Criminal (1D)

Chapter 9

Jenna pov

It had been two months since we had left Chicago. It had turned from summer to the middle of fall when everything becomes cold. I snuggled into a warm Niall as he slept, my body quivering from the cold since the boys forgot to turn the heater on the night before. I sighed and got up. It was still dark outside, but the sun was beginning to rise. Since the school year already started, and it would be my last year in college, I decided to take an online course so I could still get my degree in nursing and journalism. I had a class this morning so I curled my hair and put on makeup and got dressed. I pulled on some ripped jeans, a long sleeved sweater, a scarf and my tall brown boots. I felt all tumblr today, but in a relaxed kind of way. I stepped outside the tour bus and crossed my arms. We were in Texas now for the boys photo shoot and their interviews. They didn't have a concert until the following week.
I breathed in the frigid air, watching as my breath condensed into fog in the air. I sat down on the steps leading to the tour bus door and took out my phone. The one thing I hadn't changed since I left/was taken from Chicago. I scrolled through my texts. Niall had forced me to buy an expensive program that only allows people who I make contacts to be able to contact me. My mom was asking me how online school was, my sister was asking me about the boys, mainly Niall. And my best friend Emily was telling me how popular I was back at home. I went in to Instagram which had blown up ever since Niall announced me as his girlfriend. Niall was 21 now And my 19th birthday was in three days. I jumped when hands snaked around my head, covering my eyes.
"Guess who." Sleepy Nialls voice was deep and raspy.
"Umm. Selena Gomez?" I joked, earning a sharp laugh from Nialler before he leaned over and kissed my cheek, reading my comments on the photo I just posted of all the lads asleep in their bunks. Their faces were hidden, but their figures stuck out and their hair were ruffled and sticking out in different directions. Niall laughed again and kissed me again.
"Tell me something." He whispered in my ear.
"Tell you what?" I whispered back.
"Tell me anything. Just something about you, that you like."
"I like you."
"I mean other than that." I thought for a moment and smiled.
"I love the smell of the chlorine at public pools and indoor water parks. I don't know why, but I've always loved it." I finally said. Niall moved to sit next to me.
"That's awesome." He said. I smiled and he smiled back.
"So what do you wanna do today love?" He asked. His accent making me smile.
"Well I have a class in an hour which will probably last a few hours. So my morning is full, but my afternoon is wide open." I said.
"We could see a movie, or walk around town and visit the shops. Whatever you want." He said into my neck as he leaned over to me. I turned and kissed the top of his head, breathing in the smell of his shampoo that I loved.
"Whatever your in the mood for. I'm not picky today." I said. Niall laughed.
"Not today eh? Does that mean you'll be picky tomorrow?" He joked. I narrowed my eyebrows into a serious face.
"Oh definitely. I'm not going out tomorrow, and you can't make me!" I ended with a fake pout, crossing my arms and turning away. Nialls long hand gripped my chin softly and turned my face to him. He looked me in the eye and I looked into his for as long as I could before I blushed and looked down. He smiled and leaned down to me once again. His hand lifted my chin and he kissed me. His lips were smooth a soft, but held a sort of roughness to them as they greedily pried at my lips. Then he pulled away and shivered.
"God, it's freezing! How can you stand this?" He asked, his breath forming into mini clouds in front of him. If he wasn't here right now and wasn't bugging me I would probably be back inside, climbing into me and Nialls bunk to curl up under the covers with him. But here we were. Niall got up and tugged me inside. He sat me down on the plush coach and tore off my boots before carrying me to our bunk and tossing me in. He crawled in beside me, pulling closed the privacy curtain before he pulled me to him. His body shook from the cold but so did mine so we lay together, what little body temperature we could create warming us. My phone buzzed against Nialls and my thigh. I went to grab it but Niall was quicker. His hand slipped into my back pocket and pulled it out, answering the phone.
"Jenna's phone." He said. I heard a voice speaking on the other end of the line. Then another, and another. They were screaming and squealing in delight. It was my squad. Or so what they liked to be called. The directioner squad. Niall was smiling like an idiot.
"Good morning girls! This is Niall. Can I take a message for my girlfriend?" He asked. Knowing it made me smile. I heard more screaming, then the phone was passed to me, but since Niall was practically laying on my hands he held the phone to my ear. His long fingers gently brushed my cheek as I spoke into the phone.
"Oh my god! Jenna what the hell!!! Your Nialls girlfriend?!" They screamed, making me recoil for a moment.
"Yes. It's amazing, but do you mind keeping it down? The other lads are still sleeping." I said.
"Oh my god! The others are there?! And why are you saying British words?" They asked. I had noticed all the words I had picked up from the lads since the tour started.
"I've picked it up from the lads." I said. Niall smiled and whispered something to me that I didn't catch.
"Ok well I've gotta to girls. I've got school. Call you later. Love y'all!" I said happily before Niall hung up. He rolled off my hands and allowed me to sit up and fix my loose curls. His hand ran through my curls, earning a slap and a mean glare that turned into a smile as I fixed the curls he ruffled. Then he kissed me and we both left the bunk. The lads emerging to start their days as well. Harry walked over to me and gave me a hug.
"You did pretty good with this today." He whispered, gesturing towards my hair. I smiled and me and Niall sat on the coach, I turned on his laptop and logged on to my online school. The thing with this was that it was like a virtual public school. We could see everyone else in the class and they could see us. As well as hear us. Niall leaned in as I popped into the already filled class. I was the last on. I quickly pushed Niall to the other side of the coach and said hi to all the people laughing at my actions. There were at least two directioners in the class, and they awed when Niall diss appeared, instead his foot swung up and hit me in the face. I gagged and Niall laughed. Then the teacher yelled at us through the screen and we grew silent. Niall reappeared beside me and this time I didn't care, as long as he didn't bother me.

