Terrified

Chapter Two

Roxy’s P.O.V

I sighed as I pulled my cases from the main room into the bedroom Jessy and I were sharing,.I  threw my handbag and laptop case onto the top bunk and began to unpack while I waited for Jess.

She appeared a few moments later still looking a little angry from her encounter with Zayn. She collapsed down on the bottom bunk, staring up at the bottom of my own bed.

Both beds were covered with soft duvets, mine purple and Jessy’s light blue. Both had tiny pull over tables with inbuilt lamps and cup holders. They were kinda cute.

The room was still quite small even if it was the largest, only the beds and a medium dressing table each, three doors led from the room, one to a tiny ensuite bathroom and the others small closets.

It was tiny! And we had to live here for eight months!

Jessy got up and left to collect her own luggage, and when she returned I was finished unpacking and she looked even angrier than before!

“Whats wrong?” I asked as she slammed our door and dropped her cases beside the closest dressing table.

“THEM!” she replied bitterly, I didn’t reply for a moment, hoping she would elaborate. “They’re just sat around eating like everything is normal and they aren't wrecking the next eight months of our lives!” Jessy fumed, walking to her closet door and pulling it open, letting it bang against the wall.

I sat down beside the bed on the soft red rug that covered most of the cream carpet.

“Well this sucks.” I said sadly looking around the red painted room.

“Too right it does!” she agreed hanging her final top in the closet and closing the doors. The closets just about fit our supply of clothes but it was close. We shoved the cases under the bottom bunk and started setting up our makeup on our dressing tables. Mine was closest to the door, black polished metal with a round mirror, 2 small drawers and tiny 4 jewelry hooks. Jessy’s was white wood with a big square mirror and 1 long draw along the length, she set up her own jewellery box on the edge.

We had just finished our silent organising session when a knock came at the door.

“Hello? Girls are you in there? We need to talk to you.”

Liam?

Written by @HopeHummelAnderson

Liam POV

I walked up to the girls’ room, feeling the sweat seeping through my palms. I was extremely nervous. Us boys didn’t like it much that we had to share the tour with a couple girls, mainly because when Simon told us, it sounded like he admired these two girls a lot. And that Jessy character was mysterious. The way she threatened Zayn, and it had seemed as though she had actually meant it scared the living crap out of me.

The boys and I had talked it over, and we all agreed we should at least try to get along with the girls. After all, we’d be with them for the next eight months. Zayn had begrudgingly agreed. I’m sure that he hated Jessy as much as she seemed to hate him. I found it almost amusing actually.

Once Simon had let us know that we were going on tour with R&J, I had taken time to look up their music. They only had one song, but it was so incredible. I felt nervous, maybe these girls would sweep us away, and make the fans like them more than they liked us.  

I knocked on the door, and called out, “Hello? Girls, are you in there? We need to talk to you.”

Jessy popped her head out of the room. “What do you need to talk to us about?”

I gulped. I’d rather talk to Roxy than Jessy. Jessy was a little more scarier than Roxy. Roxy actually seemed nice, and not willing to kill us, like Jessy.

“I’d rather speak to both of you with the rest of the boys present,” I gulped again, feeling extremely nervous.

“Whatever,” Jessy grumbled, poking her head back into the room. A couple seconds later, she reappeared with Roxy in tow.

I walked out into the kitchen, where the boys were sitting at the booth-like table. Well, Niall, Louis, and Harry were sitting at the table. Zayn was by the drawers, standing and glaring at the two girls.

“Hello,” Lou jumped up, trying his best to be nice. “I’m Louis Tomlinson, but I bet you already knew that.” He held out his hand.

Jessy gave him an evil glare, and just ignored his hand. However, Roxy looked a little torn, as though she wasn’t sure what to do.

She settled with standing by Jessy, staring cooly at the rest of the boys. Her glare wasn’t as hard, or as mean, as Jessy’s. I smiled at her, and she gave me an awkward smile back.

“What did you want?” Jessy demanded.

“Well,” Harry said, trying to look Jessy in the eyes, but he seemed a little skittish. I didn’t blame him either, not after her threatening Zayn. “You see, we have an interview tomorrow morning on a radio station.”

“So?” Jessy demanded. I really wasn’t sure I liked her tone right now. She seemed uptight, and rude. Would it really be possible to work with them for eight months?

“Well, by we, I meant that all seven of us,” Harry continued. “Will you be ready? Do you need any pointers on how to act?”

“We’ve had interviews before,” Jessy snapped.

“Jessy,” Roxy cautioned. “What she means is that we can handle it ourselves.” Her voice sounded stiff though, as though she didn’t really want to be talking with us either.

“Oh,” Harry looked a little startled. He had probably been expecting the girls to be a little more polite. Actually, I think we all were. I don’t think any of us were expecting, well Jessy. Roxy wasn’t that bad, after all, she didn’t go picking fights with us, but Jessy was incredibly rude. Especially the whole threatening tone she took whenever she spoke to one of us. I wondered what made her like that.

Written by @ZaynMalikGal4Life