Here's To Hoping (One Direction)

20.) Bad Interviews and Jarry

Chapter Twenty: Bad Interviews and Jarry

            After my long session of crying, I finally get out of the shower. Washing my hair between sobs was not easy. I check the time and see that it’s only a little after 6 a.m. I still have an hour to kill so I walk to the bedroom I’m currently staying in and flop on the bed. Never in a million years would I have thought I’d be here right now in this situation.

            I lie on the bed for a few more minutes and then decide to get up; there’s no use in moping around. I might as well get dressed I guess. Walking over to my dresser, I pull out a pair of light blue running shorts and a pale grey racerback tank. I throw them on and head back to the bathroom where I try to find my blow dryer. After a few minutes, I give up and decide it’s not worth it. Grabbing a can of mousse and some bobby pins, I walk back to my bedroom. Since my hair is naturally wavy, I add mousse to it so it won’t spaz out and frizz. After the mousse is in, I pull my bangs back with the bobby pins and slip on my flip flops. I look in the mirror and take in my reflection. My eyes are puffy and my nose is red. I thought about putting my contacts in and makeup on, but I knew that there was no use. Adjusting my glasses, I turn away.

            I walk downstairs to the enormous kitchen and open the fridge. I look for my leftover chicken from the other night but I don’t see it. Stupid leprechaun, I tell myself. Deciding to just stop somewhere and pick up breakfast, I make my way to the garage. In the very far end of the garage is a red Jeep Wrangle with the ragtop down. Niall rented it for me last week and I haven’t been able to drive it but a few times. I grab the keys and walk up to it. Getting in, I turn on the radio and hear the host say something about the boys.

            “It has been confirmed that Harry Styles’ girlfriend Jessica Dunagan is in the Critical Care Unit. Yesterday while on the way to the studio, Jessica and her bodyguard Peter were hit by an 18-wheeler that ran a red light. None of the boys have given statements, but a close insider tells us it’s very serious. We hope to have more information later on. For now, our prayers go out to Jessica and the boys.” The host finishes and the station cuts to a commercial.

            Wondering who the insider is, I pull out of the garage. The sun has decided to hide behind the clouds and makes me hope that it will rain soon. I’m just not in a sunny mood. I come across a Starbucks and settle on going there for breakfast. Besides, I can bring back food for the boys also.

            I park the Jeep and hope out. When I walk inside Starbucks, the smell of coffee invades my nose. I’ve always loved the smell of coffee. Walking up to the counter, the girl gives me a funny look as I place my long order. All of the boys like different things, so it takes a while. When I’ve finished, I notice the girl is still staring.

            “What is it?” I ask her. “Is there something on my face?”

            “N-no. Um, are you Audrey Shanklin? Niall Horan’s girlfriend?” She asks. Her face is pink and I realize she couldn’t be over sixteen.

            “Oh, yeah. That’d be me.” I smile weakly.

            “I’m sorry to hear about Jessica. I read that you have been friends for a long time.” She says.

            It’s weird hearing that she’s read things about my personal life. I find it unnerving that people thinks it’s fascinating. “Yeah. Me too.”

            “Is she okay?”

            “Yeah she’s stable now. They’re actually about to operate in a few hours. She is supposed to make a full recovery; we just don’t know about her memory yet.” I tell her.