Spying on One Direction

Chapter 5

We all sat in the living room, Niall on the couch next to me, holding his guitar. The fireplace, which I didn’t notice before, was lit and was giving off warm light. Everything was silent, but it was tense. We were all just enjoying the sound of the fire. “Let’s sing some songs,” I said, trying to break the silence, bored. Everyone agreed. “What song,” Zayn asked. “I know,” Niall exclaimed. He started strumming the guitar strings lightly. I recognized the song instantly as Stole My Heart

The night shines

It’s getting hot on my shoulders

I don’t mind, this time it doesn’t matter

Cause your friends

They look good but you look better

Don’t you know all night

I’ve been waiting for a girl like you to come around, round, round

                The other boys joined Niall in singing the song. I wanted to join too, but I didn’t want them to know I was a good singer. The less they knew about me, the better. I listened to their voices sing in harmony, but I was only focused on Niall. He was looking at me as if we were alone. As of he was only singing the song to me. I gazed into his deep, endless, blue eyes, and he gazed into my lighter grey ones.

Been looking for a girl like you.

                Niall strummed the last note of the song on his guitar, and he still stared in my eyes. And I stared back. Niall’s eyes were so cute. Wait… did I just think Niall was cute? No. I will not let myself fall for this guy.

                I heard someone cough, and blushed looking at Liam who had coughed. He was looking from Niall to me, a smile on his face. I looked at Louis and Harry, who were on the same couch, and they were smirking at me. Louis wiggled his eyebrows and I laughed. I turned to look at Zayn, and was shocked at his expression. There was a mixture of emotions in his eyes. He looked angry, jealous, guilty, and sad. What was wrong with Zayn? He looked at me and smiled, though I could tell it was forced.

I looked back at Niall who was blushing, which made me blush more. “Looks like its official! Niall likes Jocelyn,” Louis yelled, and I blushed even brighter. “Be quite Lou,” Niall retorted. He smiled. “I knew it! You fancy Jocelyn,” Louis joked. I heard someone get up swiftly. “I’m going to bed,” Zayn said quietly and hurried up to his room. Liam frowned and asked, “What’s wrong with him?” Nobody answered, because nobody knew.

“I’m going to bed too,” Liam said, standing up and stretching. “Same here,” Louis and Harry said at the same time. They looked at each other and grinned. They all went upstairs, leaving Niall and me alone on the couch. Very close, I might add. It is a very small couch.

“So,” Niall said, uncomfortably. I contemplated what to say. “Is it true what Louis keeps on saying,” I asked him, looking up at him. He looked confused. He is adorable when he’s confused, I’ve noticed. “Is it true what?” I glanced down at my hands. “Do you actually like me,” I asked him. I felt him tense next to me, and then relax. I turned to look at him, and my eyes landed on his lips. The lips that were moving closer to me. I felt his breath on my lips. My heart was beating so wildly, I swear he heard it. Our lips barely touché when I jumped up from the couch.

“It’s late. I think I’m going to go to bed,” I said awkwardly, forcing out a yawn. I saw hurt flash in his eyes, quickly replaced with sadness. “I guess it is late,” he said quietly. I nodded agreeing. He got up and I started towards the stairs. Right before I opened the door to my room, I felt someone grab my arm. I turned and found myself face to face with Niall. He swallowed and pulled me into a hug. “Sweet dreams love,” he whispered into my curly brown hair. I sighed in contentment in his arms and murmured back into his chest, “Night Niall.” He released me and smiled. I smiled back to him, and went into my room.

                “Let go of me,” I screamed at the man holding my wrists too tightly, struggling in his grip. The man laughed darkly. “Your mine Lucy, don’t forget that,” the man snarled. He was the only person who knew my real name, other than Matthew. He pushed me up against the wall, kissing me and trying to get my shirt off. “I said let go of me! I told you we were over Timothy,” I screamed at him again, pushing him off me.

                “You don’t get to say no to me you little slut,” he yelled, grabbing me and throwing me over his shoulder. “But me down you asshole,” I screamed, pounding my fists on his back, tears streaming down my face. “Not until you pay,” he whispered harshly in my ear, his breath smelling of alcohol. He opened the sliding glass door to the porch and set me on the balcony that separated me and twenty stories of building.

                I screamed as he started pushing me off the edge, clutching at him desperately. He laughed. “Now you want me you little slut,” he yelled at me and I whimpered. He pushed me off the edge and I held onto the balcony for dear life. His eyes widened with fear. “Lucy I didn’t mean to! I swear,” he said trying to pull me back up. Since he was drunk though, he couldn’t really do anything correctly, making me slip, holding onto the balcony with only one hand now. “Help,” I cried in hysterics.

 

                I gasped and woke up from the horrible dream. But the scary thing was, the dream wasn’t just a dream, it was a memory. I let out sob without meaning too. I felt so vulnerable. I hated that! I let out another sob, feeling so freaking scared!

There was a knock on the door. “Jocelyn, are you okay,” I heard someone asked from outside the door. I tried saying that I was just dandy, but when I opened my mouth, another sob came out. I heard someone open the door and shut it behind them. I curled up into a ball and buried my face into my pillow. I felt a weight on the other side of the bed and someone wrap their arms around my quivering body.

“What’s wrong love,” the person next to me asked. I looked up to meet Harry’s worried expression. I sighed. “I j-just had a b-bad dream. I’m okay, h-honestly Harry,” I told him, stuttering a bit. He just watched me, his expression still worried. “Harry, I’m fine,” I told him, trying to convince him. He nodded, finally. “If, you’re sure you’re alright,” he said. I nodded. “Fine. Good night love,” he said kidding my forehead. I smiled at him and he left the room. Then I frowned. I was getting too attached to these boys.