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.


9. Stare and wonder


Alright, that hadn't gone exactly how I expected it to go, though something inside me relaxed when I found out they hadn't slept together and I still didn't know what was absolutely wrong with me! Why did I care? I mean, I care about my friend, but I wasn't thinking about that. I can't help but wonder what is going on through their minds. Are there hidden feeling between them? What had really happened last night? And more importantly, why did I care? I need to figure that last question out.

I looked at my phone and observed the picture, decided to figure out whatever feelings were shown there, but I found none, though I found myself staring at the picture and wondering how harmless and vulnerable she looked with her eyes closed and her once wet cheeks. She looked like she needed someone to hold on to. And she had. She now had the lads. And she deserved it, though she was mean to me. She needed to be loved and all that.

I pictured how awful it must be to loose your family. I loved mine. I tried to go to Bradford all the time and spend as much time with them as I could, though being me it wasn't much, but we enjoyed when we were together and we had the best of times and we joked and hung around. I made me happy. I wouldn't be able to live without my family. They were everything to me and I never want to loose it.

Just then, it hit me that I was still staring at my phone in the middle of the hallway, so I put my phone down and walked into my room, slightly closing the door.

What was that thing about the brain washer that made me think about her so much? My stomach groaned as an answer.



After the little scene the bad boy had made, I sat on one of the chairs that were in the kitchen. I wasn't hungry anymore. My appetite had gone along with the bad boy. I hated him right now. I just wanted to forget that if it weren’t for Harry, I would probably be setting something on fire, which could've probably been the bad boy's hair. I laughed at the thought. He cared so much about his hair that it would've killed him.

I was so inside my head and thoughts that I never noticed the boys leave the kitchen and go to the living room. I sighed and jumped off the chair. I needed some fresh air, so I ran upstairs to get my jacket, when I noticed Zayn standing in the middle of the hallway. Without him noticing, I managed to get closer and look at his phone. It was the picture he had taken of Harry and me last night. Why was he staring at that picture? I shook the thought away and quietly walked inside my room and closed the door without a sound. 

I let out a breath I didn't know I had contained. I walked near my bed and spotted my laptop on the side table. That was weird, since I never left it there. I wondered if the bad boy had put it there. I ended up thinking he had because in the picture, the laptop was there and Harry had fell asleep before me.

I made a mental note to remember to thank Harry again for being here for me. He really had saved me. What it things had happened just like when I was in Washington and I ended up really hurt? What if I had lost control of myself again and started playing with the lighter and I set the house on fire? What if I had lost my mind and ended hurting someone that was just trying to help me? Harry had saved me from myself, though when he had opened the door I had hoped he was the bad boy. I didn't know why, but I had just thought so. I shook the thought away and walked into the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face to stop thinking stupid things.

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