Psychic or Psycho?

Jace's POV

I sit on my bed, in my room.

Dear Diary,

what have I done wrong? Niall hasn't talked to me not Louis since the night of the dance. I honestly don't get these boys. When I try to ask Zayn or Liam about it, they just shake their heads and walk away. They have been cold to Louis, but, in all honesty, Louis is delirious to the situation. And Harry... I don't know about him. Once again, the bad vibe is threatening.

People seem to have forgotten I'm 'Psycho'. I've made many friends, although they were all the 'populars' that hated me before. No doubt only to get to Louis, Niall, Zayn, Liam and Harry. The girls drool over them, quite literally.

Ive barely seen Niall, and when I have, it's not for long. He makes up whispered excuses and hurries to his room, or out in the garden where we had shared a kiss that day.

I wonder if its like this in London, so confusing, so complicated. I pity all the English girls tht got tangled up in the five boys' mess, as I did.

Clueless and Delirious,

Jace.

I sit on my bed. Why won't Niall speak to me or Louis? What has he done this time? I hear a knock at the door and sigh.

"Come in," I say in a monotone voice. The Irish boy poked his head through, an I sit up on my bed, a confused look on my face.

"Can we talk?"

Notes

Hey, sorry for the short chapter. I'm not feeling well, and I'm exahusted.