Fallen || n.h.

Chapter 8

Niall's POV:

I wake up before everyone else so I slide quietly off the bunk and pad into the small kitchen area of the bus. I search through the cabinets and finally find the coffee creamer. I click the button on the coffee maker and look out the window. I see long fields, out stretching as far as the horizon. In the distance are some small houses, but other than that, from what I can tell we are in the middle of no where.

The machine beeps and I walk over to pour myself a cup. I pour a bit of creamer in and take a sip. It's bitter, but it's all we have. As I walk back over to the window, Jenna walks in. She looks perfect, even with somewhat messy hair and sweatpants with a baggy shirt on. She smiles at me sleepily.

" Goodmorning " she says.

" Morning. " I smile back. She reaches for a cup.

" It's quite bitter. " I say.

She shrugs her shoulders and pours a cup anyways. I chuckle at her and glance back out the window.

" Where are we? " she says quietly, joining me.

I shake my head. " No clue. "

We watch the countryside pass by in silence as we each sip on our bitter coffee.

Soon, Liam and Zayn are awake. They come in without a word and turn on the TV. It's on the news.

"... and today, we will follow the story of one girl who's dreams came true. Join us today at 5:00 to see the story of Jenna Black "

It closes to a commercial and Jenna stares at the screen. I look over at Zayn and Liam and they are both staring back at me with the same confused look that I'm sure I wear.

Finally after a long silence, Jenna says;

" Did you know? " she looks between the three of us.

I shake my head and Liam does the same. Zayn mumbles a simple " no " and changes the channel. She looks at the floor.

I slide my arm around her waist and pull her closer to me.

" What's wrong? " I whisper.

" I don't know if people will like me " she whispers back, frowning.

I shake my head " Of course they'll like you. What's not to like about you?? "

She buries her head into my neck, hiding her face.

" Just the amount of hate that everyone's past girlfriends have had. Kind of like Danielle and stuff "

I shake my head again, but don't say anything, because she is right. The hate that Elanour and Louis get us horrible, and I remember Liam and Danielle. I feel her pull away from me as she walks to the bathroom.

I frown at the floor.

" It's okay Niall. " Liam says quietly.

" It doesn't matter what anyone says, as long as you love her and she loves you, nobody else's opinion matters. "

I look up at him. I smile a little.

" Thanks, I guess " Liam's knowledge never fails to amaze me. I get up to put my cup in the sink. I decide to let Jenna have some space, and head up to the cabin of the bus.

" Where are we? " I ask the driver.

" Almost to the airport. From there, you'll go to New York. "

I nod and rejoin the boys in the lounge type area. Louis has awaken and sits next to me. I can tell he is wondering about Jenna, but he doesn't say anything.

Jenna's POV:

I get up to go to the bathroom before I break down. It hit me like a bullet, the amount of hate and dislike I will get from the fandom. I hadn't had time to think about it. The crowd at the hotel seemed to love me, but there where only about 100 girls there. The fandom has so many people you can't count, and I bet most of them will hate me.

I slide down the wall so I am sitting on the floor. I bring my knees up to my chest and rest my head on my knees. I don't fight the warm tears that streak down my face.

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Soon after I finally calm down, I wash my face and decide to put on some clothes. I grab a tank top and some shorts out of my suitcase and head to the bathroom.

I lock the door and slip my clothes on. I take a look in the mirror. " Wow " I think, " I look decent ". I smile at my reflection and pull my hair into a side ponytail.

I stuff my pajamas back into my suit case and rejoin Niall. Finally, all the boys are awake and are doing there own little things. Liam, Zayn and Louis are playing some type of card game, Niall is on the couch where I left him, and Harry is playing on his phone.

I peek over Harry's shoulder and realize that he isn't playing a game, but texting someone. Immediatly I realize it's Amanda's phone number. I try to muffle my gasp and cough as I sit beside Niall.