Falling For My Shoe Stealer // l.t.

Well It Appears To Be That She Has A Massive Celebrity Crush On Me

Chapter 19:

Jessica's POV:

"Huh?" Louis said, his face full of different emotions. Mostly confusion, shock, hurt, and relief flashed across his features, along with other ones I couldn't read. He was like snake, you didn't know when he was going to strike. Actually, that doesn't really make sense, but I like the reference.

The other boys wore similar expressions, but not as complicated as Louis'. Eliza, feeling the tension, easily backed away and escaped the soap opera going down in front of us. I just wanted the world to swallow me whole right then and there. I'd actually quite like to see their faces if that actually happened, if we're being honest.

On a more serious note, I feel like an idiot. I feel like an idiot for not telling the boys about Justin. I feel like an idiot for not telling Louis about Justin. I feel like an idiot for not telling the boys about my career. I feel like an idiot for not telling Louis about my career. Overall, I feel like someone should write 'dumbass' on my forehead and let me walk around town.

I opened my mouth to say something, but no noise came out. I looked awkward trying to make up some sort of excuse as to why I didn't tell them. Why didn't I tell them?

I couldn't come to a conclusion. I know somewhere deep down in me I have a reason but seeing the boys' reactions made my mind go completely blank. "I'm so confused," Niall muttered and rubbed his temples.

"I know what you mean, mate," Zayn agreed while patting him on the shoulder.

Justin started explaining everything to them. How we're related and my career, but I didn't pay attention. I was too aware of the eyes burning holes into my skin. I glance out the corner of my eye to see Louis staring at me with a different expression now. This one I couldn't read at all. I immediately lowered my head in guilt for not telling them.

My mind swirled with options of what could happen. Maybe the lads will just blow this over and not even care. Maybe they will become more curious and pry deeper into my life. Maybe they might not want to be friends because of what's going to happen in the future. Maybe they will feel so betrayed that they never want to talk to me again. My eyes widened as I thought this. Maybe they will all hate me.

I internally cut myself into pieces and threw my body in a river because I felt that bad. I probably deserved it. I wasn't completely honest with them from the start.

"Jessica?" a voice sounded from a hazy distance. Oh God, it's the devil coming for me. See what a horrible person I am. I definitely deserve whatever is about to happen to me no matter how cruel. It's official, I win the world's worst person ever award. Applause not necessary.

Someone nudged my shoulder bringing me out of my trance. I looked up to see six anxious faces staring at me. "What?" my voice cracked. I didn't try to say those words that came out of my mouth, it just happened. My vision grew blurry as I swayed from side to side. Oh God. What's happening.

"Is anybody else hot?" I mustered to say with all my energy. I heard voices, but not many words. "You don't look too well," a light voice exclaimed.

My hands swatted at my face which was drenched in sweat. How attractive. "Something's wrong," another person pointed out.

That was the last thing I heard before everything turned black and my mind completely shut off. Yay me for fainting in front of six extremely famous boys; one who I happen to be related to, one that I admire a little more than the others, and all my best friends. Whoopee.

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You know that annoying moment when you wake up and it feels like someone is shining a flashlight in your face? That's how I felt right now. I groaned and rolled over on the soft object I was laying on. "She's awake!" I heard a familiar voice announce. I moaned in response and shoved my face deeper into the soft surface.

"Someone turn off the damn lights," I complained and heard chuckling.

"They are off," a feminine voice explained.

"Then shut the curtains. Make it go away."

More snickering was heard before a majority of the light source vanished. Thank you, Jesus Christ. "Why can't we live in Alaska where they have, like, twenty days with no light?" I wondered mindlessly aloud.