Criminal (1D)

Chapter 20

Niall

We sat in the car outside of Jenna's house. We just sat there. Staring at the red garage door.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked me. I nodded shakily and she grasped my hand.
"Let's do this. Together." She said and we stepped out of the car. She turned me to her and her hands found their way to my hips.
"You can do this. Your a big boy and your all fed up so you can do this. I believe in you." I gave her a smile and gave her a peck on the lips before we walked hand in hand up to the cherry colored door that matched the garage. Unlike other doors, this one had large windows that were delicately carve with a swirl pattern that stretched in to the middle. I peered inside as Jenna rang the doorbell and watched a woman with a head of wildly untamed milk chocolate curls for hair sashay to the door; her long legs striding smoothly over the grey tiled foyer to the door. I gulped and Jenna gave my hand a squeeze as the women opened the door. She looked ore like Jenna's sister then her mom. The woman's face lit up and her brown eyes squinted as her smile stretched past her ears.
"Jenna! My dear baby! Ive missed you so much!" She practically squealed as she wrapped her arms around Jenna and pulled her into a bear hug.
"Thomas! Thomas! Get over here, our baby's come home!" the woman cried and a slightly shorter man with sandy hair and a cleanly kept beard appeared in the hallway a moment later. He smiled and rushed forward to hug Jenna as her mother had done. The woman turned to me with a smile and I smiled back shakily.
"You must be Niall! We've heard so much about you!" the woman gave me a tight hug before the man turned to me.
"Stand straight so I can look at you!" He said sternly, but a tint of friendliness was present in his voice. I noticed that he had green eyes just like Jenna. If anything, he reminded me of her. I stood up as straight as I could as the man circled me and inspected me. My eyes locked with Jenna's and she giggled softly. I grinned like a fool but refused to break y stance as the man stood in front of me once more.
"name, age, birthday, and current profession." the man barked and Jenna complained but he ignored her.
"Niall James Horan, 21, September 13, 1993, and entertainer." I settled for my age when I was turned and stuck with entertainer just incase they didn't know that I was famous. The man nodded.
"To you I am Tom, and my wife is Sherrie. Welcome to the family." I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding and shook his hand. His face twisted when I let go.
"Strong grip." He observed and I froze, my gaze locking with Jenna's and she mouthed, 'calm down!'
"Have you ever boxed or wrestled?" his eyes trailed down the length of my body and I suddenly felt all too self-conscious. I shook my head.
"No Sir." My voice shook and I clenched my hands into fists until I drew blood so I could focus on the pain instead of this humiliating interview. And trust me, I've had quite a few. Tom nodded and then clasped his hands.
"Dinner will be ready in an hour; I suppose you would like Jenna to give you a tour of the house?" I nodded and Jenna found her way to my side.
"Jenna's older sister Nora wont be home until late so we will have to eat without her. Now go have fun! Just keep the bedroom door open and don't spoil your appetites." Sherrie said before her and Tom retreated to the kitchen. ' I doubt that that will ever happen.' I smirked in my mind before their gaze left me. I sighed and unclenched my fists, holding them open so we could watch the four finger nail punctures heal and leave behind speckles of my blood. Jenna grabbed my arm and towed me up the stairs and down the hallway to a room at the far end, the farthest from the master room. Jenna pulled me inside and shut the door, violating her moms first rule as she pushed me up against a cream wall and kissed me. her toes flush with mine as our mouths glided together as quietly as possible. I pulled away and she retreated to sitting on the end of her bed. I opened her door before sitting next to her as she stared at a bulletin board of her with her family and tons of pictures with her friends. I looked to my left and smiled. I gave a quiet laugh as I pulled myself out of the corer of her room.
"What is this?!" I laughed and she grinned at the poster of my face blown up to fit the large square.
"What can I say? I was a fan before the lads kidnapped me!" she joked and I laughed, setting me down against the wall where I found it. We sat staring at her bulletin board for awhile before Jenna finally broke the silence.
"Do you know what I just noticed?" she asked and I sent her a questioning glance.
"I noticed that ever since I met you, I've been a different person. When I left here, all I cared about was fitting in and buying all you're albums. But now...." She shook her head and gave a soft laugh and smile. A dimple I hadn't noticed before popped out on her left cheek.
"Now I couldn't care less. You've showed me that it doesn't matter if you fit in. I-If you're not like everyone else. It only matters what you think and I think I love you." The words seemed to slip from her mouth but after a moment she turned to me, expecting an answer and I had one. I had been waiting for the right moment to tell her, I was just to afraid to make the first move. I gripped her hands in mine and brought them to my lips, softly kissing the smooth skin over her knuckles.
"I love you too. More than you can imagine." And a moment later, she silenced me with a kiss.