Everything That You Do (A One Direction Fanfic)

Chapter 1: Los Angeles Here We Come

1.

Jenna's P.O.V.

RIIIINNNNG. RIIIIINNNGG. RIIIINNNNNNGGG.

I awoke with a start as my alarm rang furiously. Today was the day. Me and my best friend, Nicole, or Nikki as I called her, were taking a summer trip to Hollywood. We'd been wanting to go since we were in middle school, and, with help from our parents, we'd finally saved up enough money.

It was July the 2nd, and, I might add, hot as hell outside. But, to be honest, I didn't really mind. I loved the feel of the sun on my cheeks. That's why summer was my favorite time of year.

"Jennifer Mitchell! You better start getting ready unless you want to miss your flight!" My mom called from down the hall. I quickly jumped out of bed and checked my phone for any new messages.

You have 6 missed calls from:

Nikki Wilson

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I should've known Nikki would call me. She's always freaking out about everything. Sometimes in a good way, and sometimes in a bad way. Today it was probably a little bit of both.

I decided to wear something casual and comfy, since it was a long flight. Besides, who cares what I look like? It's not like I'm going to know anybody on the plane anyway. I chose my purple sweatshirt and grey long sweatpants.

I walked into my bathroom and performed my usual morning routine. Brushed my teeth. Applied deoderant. Sprayed perfume. Brushed my hair.

As I glanced up at my appearance in the mirror, I took a moment to study my face. I had dark circles beneath my murky green eyes. Probably because I got hardly any sleep the night before. I was way too excited to even consider sleeping. Also, my plump lips were chapped and my skin was dry. But despite the rest of my face, my cheeks were a distinct rose-like color. I quickly splashed some water on my face and applied some concealer for my eyes and chapstick for my lips.

This may sound strange, but I was actually quite content with my appearance. I mean, I wouldn't consider myself beautiful, but I thought that things were decently pretty, if that makes any sense. I had shoulder-length caramel blonde hair with natural brown streaks. I wasn't necessarily short or tall--maybe about 5'6"--and I had a cute figure. Or at least, I thought so.

When I was done getting ready, I grabbed my last minute things and stuffed them in my bag. Practically falling over my suitcase, I raced down the stairs and into the kitchen where my mom was waiting. Apparently she hadn't really put any effort into getting ready either. She was wearing pink shorts that went to her knees, a white T-shirt and purple flip flops. Her thin blond hair obviously hadn't been brushed, and her makeup was sloppy at best.

"Ready to go?" She said, rather unenthusiastically.

"Yep!" I added in the exact opposite tone of voice that she had used.

"Yippee," she moaned. She was clearly exhausted.

"Okay, let's go!" I said in really high voice, which was pretty unusual for me.

Right as she was about to walk out the door, she turned back to me and said, "Please, Jenna, I'm really not in the mood for giddiness at the moment. It is five in the morning for God's sake."

"Sorry . . ." I mumbled, finding it hard not to laugh.

I hurriedly grabbed my luggage and ran out to the car, locking and slamming the front door behind me.

When we arrived at the airport, we checked our luggage and headed over to where the check-in line was, where Nikki and her parents were waiting. When she saw me, she leaped out of her seat.