Chasing the Sun (1D)

Chapter 7: i'm Sam

Chapter 7: I'm Sam

Alira’s POV

‘JENNA, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PACKING!?’ i yelled at her, poking my head out the door. 

It’s Friday night, two days from the day i dropped off Louis at their hotel. We were both agitatedly packing for the trip to Manly with the boys. We were both worrying. I completely forgot about this and I didn’t think about it until now. I spent the last two days going down to the police station telling them what Blake’s doing, why he was doing it etcetc. It was exhausting. They even called Louis up once, the poor kid. He didn’t have to be dragged into this. 

‘COME HERE AND I’LL SHOW YOU!’ she yelled with equal volume. I ran into her room and saw clothes, bikinis, shoes and underwear all spread out on her bed and floor. Her suitcase sat in the middle of the bed, half empty.

‘There’s nothing in there!’ I bolted across the room to her wardrobe and as I did that I felt a sheering pain in my ribs.

‘Aw, fuck!’ I yelled and i ended up into a ball on the floor.

‘Oh, shit, Ali are you okay?’ Jenna ran to my aid and I sat up gasping. I shouldn’t have ran. My ribs are aching! 

‘It’s- breath- okay. I- breath- just ran- breath- too much’ I huffed out. It still hurt and i was gasping in air. 

‘You’re an idiot for running! Are you sure you’re okay for tomorrow?’ she asked with so much concern, it’s ridiculous.

‘Don’t be ridiculous, Jenna. I would be going to this if I had cancer and I was dying next week.’ 

‘What a true directioner.’

‘I’m not sure that’s it...’ i murmured. Jenna’s eyes widened.

‘What?’ I finally said after a minutes’ silence.

‘Nothing..’ she said back. And we went through our first awkward silence. 

I walked out the room and into mine. I just grabbed three dresses, 2 pairs of shorts, 4 tops and i grabbed two pairs of bikinis. Rule number one of packing, always bring extra clothes.  

Zayn’s POV

I was pretty stoked about this weekend. For the past three days all I could think of was Jenna. She’s a beauty, she is. I want to get to know her. So goddamn badly. It’s weird because i never knew I’d feel this way about a fan. Yes, i love all my fans. And sometimes a few girls stand out. But this one, she literally shines. She just has these blue eyes that stand out because of her brown hair. She has the sweetest smile and she’s one adorable little girl. She’s like 5’1 and I’m like 5’9, she’s so small even with heels on. I haven’t seen her since tuesday but i remember every single detail of her appearance. 

I literally have never felt like this about a girl. My bag was already packed and we already sorted out the cars and stuff. We’re just going to take an orange Volkswagen van to the jetty then we hired this yacht-like boat to go to Manly. 

‘Hey, Louis. Do you have my black beanie?’ I heard Harry ask Lou in front of my doorway. It’s been slightly awkward between them ever since Alira dropped Lou off. I don’t know what happened, neither does the boys but it’s something serious. They’re been talking to each other so formally and Lou hasn’t been joking around about Larry Stylinson anymore. The boys and I are getting quite worried but we don’t really want to get into it. The last time we did, they got mad because they wanted to sort it out themselves. But I swear, this time’s different.

‘Um, no I don’t. Ask Niall, maybe?’ Lou replied in an equal formal tone. Harry walked off to go find Niall. 

I walked over to Louis with a tell-me-what’s-going-on expression on my face.

‘Don’t bother, Zayn.’ he replied straight off and walked away. This needs to end. Now.

Louis’ POV

I walked into my room and continued to pack. Honestly, I miss Harry. I miss talking to him. i miss being his best friend. But ever since that day he just won’t talk to me.

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‘You and Ali’ Harry said on a serious note.

I was shocked, i mean we haven’t talked to Ali properly. And i never thought it would bother him if i went to her house. 

‘Haz..’ I started to say. But what was i going to say? I don’t know. I mean, i can’t say im sorry. Because, honestly, theres nothing to be sorry about. 

‘Well?’ He said. 

‘I don’t know what to say. I mean, what’s wrong about me and Ali?’ 

‘I just... It’s not fair that you got to spend a whole night with her before any of us.’

‘Harry, I was just going to drop by and say hi.’

‘No, Lou. You were going to do more than that, You were going to talk to her and get to know her before us. It’s unfair, Lou.’ 

‘It doesn’t matter to the rest of the boys. Why do you care so much?’

‘Because I...’ He just stared at me then walked off. He walked out the door, telling Liam he’ll be back. I was just shocked. He can’t just walk off and not say anything. But he did.

~

I finally finished packing and I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. I sat down with a cup of juice and began tapping away on my phone. I checked twitter and scrolled through my mentions. Until one stood out. 

@itsjennabitch: @Louis_Tomlinson. I need to talk to you about Alira. 

I was already following her so I dm’d her. 

@Louis_Tomlinson: what’s wrong, Jen?

@itsjennabitch: this would be better over the phone. Can you call me? my number is: xxxx-xxx-xxx

I called her up straight away.

‘Jenna, what’s wrong with Alira?’ i asked with obvious concern in my voice.

‘Someone texted her a death threat.’ Jenna had a croaky voice, it sounded like she’s been crying or screaming.

‘What? What did it say?’ 

‘it said: “I’m coming for you and your boyfriend”’ 

‘Boyfriend, what?’ I asked and I immediately got a little picture in my head of us being together.

‘I don’t know either because she doesn’t have one but Ali’s scared shitless. But you can’t know that. I only told you because i heard that you’ll always protect her. I need you now, Lou.’ 

‘I will, Jenna. I’ll protect her.’

‘Good.’ with that she hung up. 

I walked into the living room and all the boys’ heads snapped up. They obviously know something’s going on. I decided to tell them so they could help me.

‘Someone sent Ali death threats.’ I said with a scared tone. All of the boys’ figures went rigid. 

‘What?’ Harry croaked out. I looked him in the eye and i saw a horrified look in them. 

Just then someone knocked on the door. I walked over to it and opened it.

A girl in her late teens stood in front of me. She was wearing all black, her blonde hair stood out tied up into a high bun on her head. She could be beautiful if she didn’t pack so much make up on.

‘Are you Louis Tomlinson?’ she didn’t have a voice I was expecting. It was a bit too high pitched.

‘Yes, who are you?’ I asked.

‘I’m Sam.’ as she said that she punched me in the jaw and left.