Second Chances

She left six months ago because she could handle making him upset because of what someone else needed her to do. Jennifer left Louis, Liam, and the rest of One Direction after making Louis horribly upset and Liam alone all over again. Liam had no other choice but to get together with another childhood friend while Jennifer dropped under the radar. What will happen if Louis finds her again? She can't keep running away from him forever.


2. Chapter Two || Studio

Jennifer's P.O.V.

I pulled up to the studio about an hour later, since Florence had to be isolated from every other city to ensure that the boys wouldn't find me, and pressed down on the parking button of my dark gray Toyota Prius and got out, shutting the door behind me. As I strolled in the building, the double doors automatically swung open for me and the cool air conditioner hit my face like the winters back home.

I made my way around the other filming areas, filled with the casts of people from movies coming out within the next year or so, whilst mine is just finishing up and going through the editing process. I'm only here to finish up the promoting and photo shoot for Fire Catcher, and then discuss more on the third and final movie of the trilogy, Nightingale.

As soon as I entered the stage registered for my photo shoot, I was bombarded by my make-up artist/best friend.

"Finally! I've been waiting for half an hour for you, Jen." Helen pulled me to my vanity.

I made myself comfortable on the plastic swivel chair before Helen attempted to do anything with my face, "Traffic must have been busier than I thought."

"Or you were just watching television again." Helen smirked; she knew everything about my One Direction rendezvous earlier in the year. Since Helen has been my make-up artist from my first movie, she had been my best friend for a long time and demanded I tell her what happened when the whole thing was done and over with.

"It wasn't easy leaving them, you know. I feel like if I always know what they're doing that it'll make up for what I did to them." I shrugged, sadness overcoming me as I let the thought of me getting on the plane sink back down again.

Helen rubbed my shoulders comfortingly, "I know that you feel bad, but what's done is done. Maybe it was for the better; you did fuck them up pretty bad."

I let a small chuckle escape my lips, "That doesn't make me feel any better."

"I-I'm sorry, I really should not have said that."

I gave Helen a small smile to ensure it was alright, "It's fine; I did mess everything up."

After a moment of silence to let me clear my mind, Helen began to fix me up for the photo shoot. I watched as she ruffled her nails through my unwashed hair - fixing hair is better if it's dirty - and Helen made sure it looked as messy as a short hair cut could be before using an entire bottle of hair spray to make it stay tangled and dirty.

When Helen was absolutely sure - after checking dozens of times - that my hair was perfect, she let me get dressed into my uniform for the photo shoot. I wore a lot of gear, so I was being most careful especially since I didn't want to mess up my hair and have Helen take another half hour to restyle it. Luckily, my pixie cut looked even better after my costume was clinging to my body and my props were hanging around me.

With one last look in the mirror, I was walking to the photo set thinking about someone I hadn't thought about in a long time. Eleanor.

I remembered how she did modeling for a career and how confident she always felt with herself and how beautiful she could look in shimmering make-up. I was the opposite, almost. I was confident in my looks, but I was quite nervous to always have my picture taken. And just like that, I felt as if I could break down in tears because Eleanor was my only friend through all of that and I messed everything up.

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