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.


8. Picture and awkward breakfast


I couldn't sleep, guilt wouldn't let me. I felt really guilty, but I still couldn't help but think that maybe she could've been a little nicer too. I jumped off of my bed and crossed the hallway. I sighed as I was standing in front of her door and I knocked. There was no reply. I thought she would still be awake, as I never heard Harry get out of her room. I was going back to my room when curiosity hit me. Was Harry still there?

I slowly opened the door, making no sound and laughed when I saw them. They looked so cute, all cuddled up! But why had they cuddled up? I spotted a laptop so maybe they had watched a movie. I walked towards them and took the laptop and placed it on the side table. I took out my phone and took a picture of them. None of them noticed. I laughed to myself and went back to my room. I'll talk to her tomorrow.

Once there, I looked at the picture. I saw that the brain washer had dry tears all over her cheeks and that Harry's shirt was wet on the shoulder. She had been crying. Something bothered me, something I didn't know. It pissed me.

I pushed the thought aside and sighed, trying to sleep, again.



I woke up in my room, though I was not in my bed. I felt an arm around me, and I turned to face Harry asleep. I smiled, remembering how Harry had come to comfort me. He was a really good friend of mine by now. I wouldn't have thought that I would really feel at home with these guys, but the bad boy. I didn't want him to feel pity, but he could've been nicer. Much nicer!

Harry woke up while I was lost on my sea of thoughts. I turned to him and smiled. He smiled back. "Morning. How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Morning. Better, thanks. I'm hungry, though." I replied.

"Yeah, me too." We stood up and headed towards the door, but I stopped before he opened it. He turned to me.

"Thank you very much, Harry, for everything. I don't know what could've happened if you hadn't come. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime, love." He said and opened the door. We rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen, where everybody was, but the bad boy. We started chatting about nothing in particular while we waited for Mr. Vain to come down for breakfast.

A couple of minutes later, a sleepy bad boy -who actually looked cute with his sleepy face- walked in. And what did I just say? No, Zayn's not cute, he's vain and evil and mean. So, anyway, he turned to Harry and me with a puzzled look. "So are you guys hooking up?"

"Are you nymphomaniac?" I asked, "because if you are-" I started, but he shut me up as all the boys but him burst out laughing.

"Shut up, brain washer! I am so not!" He spat at me, along with a deadly glare, which -I admit- I deserved.

"Well, then why do you always ask me if I'm hooking up with one of the boys? For all I care, they're my family now."

His face turned red with anger. "No! They are not your family! None of them are! You're just a guest and you're leaving, because I'm calling Simon to tell him you slept with Harry!" Zayn yelled, showing a picture of me and Harry sleeping together on the couch.

All of the boys looked at Harry with a puzzled look. "It's not what it looks like!" Harry and I said.

"What happened last night, Harry Edward Styles?" Liam demanded.

"I was going to check on Jen and she was crying and I comforted her and we saw a movie and fell asleep. Yes, we slept together, but we literally slept." Harry explained.

All of the boys sighed and we just laughed. I was sure they were going to stab us both thanks to Zayn. Wait, how did he know about it?

"So, bad boy, why were you in my room last night?" I demanded.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, the picture had to be taken from inside my room because of the angle. What were you doing there?"

"It's none of your business." He spat and walked away.

I turned to Liam, remembering he had said traveling made him angry. "Did he travel at night or something, Liam?" I asked.

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