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.


11. Park and chase


We walk into a park and Bad boy and Paul sat on a bench. I sat on the floor. Bad boy and I talked. Not too much, but enough to make Liam happy. What was Liam's problem? He was always talking to the bad boy about me. To like me, to pity me, to talk to me, to be nice to me. I didn't really need him. I didn't. Then why was he so into Bad boy and my being besties? I didn't know.

Then, something I never thought I'd live personally. I turned to see the street where we had been walking, and saw -no lie- about fifty teenage girls running towards us. Oh Lord, forgive all my sins, amen. We were dying!



I was just puzzled. I watched her as she lit up a cigarette. I took a sip of the water I'd just bought. We walked near a park and I sat on a bench. Paul sat with me and the brain washer just sat on the floor. I noticed she was really focused on the smoke. That was weird. Maybe it had been too long since her last cigarette. "How long since you smoke?" I asked her.

"Two years."

"What did your parents say about it?"

"They said I shouldn't do it, but that it was my life I was taking. I was going to quit it, but my parents died and that didn't help me for quitting."

I nodded and wondered how hard it must have been to quit smoking, then your parents die and you smoke again. And now I'm beginning to think that I've wondered more things about her life than any other thing. It's ridiculous!

I saw her turn her head to the street we had just walked. It was a normal street, nothing special. Then, I saw she was starting to panic. I turned to see what she was seeing and panicked too. "RUN!" I yelled and we all stood up and started running. Jen was a little bit slower than me -maybe because of the cigarettes- and Paul was after us to protect us. "The short cut!" I told her but then I realized she didn't know where it was. 

I reached for her hand, still running for our lives. We ran into an alley and I helped the brain washer up the wall. Then, Paul helped me and he ran through a store and walked out of their front door. Brain washer and I were still up in the wall. I jumped down and Paul caught me. Then she jumped down and Paul and I caught her. We started running again and we were now two blocks away from the house.

I reached my jacket and found I hadn't brought a key. "Do you have a key?" I yelled at her.

"No!" She yelled back.

"Neither do I!" Paul yelled at us. Bloody hell, we were ruined. We ran to the door and began punching the door like maniacs shouting at the boys to open the door. They took a bloody long time to come to the door.

"Who is it?" Ni asked.

"Niall! It's Paul, Brain washer and me!"

"Brain who?" He asked.

"Niall, just open! Fans are chasing us and they're so bloody close! Please open!" As soon as Ni opened the door, Paul, Brain washer and I ran inside, shut the door and lay on it, catching out breaths.

"Well, what a marvelous and lovely walk, wasn't it?" Paul said and Brain washer and I just threw deadly glares at him. Then, the three of us started laughing hysterically.

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