Give Me Love

Jessie Richards doesn't have the best life at home, a dead mom and an abusive father. She decides to run away. But one car crash could change her whole life.


18. Little Mix

Jessie's P.O.V.

They weren't guys at all! Little Mix! STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!

"Hello!" Perrie said to me. I felt like fainting again. It seems like I do that a lot here lately.

"H-hi." I stuttered. Great, I was stuttering, making me look like a total dork.

Perrie just laughed. "I've heard so much about you!" she exclaimed.

She has? Harry must have told Zayn about me who must have told Perrie. How is it that all the sudden I'm meeting famous people?

She must have seen my puzzled expression because she quickly replied "Zayn told me about you."

"Oh my goodness! Where are my manners? This is Jesy, Jade, and Leigh-Anne." she said pointing to each of them.

"Nice to meet you." I nodded to them.

I looked over Perrie's shoulder to see the press standing in the window. There were tons if them!

"You might want to get out of here while you can." I said to them.

They turned around and saw the cameras.

"The press wont leave if we will. They will stay here until they can get clear shots of you both. Would you mind leaving the same time we do?" asked Jade.

I looked at Marcel.

"Sure." he smiled at Jade.

"Ok. Are you guys done? We could wait." Jesy said.

I was about to open my mouth to ask them if we could have a couple minutes when the door opened and a man walked in. This man looked awful familiar...

"Yeah we're done, we were just finishing up." I said in a rush.

"But we-" began Marcel before I cut him off.

"We are done Marcel." I said in a stern voice. He immediately looked around the shop to see what mad my attitude so stern. When he saw the man his eyes bulged out of his sockets.

"Yeah lets go." He said.

Jesy, Jade, Leigh-Anne, Perrie, Marcel and I walked towards the door of the small shop. When we got to the door.

When we got there, I looked back over my shoulder to see the man's eyes boring into giving me an uncomfortable feeling in my gut.

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Marcel and I were silent half the way through the short journey my house. I think we were both thinking of the same thing. Of man in the shop and how much he looked like my father.

"That man looked so much like your father." Marcel said, voicing my ongoing thoughts.

"He has a brother...." I trailed off.

"OH MY GOSH JESSIE! WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THIS BEFORE!? This is vital information!" Marcel screamed.

"What does it matter? I've only seen him one time and that was when my mom was alive." I said trying to calm him down.

"Do you not understand?" Marcel said. His imagination was probably running wild now.

"What is it?" I asked prepared for something crazy.

"Your dad is in jail. In jail they get one phone call. He must have called his brother! His brother is probably after you!" he exclaimed.

"Why would he be after me?" I asked confused.

"I've narrowed it down to 2 reasons. Either your uncle wants revenge for you being the cause that his brother is in jail, or your dad told him to come and get you over the phone." Marcel vented.

"The second reason cant be possible." I said.

"Why not?" he asked, annoyed that I had disagreed with him.

"There are police officers in the room when he makes the call." I reasoned.

"Well maybe they weren't listening to him." Marcel said, not standing the idea of being wrong.

I just rolled my eyes and turned on the radio.

         Leave my heart open but it stays right here empty for days

         She told me in the morning

         she dont feel the same about us in her bones

"EEEEEKKKK!" I screeched.

Marcel slammed on the brakes. Good thing we were on an empty road.

"WHAT!?" he shouted.

"This is One Direction!" I shouted.

"You cant just scream like that Jessie I thought we were gonna have a car wreck." he said catching his breath.

I nodded and turned back to the window to listen to the sad song.

               Although I am broken my heart is untamed still

               And I'll be gone, gone tonight

                The fire beneath my feet is burning bright

                The way that I've been holdin' on so tight

                 With nothing in between

                 The story of my life

                  I take her home, I drive all night

                 To keep her warm and time

                  Its froo-oo-oozen (the story of, the story of)

                 The story of my life I gave her hope

                   I spend her love until shes broke and time

                 Its froo-oo-oozen (the story of, the story of)

"Did sing most of this?" asked Marcel

"Yeah most of it." I said looking at Marcel.

"Did I ever tell you that you look just like Harry Styles?" I asked him.

"Never." he laughed.

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Once we got to my house, I got out and turned to him.

"Thanks for today." I said to him.

"No problem." He said back.

I smiled and waved and towards my house.

Once I got into the house, I laid down on the bed to take a nap when the doorbell rang.....


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