Uh...Hi... (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

God I Love Life

A:N) Hey you guys... well here is chapter 4 and as you can probably see its really short. This is just a filler chapter for whats to come, and since I promised Brittney, well one more chapter before 12, this is what comes. It's the baby of that result... okay weird, but anyways, I hope you like Jessica being crazy and I know our favorite little black girl isn't in this that much but I do promise her to be in it a lot more in the next few. Enjoy the result of me being tired and bored. My new child: Chapter 4.

Chapter 4

God I Love Life

A Few Short Days Later

***Jessica’s POV***

“A new gal pal for American hottie Jayden Smith? What does 4 month girlfriend Brittney Medlin have to say about this all? Find out after the break.”

“Britt you’re on the news again!”

Silence…. That’s… that’s weird.

“Brittney…?”

I got up from the ground and began walking towards the kitchen, all the while thinking about how we needed some furniture and if Brittney had been murdered. I snorted at the thought of Brittney being murdered while buying furniture. No Jessica, bad. That’s a bad thought. Great now I’m talking to myself!

“Gah!” I screamed; mad at myself for talking to myself. Man I need friends…. Any ways.

“Brittney? Are you dead?”

Yeah because she would answer if she was dead! Goodness you’re stupid!

“God is that you?”

No it’s your inner thoughts, now stop talking to yourself and find Brittney. And put the Doritos down!”

I looked down at my hands to see I was indeed holding a bag of Doritos. Great now I’m going crazy. Ha cra-cra… God! Focus Jessica! Possible dead friend here!

The kitchen was dead silent except for the creepy sound of a leaky faucet. Walking over to it I pulled the knob to make sure it was completely off. As I walked towards the fridge the lights began to flicker in the room making me jump back in surprise, I kept walking until I felt my back hit the counter and a squeal come out of my throat.

The loud sound of a pan falling made me let out a girlish scream and turn around quickly. Okay this got creepy really fast. On the counter set a note that looked to be from Brittney, I sighed in relief when I notice it wasn’t written in blood. Okay good sign.

Dear Meeks,

I’m out with Harry and Lou, be back soon.

Bye Loser,

Britt

P.S. I ate your brownie.

A sudden sense of relief came over me. Did I really think Brittney was murdered? Well let’s just say if you’ve lived with her as long as I have and one day you come home to a silent house you’ll think the worst.

Another pan fell making me race out of the room into my bedroom. No way in hell was I staying in this house alone right now. Since I was in a state of panic I did the only logical thing I could think of; Call Niall.

Here I was, a grown freaking girl of 19, who is usually not scared a lot, calling a guy because I’m too much of a wimp to stay alone. I probably shouldn’t have watched the movie marathon last night, I thought silently to myself.

“Hello?” A husky Irish voice said from the other line.

“Niall?” I whispered; Gah! Why was I whispering?!

“Jess? What's wrong?”

“Um… could you maybe come over? I… I don’t really want to be alone right now.”

“Jessica what’s going on?”

“Nothing just come over. Britt is out probably making babies with Harry and I’m home alone and I watched a bunch of freaky movies last night so I’m kinda freaking out! Can you just come over please?” I said out of breath. I looked around the room, squealing as the lights began to flicker again. “You know what never mind I’m coming over there. Now.”

“Okay? Can you explain when you get here?”

“Yeah sure I’ll see you in a minute.”

I hung up and slipped some grey TOM’s on, not really bothering with putting on real cloths or makeup. I left the flat; quickly I might add, in a pair of plaid blue and grey pants and a plain grey T-shirt. At the moment I really didn’t care if I was going to see the hottest guy in the entire planet in a pair of sweats with no makeup on. All I knew was that I had to get out of that flat and fast.

I sat in my car for a moment a looked at the building in front of me.

“Maybe it’s mad that we spilt the orange juice on the floor and never cleaned it up…” I thought allowed as I made my way to Niall quickly texting Brittney, (before I was driving, don’t want to die any time soon) saying that I was staying at Niall’s and to come there when you were done shopping.

I stopped by Starbucks to get myself a coffee and ended up spilling it all over my shirt as I came closer to the lad’s complex.

“God I just love my life…”

Whelp time to embarrass myself. Again.