Help, I'm Innocent. ~A Zayn Malik/Louis Tomlinson Fanfic~

Chapter Ten: You Mean That Much

A/N Sorry if this chapter sucks, I haven't written in a long time and kinda lost the vibe. I'll be updating more often!

Jessica's P.O.V


After I wrote Little Things the boys would not leave me alone. I'm surronded by "You're so talented!" "Write another one!" "PLEASE write another hit!"
And quite frankly, I'm tired of it.

I continue to play with my napkin while Zayn, Liam, Ed and Niall ranted on how talented I was and when I was going to write another song. I looked at Louis and he sent me an apologetic look. He grabbed my hand under the counter and a smile tugged at my lips.

"Jessica, when will you write another song?" Harry asked me with puppy-dog eyes. I rolled my eyes and thought of a very rude answer but was cut off.
"Leave her alone, Harry. She just wrote one song, a hit song, what more do you want from her?!" Louis protested. I sighed. "Thank you." I whispered to him. There was an awkward silence and I was right in the middle. Everyone just stared at me. "Well, I'm gonna go to my room." I told them as I got up and released my hand from Louis's.

I plopped myself on my bed and just stared at the celieng. I don't know what to do. They expect so much of me and I don't have anything to offer. I'm still scared that they're going to kick me out, why wouldn't they? I wrote one song, only one. And they want another. I can write another one but they don't want crap. I don't want to make them look bad.

A soft knock on the door ripped me from my thoughts and a soft voice came from the other side. "Jessica, can I come in?"
I smiled when I heard the boyish voice. Louis.
I walked over to the door and opened it. Louis stared at me and our eyes met; we stayed like that for a while until he held out his arms. I ran into them and he rubbed my back. "It's alright darling, you don't have to write another song." He whispered. I sniffled and sent him a small 'thank you'.

I stayed in his arms for quite a while before I let him in. "Jessica, there's something we need to talk about." He told me as he grabbed my hand. We sat on the bed and he started to speak. "We have a concert coming up, we want you to come and sing Little Things." He told me. A smile grew on my face, but soon dropped when I started questioning him in my mind. "Why do you want me to sing it?" I asked him. "Because we don't know who's going to sing what verse." He told me. "But management wants a sneak-peak and this is all we have." He added. I nodded and smiled. "When is the concert?" I asked him "A week from tomorrow." He told me.

We looked into each other's eyes for a while before he spoke up. "So what do you say?" He asked me. Shoot, I haven't given an answer yet. Typical Jessica. "I'd love to do it." I whispered. He engulfed me in a hug and we stayed that way for a very long time. I, Jessica Wright, am going to sing on stage. In front of millions of people...Stage fright, here I come.

A/N Sorry for the short crap chapter, I haven't updated this fanfic in a long time because I was gone for a few weeks and didn't have time. The writing flow isn't as easy as it was. :( Vote/Comment/Share! ~Hannah