They Don't Know About Us
Catch Up
Jillian's POV
Hour turned into days and days turned into months. Niall had came out to the bad and not long enough Zayn had left the band. Not because of Niall, but because he missed home. One Direction was still a group, just not for a couple months. As Zayn, Harry and Louis returned to London, as for Liam, he continues to visit me at Niall's apartment. The world doesn't know about Niall and he doesn't want anyone knowing. Niall stayed in LA to avoid two things. His parents and the media. LA wasn't as bad with media now a days, now that there's only 2/5 of one direction they rather leave them alone. As for me, I live with Niall. He's become more than just my bestfriend, he's become the brother that'd I never had. But along with other things, I changed. I started smoking, just like Zayn. I started going to bars and drinking all night, I had become my teenage self. Liam would always find me, either passed out on the bar or half way into some guys car. I never forgave him, which I probably should, I'm falling to pieces without him. Niall doesn't know what to do with me anymore and I wouldn't blame him if he kicked me out. I'd become violent. I've become someone I'm not.
Liam had gotten me home one day and tried getting me into bed, but being the drunk person that I was I shoved him and called him a rapist. The hurt in his eyes were too much for me, but I didn't stop there. I yelled at him, nasty things. I hit him, with everything I found. I expected him to walk away but he stood there and embraced me into a hug and I cried. I cried because no matter how strong I wanted to be, I wanted him, I wanted him back.
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"You have to stop doing this Jillian." Niall crossed his arms.
"Stop Niall." I rub my temple. "I know okay, I'm trying." I said as I laid my head on the counter. "I miss him Niall, I'm just about to cave in." He sighed.
"You need to Jillian, he's been there for you through this whole damn time." Niall sighed. "I'm calling him, and I want you to take him back. I can't have you like this any longer." He picked up his phone and placed it to his ear in an instant. I wasn't ready to talk to Liam, at least not sober. Liam was waiting for me, through all the shit I've put him through and he still wants me, it's unbelievable. "He's on his way." Niall interrupted my thoughts. I gave him a small nod before walking into my bedroom. I took out my phone and dialed someone who i knew would help me, Zayn.
"Hello?" His deep British accent rung through my ears.
"Zayn." I breathed out. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him.
"Jillian." I heard him shuffle through the sheets. "I'm sorry, I forgot to save your number." He sighed.
"It's fine." I smiled knowing he couldn't see me, he'd be devastated.
"Is there something wrong? It's been a while since you called." His voice smooth as I remembered.
"I just, I need help." I sighed. I heard him chuckled.
"I know, look I know I'm not anywhere near you but you have to realize that you do get spotlights on magazines Jillian." I sighed and closed my eyes. "Liam calls me every night. He's worried about you." I drop my head and listen. "You're killing yourself Jillian, all the smoking and drinking is killing you from the inside out." I opened my eyes when there was a knock at my door. "Talk to him." Zayn spoke lowly.
"How'd you kn-" His chuckle cut me off.
"He sent me a message right after Niall called." I sighed. "It'll be fine love. Just talk to him." I half smiled.
"Thanks Zayn." I hung up shortly after before making my way towards the door. I placed my hand on the door knob and let it linger there before turning it. I looked up to be met with the big brown eyes I had fell in love with.
"Hey." I nodded and moved to the side letting him in.
"Let's talk." I said before shutting the door behind him.
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A/N: OKAY! so i have to apologize for sucking at posting and for this being so short but my brother's wedding is now over so i can post again yayyyyy :)
Hour turned into days and days turned into months. Niall had came out to the bad and not long enough Zayn had left the band. Not because of Niall, but because he missed home. One Direction was still a group, just not for a couple months. As Zayn, Harry and Louis returned to London, as for Liam, he continues to visit me at Niall's apartment. The world doesn't know about Niall and he doesn't want anyone knowing. Niall stayed in LA to avoid two things. His parents and the media. LA wasn't as bad with media now a days, now that there's only 2/5 of one direction they rather leave them alone. As for me, I live with Niall. He's become more than just my bestfriend, he's become the brother that'd I never had. But along with other things, I changed. I started smoking, just like Zayn. I started going to bars and drinking all night, I had become my teenage self. Liam would always find me, either passed out on the bar or half way into some guys car. I never forgave him, which I probably should, I'm falling to pieces without him. Niall doesn't know what to do with me anymore and I wouldn't blame him if he kicked me out. I'd become violent. I've become someone I'm not.
Liam had gotten me home one day and tried getting me into bed, but being the drunk person that I was I shoved him and called him a rapist. The hurt in his eyes were too much for me, but I didn't stop there. I yelled at him, nasty things. I hit him, with everything I found. I expected him to walk away but he stood there and embraced me into a hug and I cried. I cried because no matter how strong I wanted to be, I wanted him, I wanted him back.
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"You have to stop doing this Jillian." Niall crossed his arms.
"Stop Niall." I rub my temple. "I know okay, I'm trying." I said as I laid my head on the counter. "I miss him Niall, I'm just about to cave in." He sighed.
"You need to Jillian, he's been there for you through this whole damn time." Niall sighed. "I'm calling him, and I want you to take him back. I can't have you like this any longer." He picked up his phone and placed it to his ear in an instant. I wasn't ready to talk to Liam, at least not sober. Liam was waiting for me, through all the shit I've put him through and he still wants me, it's unbelievable. "He's on his way." Niall interrupted my thoughts. I gave him a small nod before walking into my bedroom. I took out my phone and dialed someone who i knew would help me, Zayn.
"Hello?" His deep British accent rung through my ears.
"Zayn." I breathed out. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him.
"Jillian." I heard him shuffle through the sheets. "I'm sorry, I forgot to save your number." He sighed.
"It's fine." I smiled knowing he couldn't see me, he'd be devastated.
"Is there something wrong? It's been a while since you called." His voice smooth as I remembered.
"I just, I need help." I sighed. I heard him chuckled.
"I know, look I know I'm not anywhere near you but you have to realize that you do get spotlights on magazines Jillian." I sighed and closed my eyes. "Liam calls me every night. He's worried about you." I drop my head and listen. "You're killing yourself Jillian, all the smoking and drinking is killing you from the inside out." I opened my eyes when there was a knock at my door. "Talk to him." Zayn spoke lowly.
"How'd you kn-" His chuckle cut me off.
"He sent me a message right after Niall called." I sighed. "It'll be fine love. Just talk to him." I half smiled.
"Thanks Zayn." I hung up shortly after before making my way towards the door. I placed my hand on the door knob and let it linger there before turning it. I looked up to be met with the big brown eyes I had fell in love with.
"Hey." I nodded and moved to the side letting him in.
"Let's talk." I said before shutting the door behind him.
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A/N: OKAY! so i have to apologize for sucking at posting and for this being so short but my brother's wedding is now over so i can post again yayyyyy :)
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