Jess's POV:
I woke up, the sun glaring through the curtains. I was disorientated for a moment, but then I realised where I was. My mind recalled the events last night: Louis's amazing cooking, the necklace (which I hadn't taken off and never wanted to) and just being with Louis. I had slept all night in Louis's strong arms, him never letting me go and me the same. I turned over and just at that same time, Louis's blue eyes fluttered open, as if he was waiting for me to wake up. I smiled at him and he grinned back. I felt his strong arms around me and he was pulling me into a warm, embracing hug. I hugged him back. I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips. I rolled over to check the time and the red, digital numbers glared back at me. 11:00am! I felt my eyes go wide as I jumped out of bed, much to Louis's protest!
"What is it babe?"
"Its 11:00am!" I screeched!
Louis eyebrow raised, as if asking me what that meant.
"Practice?" I asked
Louis's eyes grew wider and he jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom.
"Louis! I need to go in there more than you!" I screamed
Louis's head peeped out and I took the opportunity to push the door open and fling him out. But Louis was too fast and he grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder. I kicked his chest and pummelled his back, screaming as he carried me to the bedroom. When we got there, he shoved me down on the bed and he belly flopped. I was to quick though. I rolled out of the way whilst Louis face planted the mattress! I climbed on top him and threw my hands in there air:
"I WON!" I glared at him, waiting for him to admit defeat!
"Alright, I admit it you have won!"
I grinned at him, happy that I had finally won. Suddenly, Louis's arms were around me and pulling me down so I was lying on top of him. He soft lips were planted onto mine and we were kissing passionately. At this moment in time, practice was at the back of my mind...
Louis's POV:
Having a little play time with Jess was fun, but it also made us an hour late. We really had tried to rush, but it just wasn't going to happen. By the time we had arrived, everyone had ran through all the dances and all the songs which we were going to do at the concert. Jess had dragged me through the door, making a loud bang as the door had flung open. So much for a suttle entrance... Robert was so mad with us that he couldn't actually tell us off. The rest of the band didn't seem to notice because as soon as Jess was engulfed in her group of friends, the rest of the lads were asking me questions. They didn't get far as Robert had demanded we go from the top, making sure we did as if we were really performing it to thousands of screaming girls. Numerous times, Zayn messed up his part and the rest of the band was starting to feel like as if something was wrong. It was about the fifth time that Zayn had messed up when he ran out of the room. It was so sudden, nobody really saw it. Robert was on the way to bubble up and spill so I offered to go and see him.
"I will," said Jess, coming over and kissing me on the cheek.
"Ok babe."
I watched as Jess power walked out of the room to go and find Zayn.
Zayn's POV:
I heard footsteps just as Jess appeared in front of me. Normally, I would've been embarrassed to have someone see me cry, but I didn't mind, I just carried on. I was surprised when Jess sat down next to me and put her arm around me.
"What's up Zayn?" she whispered
I shook my head, not wanting to spill. Somewhere in my mind, I knew that if I kept the emotions stacked up in my brain, something bad will come out of it. So I told Jess everything. Right from picking Gemma up from her house, to the moment I had thrown the necklace at her. All the time, Jess just listened, didn't interrupt, just listened. At the end, Jess stood up and held out her hand.
"Come on Zayn, there'll be other girls, Gemma doesn't deserve your tears," she said whilst brushing away the tears.
I smiled at her and we stood up.
"Are you ready to face Robert?" asked Jess
I pulled a face but nodded my head. Jess started walking and I followed her right into the room. Nobody stared at us, nobody looked, everyone just carried on. That was the way I liked it. But, having that talk with Jess really made me more confident. I felt... like a new Zayn and when it came to my singing parts, I belted them out (tunefully of course), not like my usual self. Jess was right, Gemma really didn't deserve my tears.
