You okay, little miss? {A Jacob Skelton Fanfic}

~Worse.~

22/12/13 Exams are over! :)

Jacob's P.O.V.

'The plan is easy. We'll do some shoots, post lots of pictures, introduce you guys to the fans. In return they'll do just as we've planned. They'll love you guys as well.' A tall man, standing at almost the whole other side of the table, held his glass up high and then stated proudly: To the fans!

I smiled and followed the rest their actions, heaving my glass and repeating the man's sentence.

I didn't know him but I guess he was from management.

We all stood still as Harry pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the, may I say so, important moment.

When I sank back in my chair and took a look around, I sighed happily yet still overwhelmed. I was just me, and they were them. Famous, well-known, popular, whatever you want to call it and hearing from the guy's long speech before his toast, we would be soon as well.

I now finally understand why they picked me though. Because I'm likeable. Even I must admit there are guys out there who look just like Harry, more than I look like him. At first, I had thought those guys had declined or something even though I couldn't quite imagine that myself, but apparently I'm likeable.

They looked alot of people up and I was already very liked by the fans before all of this. So they chose me, seeing great things in the future for me, or so they've said.

My attention was brought back when the food arrived. Great, I was starving!

It looked really delicious and I almost immediately started eating after everyone's plate was served.

I really hope the fans would like me though.

I know they did before but now it's official, I feel like it could only get worse.

Lilly's P.O.V.

This couldn't get worse.

"The same reason you let Jacob do it. Love."

She was right. She was so right.

I've known from the start he was danger. I knew from the start I shouldn't have let him in. But I did, I put us all in danger.

But I didn't got a freaking baby!

I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts. It's not like she did it on purpose. I can hardly imagine someone would agree on doing something like that. For all I know Phil might've raped her in the room next to me.

A flash of guilt hit me as terrible things came to my mind. She obviously hadn't chosen for it and I scold her all the time for the things she actually can't help. And when she tries to be nice to me I keep being mean to her for no reason. No good reason that is. I know I did it because I wanted her to dislike me just like I had disliked her... I'm such a fuck up.

Before I realise that I'm doing it, I'm on my feet and start walking back out of my room, into the hallway and back to the place where I basically nearly killed a person. Not physically but mentally. I could only imagine how much influence my words must've had on her to finally make her break... I'm terrible.

My hand reached up to softly knock on her wooden bedroom door. Little footsteps were the only things heard through the house and that's how I knew Emmalin was in there. My thoughts quickly getting confirmed as she opened the door and gave me a displeased look.

'I don't want you to hurt mummy even more.' She looked as if it pained her to tell me off, after all she still must love me. But I understood why she didn't want me in the same room with the person she loves the most and whom I hurted so badly in just a matter of time.