Falling Apart - One Direction fanfic

Chapter One - You Did What!?

Jessica's P.O.V

"Ugh..." I rubbed my eyes as I rolled onto my back. My head was killing me, what happened last night? Oh yeah...the party. My party. I tried to stand up but fell right back into the bed. I hid my face in my hands as I tried to remember what I did to get this hangover. Night out to celebrate my birthday...my 19th birthday...wow, I'm old. A fight...I fought with Jer. We broke up, I think. "Oh no." I moaned. I slapped him across his face and Trish poured her drink over him. Twat, he deserved it. Cheater. Suddenly my phone started ringing. I reached out and grabbed my shitty blackberry from the nightstand. 

"Jess? Is that you Jessica!?" 

"Mornin' mum." I groaned. 

"Morning!? Jess, it's 2 in the afternoon!" She yelled. "You were supposed to be here for breakfast remember?" 

"Fuck. Mum, I'm sorry. I just got up..." I bit my lip as I waited for her rant. 

"Rough night eh?" I started tearing up as the memories of Jer's words started coming back to me. 

"I dumped him mum." I sobbed. 

"You did!? Finally. Sweetie, he doesn't deserve you. I'm happy for you." Wow, thanks mum. She's never liked Jeremy, she blames him for my shitty life. She says he's had me wrapped around his finger for 3 years now. She believes it's his fault I dropped out of school, moved, haven't got a job...and all the other bad things that have happened to me. She's kind of right though, hate to admit it. Me and Jer have been fighting a lot for the past few months and to break up feels right.

"Mhm. Mum, my head hurts." I whined. 

"Guess what?" She ignored me, she hates the fact that I drink as much as I do. 

"What?" I muttered. Probably another one of her attempts to get me back home. 

"I signed you up for a job interview." She exclaimed. 

"You did what!?" My eyes widened as I flew up from the bed. Bad idea, I fell right on my bum. 

"Yes Jess, a job! Assisting fashion stylist. Doesn't that sound exciting!? I thought since you love fashion so much you might aswell make a living out of it." I was speechless, I didn't know what to say. "And it'll help you get over that Jeremy guy. It'll be good for you Jessica. It also involves a lot of traveling." 

"No." I don't want a job. 

"It's worth a try, come on Jess. The interview is at 5 o'clock in a small shop. Give it a try, you might even enjoy it. Do it for me." Great, she's playing the 'I'm so dissapointed in you please get out of your bed and do something with your life' card. 

"Fine." I muttered. "Wait, what!? 5!? That's in 3 hours mum!" She's crazy if she thinks I'll make it. 

"It's not a fashion show Jess, just put some trousers, trainers and a shirt on." She chuckled. "Now hurry, I'll text the adress to you. Love you darling." 

"Love you. Oh and mum...thanks." I muttered sarcastically. She just laughed and hung up. Great, now I actually have to do something today. I was planning on sitting in the whole day and eat ice cream. "Time to get up then..." I stumbled to the bathroom and managed to take an aspirin. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had dark circles under my eyes and it looked like I was on drugs. My hair was a complete mess, it was all over the place. I didn't smell that good either. I had no choice but to take a shower. It would probably sober me up a bit too.

I took a last look in the mirror. My wavy light brown hair was glowing, I love the fact that it's grown so long! I adjusted my boobs, I don't want to look like a slag in this bandeau and these shorts. My favourite studded shorts and the bandeau from Topshop. Then I spotted my cardigan in the closet. Perfect. It completed the look and looked great with my wedges. Now I was ready for the interview. Oh no. I quickly pulled up my phone. 20 minutes left!? I rushed out of my flat, fumbled with the keys and almost ran down the streets of London. I knew exactly where the shop was, otherwise I would've been screwed. I kept looking at the time as I was making my way through the city. 10 minutes. 9 minutes. 6 minutes. 4 minutes. I stepped inside and was met by a girl, probably my age. She gave me a disgusted glare. Guess she's the one I'm fighting over the job with.