Last First Kiss-a One Direction love story [ON HOLD...FOREVER!!!]

Chapter 13 "Living in Fast Forward"

Jenna's POV

"Why did you really move to London?" Harry asked me. We were sitting on a blanket at a park near Harry's house. 

A soft breeze brushed by as I pondered on how to answer his question. It had been almost a month since I moved here, kissed a boy and joined a band. Now I was living my dream. Lately,One Direction and I had almost finished writing a second song for The Battle, as we all refer to it, it was called 'Stand Up'. We were trying to fill the awkward gap in it still. 1D had decided that in addition to being the female singer that I should also play my acoustic guitar to add some more holes. I hadn't told anyone of this but now is probably the best time.

I turned to face Harry,"I was just a normal teen iin central California, living the typical American high school hell. My parents were divorced, my boyfriend's an asshole, I was bullied by my 'friends', my dad in London and I absolutely can't stand my step-dad. Soon things just got worst, I hated my life and one day I was just done with the drama.

" Now I was at my 'Pissed-at-the-world-so-I'm-gonna-rebel phase' and I got drunk, partied with college kids even though I was only a freshman in high school and dyed some of my hair pink. Thankfully enough I didn't get involved with drugs, now that would be a disaster."

Harry's eyes looked down, I couldn't see his expression as I continued,"But none of that could distract all of that, I still felt like that if I wasn't there things would be a lot more happier for everyone else.I tried to not think about it that much but then I just couldn't take it anymore. I was going in this huge downward spiral of depression and I started cutting myself, and just wanted to just die.

But one day I was done with the suffering, and I decided on pills. After I had wrote my last note and took the pills I just blanked out and when I woke up I was in a hospital. I spent almost two months in there, talking  to physcologists and theapists to 'understand that I was special and will live a happily ever after'. Bullshit. So after I finally got out of there, my mom wanted me to just leave this 'environment that probably created these suicidal thoughts' and move to London. That's how I got here."

By the time I was finished I found myself brushing away tears and Harry bitting his lip. Oh shit, was this a bad time to tell him about my shady past? When I was about to apologize to him, he hugged me. Just what I needed. Then I finally burst out crying. "Shh...It's alright Jenna." he whispered in my head. We fell back onto the blanket in each other's arms, him comforting me. Damn, that sounded like  something from a Nicholas Sparks bood, but it happened.

The next day in school he had an odd expression on his face and he was acting strange. Was it because I told him? But at lunch I found out why. I went to the bathroom and when I closed my stall door I heard other people come in. I could hear heels, trouble. I lifted up my feet and stood on the toilet seat and peered through the crack of the stall door. It was the blonde chick who gave me the dirty look whenever Harry and I drove off on Darcy, and she was with her posse of friends. The redhead spoke,"Still can't believe that Harry and that Jenny girl are still going out. What do you think of this Ainsley?"

Ainsley, a typical blonde rich kid, is in my Musical Theatre class, she was usually texting when people were preforming. It drove Mrs. Alves bonkers. Ainsley, re-applying mascara, replied,"Hmm...It still seems fishy to me do you think she gave him a really nice blow job? Linsey what's your take on it?" My cheeks flushed in surprise, was that my reputation?

"I heard that she spent the night with all five of them at Liam's house. Who know's what could of happened behind a bedroom door. After all Harry is the type to go really fast with a relationship. What do you think Taylor?" Linsey said. My legs started to tremble for staying still, I hope I don't fall. I hoped my combat boots wouldn't slip off the seat...