The Pretty Little One

Chapter 5: The Attack

So, I didn't want to do this with this story but, I'm going to change the point of view. I don't know why I don't want to change it, I just don't but I think that this chapter would be more dramatic from Nikki's point of view.

And on the side the girl is Janna for those of you who didn't know.

Janna's P.O.V.

I excused myself from the awkward scene and left to my room. I closed the door and sat on my bed waiting for the tears to come. I haven't seen my father since I was ten, and that was when he left my mom to fend for me and my brother on her own, for some slut that he met at the bar.

I heard a knock at my bedroom door, only for a little blonde Irish boy to walk in, concerned about me. "Janna, babe. What happened back there? Carla and I thought it would be a good idea to bring your dad here." He said getting quieter and quieter with each word.

"Niall and you never knew that my father left me when I was ten?" I asked, even closer to tears now. "I can't believe you Niall." I walked over towards my window and opened it. I stuck my head out and listened to the afternoon traffic.

"Janna, no!" Niall screamed as he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away from it. "What the hell Niall, did you think I was going to jump or something?" I screamed back at him. "Well, I-I, um I..." He trailed off as he grabbed the back of his neck with his hand and began to rub it as he turned red.

"Well what Niall?" I asked yelling even louder now. Getting the attention of everyone else in the other room. Carla and Harry ran in, along with Nikki, Lou and Maura. "Janna, what's going on?" Louis asked as he walked over to me.

He grabbed me by my shoulder and pulled me away from Niall, what was I going to hit him or something? Just like Niall assumed that I was going to jump out of a fifteen story window? Why are people assuming things today?

First it was Carla and Niall thinking that I would be happy to see the man that practically ruined my and my mom and my brother's life again, no. Then it was Niall thinking that I was going to jump out of my window when in reality I just needed a little fresh air, or when Louis pulled me away from Niall because he thought that I was going to hit him or something.

Hit. Niall. Niall Horan. My boyfriend, I was going to hit him. I was mad, I couldn't take the frustration. I was going to jump. I couldn't face the fact that my father shows up now in my life when I need him the least. And I did want to see my dad. I mentioned to Carla a few days ago that I missed him more that anything. But that was before the boys, Maura and Nikki showed up in my life and made it a whole hell of a lot interesting than it was before.

I sat on my bed and cried. I just cried and cried and cried. I couldn't take it. I was mad for no reason when my friends were just trying to help. Trying to be a friend to a friend. Trying tot do a nice thing for me.

"Janna," Niall whispered under his breath as he gave me a hug, but I didn't hug back. I just placed my hand over his a little bit and buried my head in the crook of his neck.

I heard Harry, Lou, Maura and Nikki all leave as Niall cuddled me to sleep, while he whispered soothing words in my ear, and sang songs to me.

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I woke up cold, alone and I had a headache. "Niall?" I said, my voice cracking with a dry throat I desperate need of water. I felt the bed shift from the other side, from Niall moving. "Yeah Janna?" He asked, his voice also cracking. "Can you get me some water?" I asked.

He reached over to his bedside table on his side of the bed. He grabbed a glass that was filled with water and handed it to me. I drank the water as if I had just been stuck in the Sahara Desert for three weeks with barley any water.