Forever In Their World [Sequel]

24

Jaylee's POV

4 days later:

"Ugh!" I groaned as I attempted to put on a fresh pair of tight pants.

"Come on! You stupid thing!" I whined as I kept trying to put my injured leg through the pant hole.

"Why do you hate me?!" I complained before I lost my balance and fell on my side.

I screeched as I landed on the rough carpet, causing my body to ache in ways I wish it didn't. Suddenly the door opened to my room, making my cheeks heat with embarrassment as I heard footsteps coming my way.

"You having trouble there?" Niall's voice rung in my ears as I tried to pull myself together.

"I'm fine! I just can't get these stupid pants on." I replied as I looked at my bare legs and wondered what Niall was thinking since I was literally on the floor with just my bra and underwear on.

"I didn't realize you could get mad at a pair of pants Jaylee." Niall tried to lighten the mood as he approached me and bent down, making me mentally groan as he wrapped his arms around me.

I sighed as he helped me to my feet, trying not to act embarrassed or vulnerable since I wanted to be confident.

"I normally don't but because of my dumb leg I can't do anything!" I sassed as I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Are you Louis' secret separated sister? Cuz you sure picked up his temper." Niall responded as he grabbed my pant loops and began lifting them up.

I rolled my eyes as I placed my hand on his back while he bent down and pulled my jeans over my thighs, grateful he finally covered my light pink underwear.

"I'm just frustrated." I admitted as he buttoned them up.

"And moody." Niall added as I looked up at him.

"How could I not be? You guys-"

"Ruined your life. Yes I heard it a million times." Niall cut me off as he stared at my high waisted jeans.

"Doesn't mean you should always be cranky." He informed as he looked me in the eyes before he walked around in my room.

"It's hard not to be when Louis expects me to be perfect every single day." I sighed as I grabbed the shirt he told me to wear.

"He doesn't need you to be perfect, he just wants you to fit in." Niall commented as I slid the shirt over my head and tucked it in my jeans.

"Same feelings apply." I mentioned as Niall frowned.

"You don't need to be anybody but you Jaylee. We already liked you from the start." Niall said as I began adjusting my bra.

"Look at that. I can manage to put on an outfit without falling! I'm making progress." I decided to change the conversation and boast about my slow recovery, hoping not to stir anymore drama.

"But you did fall." Niall announced as my smile dropped.

"Crap you're right." I mumbled.

"At least you can manage to find ways to make yourself smile." Niall said as he approached me with my red cropped leather jacket.

"I just want this darn leg to heal already." I sighed as I grabbed it from him and put it on.

"I'm sure you do. It'll only make Louis on edge though. He won't be able to sleep knowing you have a fair shot of escaping." He mentioned as I looked at the mirror.

"Aren't you concerned too?" I grew curious as I turned to look at him.

"I know you're going to try to escape as soon as you have the chance. Especially when your leg is stable. But I also know you will come back." Niall said as he crossed his arms.