The Recording Studio (A Harry Styles Love Story)

Not A Normal Interview

(Jenna's Point Of View)

I was sitting in my bunk on the tour bus, it was two in the morning and I was supposed to be asleep. I have school early in the morning and it is chemistry. The bitchy teacher has us tomorrow and I just don't know if I can deal with her. It has been a week since Niall's birthday. Everything was going fine. Emily and Niall are officially going out. He asked her after he ate his cake on his birthday, I missed it of course because I was having some alone time with my boyfriend. Harry and I have been dating for almost three weeks. So about one week until a month. We are going strong and we have not had a fight since that one before Six Flags. Julia and Justin have been dating for a month and almost a week. They are so cute and he is so protective over her, actually he is protective over all of us girls. He has known Julia and I the longest so he is mostly protective of us the most. He always eyes Harry and I glare at him because he thinks Harry will hurt me. I don't think he will. He does not act like he ever will. He is probably nicest guy I have ever met and he is nothing like Adam, which is a good thing. I love him so much, it is indescribable. Some people might say "Your crazy, your 14. You don't know what love is." They are wrong. I do know what love is. It is something Harry and I have. El and Louis are still going strong, along with Dani and Liam. Zayn and Kelly are still doing great, they have been fighting more than usual but not a lot. Heather has been talking to Josh a lot lately and I think a little spark is forming between them. He does flirt with me. A lot. But I ignore it. I don't think Harry or Heather knows and I just like to keep it to myself. I don't want to start anything. It is good that way. I side as I pushed my chemistry homework aside and stared at the wall ahead of me. I hate school. I am doing good in English, Art, and History. But math and chemistry just don't seem to like me. Zac is failing me for obvious reasons. I mean he is actually failing me. I have an F-. An F-! If my mom finds out, she will take me right off of this tour. Then again, I have not heard from her in forever. Or my dad. They haven't said anything since that day my dad kicked me out. I don't get why. Don't they love me? Care about me? I just don't understand why they are being so stubborn. Mostly my dad. I just don't think he likes Harry. He doesn't like the idea of me dating an older guy. He doesn't want to accept the fact that I am growing up. He has to but wont. He wont even call me. I tried to call him the other night, balling my eyes out. He didn't answer. I don't know what I did to deserve this. Harry keeps saying its his fault but its not. Its not anyone's fault. My dad just doesn't want to accept the fact that his baby is growing up. He is stubborn. He can't help it. I just want to know that I have them to count on. I can't. I shook the horrible thoughts out of my head and jumped out of my bunk trying not to wake the girls. I walked over to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of milk. I usually don't drink milk, it has a bitter taste but it makes me tired and I just want to fall asleep.

"What are you still doing up?" I was startled by someone sitting on the couch. I turned to see Allison sitting there, reading a magazine. Magazines. I hate them. They caused my dad to find out about the tour and Harry.

"I should ask you the same thing." I sipped my drink. She shook her head and put the magazine down as she stood up.

"Listen brat, I have to deal with you seven girls everyday. I don't need your sass. Go to bed. Now." I raised my eyebrows.

"Seven?"

"Yes. I am responsible for Eleanor and Danielle too."

"Not really. They are adults."

"18 is not an adult." She rolled her eyes.

"Who cares about your opinion." I scoffed at her. She slapped me. I stood there holding my face, mouth hanging open.

"You just hit me!"

"I noticed." She grinned and walked out of the parked bus and went to her portable trailer behind the bus. I can not believe she just hit me. The sting reminded me of the time Tony first hit me. I shivered at the memories and went into the freezer to grab and ice pack before it started to swell up. She hit me pretty hard and I am praying there will not be a bruise. If Harry see's he will get worried. If he gets worried then he stresses. If he stresses he and can't concentrate. If he can't concentrate, he wont be able to attend interviews, concerts, signings, photo shoots, and more. That's why I hardly tell him anything. I don't want him to worry. I grabbed the ice pack and put it on the spot she hit me. It was on the top of my cheek, right underneath my left eye. I sat on the couch an took out my phone. While I wait for it to numb, I am going to tweet to some fans. Yes that's right. I have fans now. Not directioners. 4everiners. They made there own fan name for our dancing group. It is cute. I liked it a lot and I try to follow as many as possible.