Someone Like You

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

"What's wrong?" Cara cocked her head to the side with a face of confusion and worry. Holding up a finger to say 'Hold on' I hit the answer button with my thumb. 

"Hello?" My voice was a bit shaky, nervous about what Charlotte would say.

"Hey Jenna.." She sighed into the phone. I started talking but she interrupted me, "I miss talking to you. I don't like how we haven't talked in a month." She admitted. Turning away from Cara giving her a slight smile and holding up a finger again, i mouthed "one sec". Cara nodded and started searching through the racks again. 

"Same here." My pointer finger plugged my other ear so I could hear her better. "I missed you too." I speak into the phone. 

"What have you been up to?" She starts casually, but at that moment Cara was flooded with about 6 people asking for pictures. 

"Oh uh, it kinda a bad time, can I call you back?" 

"Yeah sure." She said but I heard slight disappointment in her voice. 

"JENNA GATES?" Someone shouted from behind me.

"I have to go bye!" I hung up quickly, and I was engulfed in people asking for my autograph and picture. 

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My popularity had grown from not only being a supermodel but also dating a member from one of the most famous boy bands on the planet. I sometimes saw my face in People magazines which people gobbled up, and I was in Vogue and Teen Vogue, along with Seventeen and more. Sometimes my face was plastered on an add or my name was mentioned in an article. I didn't mind all the attention, and I didn't change who I was as a person. Still stopping to talk to people and take pictures, I loved doing that. 

I called Charlotte back that night. 

"Hello?" 

"Hey Char, told you I would call you back." I grinned but of course she couldn't see. 

She laughed "I didn't doubt you. So what have you been doing what have I missed?" I told her everything, reuniting with Niall, meeting Cara, ect. 

"Wow, you met Cara Delevingne?! That's amazing! Do you think you could introduce me?" It was my turn to laugh now. 

"Yeah that's no problem, next time is three are in the same place we could have a girls night out." Sitting back on the bed Niall walked in the room in only his sweatpants. I silently blew him a kiss sillily. He pretended to catch it and put it on his butt, I giggled. 

Charlotte told me about how she hadn't talked to Harry yet and wasn't planning on it. She also said that she wasn't mad at me any longer, she now understood that the kiss was forced not given. We talked for about another half hour until I told her I should get to bed. Our call ended. 

"Talking to Charlotte again I see." Niall commented as he rolled into bed. 

"Yeah, she called me earlier today when I was out with Cara." I told him. 

A simple "oh" left his lips and he pulled me into a hug. We cuddled in the bed, silently falling to sleep. I missed this. 

Later in the week, I had a shoot and interview for LOVE magazine. Getting really excited I ran down the back stairs of the hotel instead of taking the elevator. I was to cool for the elevator. LOVE was one of my favorite magazines simply because of the name. Love. Probably one of my favorite words. 

When I heard LOVE wanted to work with me I was ecstatic. 

Running around another turn in the stairwell I tripped and fell. I tumbled down the cement steps, every part if my body bashing into it. My scream echoed up and down the space, but no one heard. Blood running out the corner of my mouth I checked to see if I had all my teeth, all still there, I just bit my cheek really hard. Wiping the blood away, I laid on the floor, my head still spinning. 

"Uugh" I groaned my shaky hand finding the spot that hurt the most on my head and covering it. Shit. I was fucked up. Pushing myself off the floor I stood, but immediately fell again. A searing pain went through my ankle. Tears ran down my face as I screamed for help. Then I remembered I had a phone and I could call someone. 

As if an instinct, I called Niall. 

"Hey, babe." He answered casually. 

"Niall help me." I cried into the phone, gripping my ankle which was twisted funny. 

"What's wrong?!" He asked urgently. 

"I-I fell down the steps. Something's wrong with my ankle." At that moment my head hurt more than ever and every thing started spinning, I groaned and more tears spilled down my cheeks. 

"Where are you?" He asked quickly. 

"Th-the stairwell of the hotel... Come quick.." I mumbled before everything went black.