Those Three Words

"Mum can you tell me the story about how you met dad?" My sweet little girl asked. I smiled. "Sure." And so Jenna told the story.
Jenna... a girl who did nothing wrong, and was technically called perf. But when that one person comes in and changes everything. She was doing things she never thought she would. Read to find out what happens.


3. Chp 3

Jenna's POV

Once we got to the mall I decided to go looking for more leggings and over sized sweaters since its getting colder out. "Hey Jenna Im going to go over to Rue 21, you need anything?" Nina asked.

"No, I will meet you in there, Im gonna stop in here to get a few things," I said smiling. We parted our ways as I walked inside the unfamiliar store. I picked out a few sweaters.

"Fancy seeing a beautiful girl like you in here," I heard the a scruffy voice chuckling. I turned to see Zayn standing right behind me. "You shop here?"

"Sometimes, I didn't know you went shopping?" I said a little shocked.

"Well how else am I going to look this good," Zayn said making me giggle. I placed my sweaters and leggings on the counter. "I didn't know you wore these types of clothing."

"Yeah, used clothes are cheaper and not that bad looking." I said handing the lady my card. "I wear skirts and dresses sometimes."

"Well now I wonder why do people call you miss perf?" Zayn asked. I grabbed my bag and sighed.

"Its nothing you need to worry about," I said as I began to walk out the store. "Aren't you going to go shopping in there?"

"Nah, I rather spend time with you," Zayn smirked following me into Rue 21. Nina spotted me running over.

"Hi Zayn, I see that you contacted him," Nina said winking. I hit her arm.

"No we just bumped into each other," I said cocking my head to the side, signaling her to shut up.

"Well the more the merrier," Nina said with a wink. And thats how the rest of our day went. Except the part where Zayn followed me home. I don't understand why.

"So this is where you live," Zayn said taking off his helmet. I sighed. "What?"

"Why did you follow me home?" I asked a bit annoyed. I grabbed my bags.

"Why not, I need to know where you live so when I come and pick you up later I won't have trouble finding your house," Zayn said following towards the door.

"Zayn I have a family dinner tonight, I don't think my mom will let me get out of this one," I said unlocking the door. "Plus, I shouldn't be seen around a bad boy like you."

"And why is that?" Zayn asked following me inside.

"Because my mom would make me go to a boarding school," I said crossing my arms. Zayn rolled his eyes. "Now go, I have to get this house ready for tonight."

"Alright alright, but I won't give up," Zayn said winking. He then left, now I could get some work done.


"Jenny Jenny! Come play," My cousin Ashley squealed. I sighed. I couldn't believe how many little kids were in this house.

"I can't I have to help my mom," I said breaking free of her grip. I then walked into the kitchen. "Hey ma."

"Hey sweetheart," My mum said turning to me. I noticed behind her a motorcycle pull up.

"How mad would you be if I went out with Nina?" I asked smiling. My mum sighed.

"I guess its fine, just make sure your back before midnight," Mum warned. This is weird, yet I have never done anything like this before. I walked outside grabbing my coat.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. Zayn smiled.

"I told you I was taking you out," Zayn said smiling. I rolled my eyes. "I know you don't like motorcycles but.."

"A motorcycle killed my father," I said angrily. Zayn sat their speechless. "Thats why Im always terrified."

"You don't have to be, I have been riding this since I got into highschool," Zayn said offering me a helmet. "Im still here." I inched my way closer. I finally gave in. "Just sit behind me and hold on tight."

"Zayn.. I don't know, I just.." I couldn't get the words out.

"Look, trust me, okay, you need to give in sometimes," Zayn said as I took the helmet.

"You crazy," I whispered getting behind Zayn. He took my arms wrapping them around his body.

"Hold on," He whispered. Pulling out of my drive way. The ride was.. thrilling. I felt as if I was a new person. I have never done anything outside this point of mind. 


"So what do you think?" Zayn asked as I got of his bike. I sighed handing him the helmet.

"Wasn't as bad as I thought," I said messing with my now helmet hair. "Its just I prefer a car, or something, motorcycles give me bad memories."

"Sorry but I can't do anything but help you move on," Zayn said putting his kick stand up. He walked over to me pulling me in for a hug. "See you later," He whispered kissing my cheek.

"Bye," I said watching drive off. I walked inside into an empty house. Weird, cause Im in bed by now, but im not today. "What's wrong with me?"




NOTE: Sorry its a short chapter. I was at a wedding today. I had to curl hair, help cook food, and set up. So much work. So hopefully I can type tomorrow. Peace out!!! ~ Mystery_Horan_Girl

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