Hired |N.H|

-Chapter 11

I woke up the next morning, groggy and tired from the broken sleep I had gotten the night before. Niall was still ringing around in my head and I just couldn't seem to get him out all night no matter how hard I had tried. At least the bus had stopped moving. 

Everyone else was gone to work on the album so it was just me on my own again. I decided not to touch Niall's laptop this time. I don't want to start another fight with him. It's hard enough on here, I don't need drama with him too. 

I went to the kitchen and made myself some toast. Usually their chef makes them something but he wasn't here now and I just wanted toast anyways. After I had my toast I decided I would actually make myself look presentable today, something I hadn't done these past few days due to lack of inspiration. I have nothing to get dressed up for so what's the point anyways. I kind of want to look nice for Niall anyways. I don't want him thinking I am some rough looking city girl. 

I put on a pair of skinny jeans, a floral print t-shirt and a pink cardigan. I then curled my hair seeing as I had plenty of time and I even had time to do my makeup all nice. I applied eyeliner, mascara, blusher, I even filled in my eyebrows a little but I still looked natural, nothing too extreme. 

Once I was finished, I looked in the mirror and I felt proud of myself, I actually felt pretty for once. 

I was sitting on the couch when I heard the door open and a clatter of footsteps. It was obviously the boys back. A few minutes later I heard my name being shouted. "Jenny." The voice growled. Niall.

"What?" I asked him as I walked to the bathroom door where he was. 

"What the fuck is this mess?" He shouted at me. I looked at the sink and there was a few bits of brown powder in it, which would have easily washed away if he had bothered to turn on the tap. 

"What mess?" I asked him. 

"You have your shitty fucking makeup all over this fucking place not to mention your clothes are lying all over the place down in the fucking room." I looked down to where the bunks were. I had one pair of shorts lying on the floor where as Niall had a massive piles of clothes scattered all over the floor. 

"You have more mess than me." I pointed out. 

"No, I fucking don't. You are only here a few days and you're already making so much fucking mess, I have to fucking live with you you know, the least you could do is clean up after your fucking self." Niall yelled at me. His eyebrows furrowed and his fists balled at his sides. 

"Niall, I have one pair of shorts on the floor and look." I said, turning on the tap so all traces of makeup vanished. 

"That's not my fucking point, you should have done that earlier before I had a chance to give out to you about it, now go clean up your fucking shit in the room." He shouted at me. 

"Um, not until you clean yours which is a lot more." I snapped back. 

"Don't you be getting fucking cheeky on me, you can't tell me what to do you fucking piece of shit, I hired you, you'll do as I say." He bellowed. 

"Actually Michael hired me, not you." I pointed out. 

"I hired you as my fucking girlfriend and you'll do as I fucking say no go clean up your fucking mess before I fucking do something about it."

"What will you do about it?" I asked him, actually growing suddenly scared. 

"Oh Jenny, poor sweet Jenny. I'm riich, I can do whatever the fuck I want about it."  He replied with an evil smirk. I shuddered at his use of tone. His voice almost mocking.