t know how Fruit loop was going to react, but I had hoped he had felt as miserable as I had, not that I wanted him to be miserable, but I didn’t want to be the one being miserable and needy of someone all the time. I had said I needed to be independent, that meant I had to be strong, but I guess I’m really fragile and a pretty good liar.

My shaky hand made a lame attempt of knocking on the door, but I think it worked out when I heard the little song that could always make me laugh. “Who is it?” Niall sang.

“A thief, an American thief. Give me all your money, or else.” I joked. I head him laugh and he opened the door. I smiled when I saw my little leprechaun. He was neither little, nor mine but it sounded cute and I was miserable. We hugged and I was almost crying, but I stopped the tears as we let go. Surprisingly, that hug had made me stop feeling miserable. He dragged my suitcase into the house and pointed towards the living room. I started walking towards it as he struggled with my pathetic and almost broken suitcase up the stairs.

I walked into the room and none of the boys noticed, they were too busy playing Fifa. Typical from boys.

“Well, hello to you too.” I said, but they didn’t notice me, so I decided I shouldn’t be so miserable and I decided I would make me laugh. Maybe they’d laugh too. “Alright, give me all your money, then. I already dealt with Blondie over there.” I said with a wanna-be gangster voice and they boys just looked at me like I was insane. “He was an easy one.” I ended and looked over the window, making my scene a bit dramatic. I realized how lame and stupid that must have been and ended up in the floor laughing, along with the boys who I was sure were crying. God, I should’ve done this months ago at Simon’s house. Maybe he wouldn’t have taken it like the boys did, but it would have also been funny how he would suggest I see a psychiatrist or something.

“The hell was that for, Jen?” Louis asked, struggling with laughter and words. We sort of got up and had a group hug, but I noticed Fruit loop hadn’t been in the ‘group’. I questioned him with looks.

“I need my personal hug, thanks very much.” He said as he stood up and hugged me, but this one lasted longer than any other. “I missed you a lot.” I whispered to him.

“I missed you a bloody lot too.” He whispered back and I didn’t want to ever let go, but we did.

“Well, I missed Jen’s cooking. I don’t know about you but I’m hungry.” Niall said as he sat on the floor. When had he come in?

“She just arrived, Niall! Be polite.” Liam said.

“You’re right. I should be more polite.” Niall said and stood up before getting down on his knee and taking my hand in his. “Would you like something to eat or drink, miss Ocean?” He asked and we were all on the floor laughing again.

 

ZAYN’S POV

As soon as we were calmed again, Cupcake’s purse began making weird sounds. I looked at it and a cat jumped out of it. It was Batman. I turned to Harry, whose face lit up as soon as he saw it. He ran towards the cat and caught him inside his arms. It was probably the cutest thing in the universe, so I took my phone out and took a picture, uploading it to Twitter with the caption ‘cutest Harry ever’.

I took Cupcake’s hand and we started walking towards the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink or something?” I asked, trying to be polite. I noticed she was looking down. Maybe she had felt as miserable as me, though she didn’t have to paste a smile to her face for the cameras and interviews. I had hardly gone out this past month to avoid pictures that showed how I was really feeling.

“No, thanks, I’m fine.” She said, shaking her head. She was still looking down, overthinking stuff, like every time we skyped or something.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked, taking her hand inside mine. She looked at me and sighed as she looked down again. “Don’t say that it’s nothing. I know you, Jen.” I saw her half-smile when I said her name right. It had taken a little bit of effort, but I did it, though I barely used it. I liked that we still used our nicknames for each other.

“I’m just wondering if you felt as miserable as I did, because when I watched you on TV you seemed relaxed and normal, while I was dying inside and feeling like trash.” She said and I pecked her cheek, smiling.

“I did feel like that. I missed you, but I couldn’t let that show on TV. Uncle Si would kill me for several reasons, starting with you.” She took some time to process it, but she ended up hugging me. I smiled because I had missed her and I hated the fact that she was miles away. “Just please tell me the cat didn’t change your mind about me.” I joked as we pulled away and we laughed.

And I liked it. I liked laughing around with her and joking around with her, but I hated that she would go away again. It just broke me. I just wanted her to stay with me. I didn’t want to be miserable again.

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