An Innocent Warrior (Completed)

Chapter 21.

*One week later*

Jenna's POV 

The boys have been so nice to me, but sometimes it stresses me out how much care they've been giving me. I feel like they think I'm gonna break any second. 

"Do you need anything Jenna?" Niall asks, making me sigh and shake my head as I continue to do homework. Getting back at doing everything like before has been difficult. 

In my mind there is always that spot for Em, I'm constantly thinking about her and about my mom. My heart can't take it, but I know I have to. 

I just wish I could do something to keep looking for her, maybe she's just gone. 

She's just gone, right? 

"You sure?" Niall asks again, and this is what I mean. If I say I'm okay, then I'm okay. 

Or at least I will be at some point. 

Hopefully. 

"Niall I'm sure, can I please do my homework now?" I asks, and I didn't wanted to be rude so I asked as kindly as possible. 

"Okay okay, but if you need anything-" 

"I don't Niall." I snapped at him and I felt immediately guilty, when I saw his face. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" 

"No, no it's fine, I get it. I'll let you be." He said without looking at my eyes making me sigh as I look back down at the empty white paper. I'm suppose to write an essay about the best moment of my life, the moment where I felt complete. 

Hah, the irony. 

How can I write something when I'm not feeling like it? 

I heard the door opening and close and I look up to see that I was finally alone. 

I took searched my pocket to take out the photo of mom but remembered that I gave it to Em. 

Now I have nothing to remember my family. 

What if I forget about them? What if I can't remember their voices or how they looked? 

I saw how a tear fall on the empty white paper and I didn't realized I was crying. 

What is going to happen when war is over and I go out there? I have literally no one left. 

I will have to search for Em, even if it's the last thing I do. 

The guys will all go to their families, but I have no one. If I don't have them, I have no one else. 

"Jen?" I heard someone asks, and I didn't even hear the door of the room opening. 

I look up to see Louis, he looked kind of happy, but when he saw me, his smile faded slowly. "Oh, Jen..." He said, as he came towards me and hugged me. 

I would've pushed him away but I didn't want to. I was feeling so lonely, I needed this hug. 

When I was with Louis, I always felt safe and I'm not sure if the butterflies in my stomach are supposed to be there, but it just felt right. 

"Shhhh I'm right here Jen." The best thing about Louis, where his kind words and his kind heart. He always knew what to say to make me feel better, even if it was a simple thing like 'I'm right here'. 

"What happened?" He asks as he stayed close to me. 

"W-What if I can't remember my family when I get older?" I asks, afraid of looking at him, feeling embarrassed for saying it aloud. 

"Jenna, look at me." He said, as he took the my chin in his fingers and made me slowly look at him. "You will always remember them. You know why?" He asks. I shook my head 'no', and he smiled a little at me, "Because you will always have them right here." He pointed at my heart, making my eyes water a bit more. 

I know he was saying the truth and it actually comforted me a bit. 

"Have I told you about my mom?" He asks. I shook my head again 'no' and he sat beside me this time, getting a bit more comfortable. "My mom died of cancer during the beginning of war. I'm the oldest one of my family, I have 4 younger sisters. So of course I felt like I was responsable to take care of them." I look at him intensely, looking at his eyes as I could tell he was remembering those horrible moments. 

I knew something must have happened to his mom because he never mentioned her. 

"I never knew my dad so I was left with my four sisters and an uncle that got drunk everyday." That's horrible, and he's the same age as myself, we are 15 and he had to go through all this. "This isn't the worst part. A few months after my mom died and war got worse, before they sent me here, I found one of my sisters dead in the bathroom." I put my hand over my mouth, not believing he has gone through all of this. 

"She has killed herself. I felt like I failed my mom and everyone else. Specially my own sister. She didn't feel protected by me, she felt like there was nothing else in this world left for her and she killed herself." I shook my head, putting my hand on his shoulder. 

"That's not true Lou." I told him but he shook his head and closed his eyes. A single tear rolling down his face. 

"When I found my sister dead, they took me and my sisters away from each other, just when we needed each other the most. They separated us and I have no idea if they are okay or if they hate me." 

"They don't hate you Louis." I told him, as I wiped away another tear that was rolling down his cheek. 

There was a moment of silence between us, and I felt the need to kiss him. 

I've never felt so strong about anything before, but I'm afraid that he will think I'm doing it because I feel bad for him. 

I do, but that isn't the reason I want to kiss him. 

I feel like we need each other right now. 

His eyes where still closed, small tears rolling down his face. 

I took his face on my hands and he opened his eyes, looking straight at my soul. 

"C-Can I kiss you?" I asks in a whisper, almost not wanting him to hear it, but he did.

And he nodded. 

I'm I really going to do this? 

I am. 

So I kissed him. It was so slow and careful. I closed my eyes, not knowing exactly what I was doing because this is the first time I'm ever doing this. 

The kiss was mixed with sad emotions but also with encouragement, for each other. 

"LOUIS DID YOU TELL HER?!" We heard Harry opening the door, making me separate from the kiss quickly.