"Everyone, the complex angles of a literal parallelogram are not equal to each other. Tp what is the formula you use to find their lengths?" She questioned. I sat there like a dumb person, not knowing what she was talking about. Niall shuffled beside me until his hand lay limply on my thigh. I glanced at him and he grinned at me. I rolled my eyes and turned back to the screen. The teacher called on me and I grew silent. Niall squeezed my thigh reassuringly.
"Uh. Is it pi times the ratio of x divided by 8?" I asked. The teacher nodded and the lads clapped as the walked in. Louis was the last in and he leapt on me and Niall. The teacher yelled at me, while the class erupted into laughter as Louis face appeared blown up on the screen.
"Louis! Please!" I screamed as I shoved him off and onto the floor. I couldn't believe him. I picked up the computer and went into the bathroom, but before I could lock the door Niall joined me. He helped me lock and board the door before we both sat on the floor. The class continued. Nialls hand had snaked its way to the waistband of my jeans. Thank god the computer only showed from the waist up because his hand slipped inside my jeans and underneath my underwear. My hand gripped his bicep, trying to pull him out but he was way stronger than me. His hand made it to my opening and he stuck a finger in me. I jumped, the computer falling to the floor as I sharply pulled his hand out, blushing wildly as I picked the computer up again.
"Ms Jenna. Your causing way more trouble today than usual." She growled. I sighed.
"I'm sorry. Maybe I should just go."
"Ya maybe you should." I shut off the computer and pushed my face into Nialls neck. I let a couple hot tears run down my face.
"Babe I'm sorry." He whispered.
"Not its fine. Maybe I should just drop out of the class. I mean who needs a good job right? Working at a fast food restaurant is fine for me." I said loudly, leaving Niall in the bathroom. I slammed the door of the tour bus and began to walk down the street. I angrily whipped away the tears that had rushed down my face. I heard the door slam behind me in the distance. I was already rounding the corner and walking down the street.
"Jenna wait!" Niall called after me. I kept walking. Suddenly he grabbed me and pinned me to the brick wall in a dark alley.
"Jenna. I'm soo sorry. I didn't mean to make you doubt yourself. You should go to school. You should get you're degree and get a good paying job." He said. Struggling to bite back the anger that I knew was boiling through his veins, threatening to take control of him.
"No Niall. I can't take this right now. I need to be alone." I barely whispered under his crushing touch.
"Jenna please." He said. Without thinking my hand shot up and I hit him, making him stumble back in surprise. I advanced, my hands clenched into fists by my side. He let me hit him again. I didn't know why I was taking my anger out on him. My poor, understanding, helpless little Niall. I stopped and rested my head on his chest, my walls cracking as I cried as hard as I could. I let out a scream of pain and Niall wrapped his arms around me. I felt broken, I felt like I wanted to die. I didn't know why but I had broken down for the first time. And in front of my love. Niall hugged me to him, even after I had hit him. He had forgiven me. He scooped me up and carried me back to the tour bus. I buried my head into his neck as he opened the door. The lads were up in an instant. They tried to comfort me. They patted me on the back and hugged me, but Niall just pushed through them and rolled me into our bunk. He closed the drapes, leaving me alone. He thought that I needed space, but I needed him. Now more than ever, but my voice seemed to be gone. When I opened my mouth to speak the only thing that came out was a soft squeak and I would begin to cry again. What the hell was wrong with me?