The Pretty Little One

Chapter 12: Hurting, Hitting, Hating

A/N:

This chapter is probably going to be only 2 or 3 pages long. I want to post in on time, and I'm really tired, so I'll try cause I love you guys!

Person on the side, is Shane Dawson, he plays Janna's older brother Jake.

Oh gosh am I tired. Mmkay, on to the story.

It was probably about 3am when I heard a really loud knocking at my front door.

I had completely forgotten that the boys were coming back because of Carla, so since I was so startled since they woke me up at THREE IN THE MORNING WHEN I HAD SCHOOL IN LESS THAN FOUR HOURS, I got up and grabbed my old baton from when I was a majorette back in eighth grade, and went to the front door to listen.  

"Niall, why isn't she answering! I thought you said Janna was a light sleeper!" I heard Zayn whisper. "

She is, at least I think she is... or is that me?" Niall questioned himself. I mentally face palmed and sarcastically congratulated myself on choosing Niall as my boyfriend.

"Janna!" I heard Niall whisper-yell. "Jan! You there? Janna wake up!" I was so mean.

I didn't want to answer yet, I wanted to see how long it would take Niall realize that he HAS A KEY and he can always call me, or go downstairs to the front desk. I can picture that conversation with him and the secretary at the front.

Not because it's happen three times before. Pft, no! What am I saying? My boyfriend is a idiot.

**FLASHBACK**

"Niall, hurry up and get your key out, these bags are heavy!" I whined, as Niall dug deeper and deeper into his pocket to fish out his keys.

"I, ugh, can't. Find. Them." He said, taking pauses between words because he was holding his iPhone between his teeth so he could check both pockets at once.

"Did you take them with you? I set them on the counter!" I said, I could feel the milk slipping out of the brown paper bag that I was trying to support up with my tiny, boney, pale arms; that couldn't even support me enough to do a push up.

"Oops." I heard Niall mumble. I could tell he was trying to keep the 'oops' to himself so I wouldn't hear it and freak out like a usually did when he made a idiot move like this.

"Niall, don't even try hiding it, I heard you." I sighed. He looked into the window that showed the kitchen and living room, and sure enough, his keys were on the counter.

"I have an idea!" I said, as I passed the bags to Niall, and ran down the stairs, Niall must've put the bags down because he wasn't far behind. And he wasn't holding the groceries.

"Um, hi." I said to the lady at the front desk. She gave me a nod to signal me to continue talking.

"Um, well, my idiot of a boyfriend decided that it would be a good idea to forget our key, so can I have another one then come right back down here to give it back to you?" I asked.

I wasn't really sure how these things worked, I mean I had never locked myself out of my apartment before. Technically this time I didn't lock myself out either; Niall locked us out.

"Name and room number." the lady said without even looking up from her computer screen.

"Stewart, Janna. Apartment E44." I said as I began to chip off some of my nail polish that I painted on last night.