Finally Unbroken (a 1D fanfic)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

*Jessi's POV*

It had been a few weeks since Niall had first texted me, and I was starting to think he'd forgotten about me. He bugged me for 3 or 4 days, constantly trying to get me to go to coffee with him, but when he realised that I wouldn't go, I think finally gave up. Even though I had turned him down and made it very clear that I had no intention of ever going to coffee with him, I couldn't stop thinking about him and it started to annoy me.

I hadn't told Max that I had turned Niall down hundreds of times, because I knew that Max would text him on my behalf and except. Whenever Max brought Niall up in conversation, I changed the conversation topic. Although he was brilliant, there were times when I wish I lived on my own.. His excuse was that he wanted me to have a boyfriend so that when he got a girlfriend we would be able to go on double dates. It sounded like hell.

I was once again enjoying my Friday off work sitting at home watching reruns of Friends - which was undoubtedly the best show ever. I didn't really have other friends apart from Max - the more friends you have, the more you start to care, and the more you start to care, the more you get hurt - so it seemed better to keep friendships to a minimum. I missed having the company of a girl - someone who wouldn't complain about days spent shopping and someone you could talk about guys too, but Max did a pretty good job.

I started to doze off in front of the TV, but was suddenly awoken when my phone started to ring. My droopy eyes managed to read the caller ID as 'Maxipoo' so I decided to ignore the call and go back to sleep. A few seconds after I had rejected the call, the house phone started to ring so I was forced to move from the sofa and to go and pick it up.

"J, good, you're awake. It's Max, but you knew that. Make yourself look pretty. We're going out clubbing at Mocha with the guys from work. I'll pick you up in an hour. No excuses." and he hung up before I could even begin to argue back. I was kind of glad that Max was so forceful with his plans sometimes - I had spent the day alone and I needed to get out. I ran up the stairs and into my room, swinging open the door to my walk-in-wardrobe and smiled.

After 10 minutes of looking, I decided on a high neck black bodycon dress because I was in that sort of mood. I realised that I only had about 45 minutes until Max would pick me up, so I hastily got into the dress I had picked out. I then faced the impossible task of picking out shoes to go with the dress. I knew I wanted to go with heels, but I was unsure whether to go for black, or for a different colour. Eventually, I chose gold heels and picked out some gold bangles and a chunky gold necklace to match the heels. I then straightened my hair and clipped a small section from each side back, so that it was out of my face. I applied MAC foundation to my skin and used concealer to mask some of my freckles before applying eyeliner, gold eyeshadow to match my heels and some mascara. I finally put some red lipstick on and glanced in the mirror, nodding at myself in approval.

I had finished getting ready just in time, as I heard the front door open and Max run into his room

"J, I'M JUST CHANGING. YOU BETTER BE READY" he yelled. I chuckled quietly to myself, I could just picture him coming home to pick me up and me lying on the sofa in my pyjamas having not moved all day.

I made my way downstairs and waited for him by the front door. For a change, it was me waiting for him and not the other way round so I gave him a disapproving look when he finally came downstairs.

"It took you 10 minutes, to what, change your shirt? Honestly Max, I've been waiting here all day."

I shot him a cheeky grin before walking out the door.

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We'd only been at the club for about half an hour, and Max was already gone.

When we arrived, we'd met up with the others from work - including Ray and his sister, Fran. Half of our group were like Max - already completely out of their minds - and the other half were well on their way. I was well on my way. I couldn't begin to count the amount of shots I had had..

My mind wasn't working properly, words could barely come out of my mouth and I couldn't walk without help. I looked like a mess. But i wanted to lose myself for one night, if only to forget that face which never seemed to disappear.

And that was when I heard a familiar deep Irish-accent.

And that was when I saw him.

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