LOVED YOU FIRST // N.H.

Chapter 16

Jenna's POV 

Since the moment we woke up, we were up on our feet. It was Brooke's birthday today, but she wasn't very happy about it. Me being such a good friend I was, I decided to throw her a surprise birthday party.  After talking to all of our friends, Louis said he'll find a club and rent it for a night, while Zayn offered himself to find us a good DJ. Niall, of course, said he won't come because apparently he ''has too much to work on for an upcoming album''. Call me stupid, but I didn't buy it for a second. Noah and Liam decided to take care of the guest list, so my only job was to bring Brooke on time to the place. 

'' Jenna I swear I'll murder you if you keep asking me to go shopping with you. I'm literally not in the mood for shopping. All I wanna do is stay inside all day and watch Netflix, eating away the fact that I'm getting old. '' I rolled my eyes at her. 

'' Birthday shopping is the best thing you can do on your birthday. Well actually birthday sex is better but since you can't get that, shopping is the next best thing. '' I winked at her while she shook her head at me. 

'' Okay firstly how rude, and secondly fine I'll go. Just let me go change. '' she got up from her safe spot on the couch, making me realise that she was actually still in the PJs made me facepalm.

A few minutes later ( or more like half an hour later) she was finally ready to go. We caught a taxi and we were on our way to the mall. Sometime later, the driver left us in front of the mall. So our first stop at the mall was at the coffee shop since neither one of us has eaten anything or drank coffee so far. After we bought ourselves some bagels and coffee, we were finally ready for real shopping. We were buzzing since it was the first time we're shopping in America. Sephora was our next stop. Realizing I actually forgot to buy Brooke a present, quickly I told her I'll meet her in a few before I disappeared at the other end of the store to find her a perfect gift. I felt like a really bad friend because I forgot to buy her something. Thank God I actually remembered. 

Brooke's POV

Jenna disappeared somewhere at the other end leaving me to shop all alone. Guess it's treat yourself day. After all, it was my birthday, so who can judge me? I started wandering around the store, trying to find something that wasn't way too much expensive. As I was walking, I accidentally bumped into someone. I looked up and all I saw was beautiful sparkly green like forest eyes looking at me.

'' I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going. '' I apologised to the boy while he just smiled back at me.'' It's totally fine. It was mine's fault as well. " he said as he passed by me, going in the opposite way of where I was going. '' Thank you lucky stars.'' I murmured silently, looking up and then continuing to walk around the store, finding myself some new interesting makeup. 

It's been an hour since Jenna and I drifted apart, my anxiety starting to make me think something happened to her. Just as I picked up my phone to call her, someone squealed behind me, scaring the shit out of me. I turned around, seeing some random girl. 

'' Um hi? '' I greet confusedly the girl. The girl completely ignored me and ran up to some random dude in the hoodie. 

'' OH MY GOD!!!! Louis can I have an autograph? '' it was when I realised that my very dear friend Louis Tomlinson was also here. Poor lad softly smiled at the girl and signed her the paper. He also asked her not to reveal that she saw him here. The girl nodded her head before running away. Chuckling, I approached Louis hugging him. '' What in the world are you doing here in Vegas or more specifically in store with makeup? '' he shrugged his shoulders as if it was every day you can see a celebrity male in the store with makeup. Unless you're James Charles or Jeffree Star then it wasn't that common. We chatted for a while and then we found Jenna. As Jenna and I still wanted to buy ourselves some outfits for the rest of our trip, Louis joined us as we thought it'd be nice to have a male opinion on our outfits.