Disclaimer: I do not own anybody on here except for the main character, her family, her friends, etc. Please remember that plagiarism is illegal. Enjoy the story

Characters: One Direction as themselves, Perrie and Eleanor as themselves, Nika Shatova as Jennifer (that's her in the picture up there ^^^), Arthur Sales as Nick (specifically, this picture: images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRWqYs1P3-aCGYDFR3QrNGlt45IqplSuslAIz7uZj eFijCiYsU7Sg) - copy and paste for sexiness.

Chapter 1

The last line of the song floated from my lips and into the empty stadium. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, a smile taking to my lips as I opened my eyes. The tech crews clapped along with my manager, Dan, who sat in the front row below the stage. Due to the bright lights of the stage, I couldn't see past the edge of the stage; but I knew he was there with his personal assistant, Jane, and stepdaughter, Aubrey. He'd asked me a week ago if I minded him bringing her in for my sound check; I told him I didn't mind. I knew that it would be good bonding experience for the two of them, and I always love meeting new fans. I could hear her cheering from right behind the security bars.

I smiled and waved at her, then put the mic back in its stand before I grabbed my water bottle and jumped off the stage. I landed on the balls of my feet , bending my knees to absorb impact and provide momentum for when I jumped over the security rails. Aubrey ran up to me squealing. "That was so awesome! I can't believe I actually got to see this, ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!" I laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I'm glad you liked it!" I heard more voices laughing from the seats and my eyebrows knitted together in confusion. That sounded like more than Dan and Jane. I smiled at Aubrey again before walking closer to the seats, blinking rapidly to adjust my eyes to the dimness of the stadium. Dan came towards me out of the darkness, clapping.

"I think that was the best sound check you've ever done. Amazing. And thanks again for letting Aubrey come see you."

"No problem," I said sincerely, "and I have a present for her later if you're okay with it." I leaned forwards and whispered my idea in his ear. He nodded and told me he thought that would be fantastic; then his face grew a little more serious, and I saw a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"The band you'll be touring with got here a few minutes ago. A couple of them wanted to come say hi." He said, and I heard lots of footsteps behind him. I waited impatiently; Dan hadn't told me who I was touring with. Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Perrie Edwards, and Eleanor Calder emerged out of the darkness, all of them with big grins on their faces. I didn't even notice that one person was missing- I was too excited to see the rest of them. I squealed and ran towards Louis. I jumped, and he caught me, spun me around in a circle and put me down so I could hug everybody else. I went around the little circle and hugged everybody. That's when I realized that Harry wasn't there. I didn't comment on it- it was probably for the best. There was no telling what would've happened if I saw him.

I could've floated up to the ceiling in that moment, and gotten stuck there like a balloon. These people were my best friends, and I hadn't seen them in almost a year. Perrie and Eleanor came last, and I hugged them both at the same time. The three of us burst out into tears at the same time.

"I can't believe you just left us like that!" Eleanor cried. Perrie just sniffed and wiped at her eyes to prevent mascara runs.

"I know, and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I needed time, I'm sorry." I managed to get out between silent sobs, and I took a moment to be thankful I hadn't worn any makeup today. The tears subsided into laughter after a moment or two. I looked over at the guys, who just stood there uncomfortably. They looked so confused by the sudden tears and laughter transition, which only made us girls laugh harder. I hugged the boys one more time, and led the girls to the dressing room where I left my purse and phone. We chattered the whole way there, so they could fill me in on what I'd missed over the last year. I lead them down numerous long, white-bricked hallways while they told me about all the fans they'd met, the behind-the-scenes events of photo shoots, and Danielle leaving Liam. My squeezed when they told me how torn up he'd been over it, and I regretted not being there to comfort him. When we reached my dressing room, the first door in a line of them, I stopped and turned to the two girls with a small smile.

"There's...uh, there's somebody I want you to meet." I said, blushing. Perrie and Eleanor just looked confused as I opened the door. My boyfriend, Nick, looked up from his phone and smiled at me. He got up and hugged me, kissed my forehead, and gave a friendly smile to the girls. "Perrie, Eleanor, this is my boyfriend, Nick." He said hello, and they returned it with fake smiles that you wouldn't be able to see through unless you knew them. When he looked back at me, they raised their eyebrows and gave me a 'we need to talk, now' look. I mentally sighed and turned back to Nick.

"Babe, sound check is all done. I'll be ready to go soon, could you pretty please take my stuff out to the car?" I asked him innocently. He nodded and grabbed my purse off the vanity, and left after giving me another kiss, on the lips this time. I turned back to Perrie and Eleanor with a frown. I was hoping they'd be happy for me, but they didn't look very happy at all- much less for me.

"What. The. So you just up and ditch us out of nowhere- right before a tour starts, might I add- and all of a sudden, you have a new tall-dark-and-handsome?" Perrie fumed. I flinched at the part about ditching. She was right about the tall part, too- Nick is 6'3". When I stand up straight and he slouches, my face still only comes up to his chest. Hugging him is awesome, because it creates that movie scene moment where the girl's face is buried in the guy's chest and he's resting his chin on top of her head.

"Yeah, and what about Harry?" Eleanor added. I suddenly remembered that I never did give them an explanation as to why I left.

"I think you should sit down, I have a really long story to tell you." I said. They looked at each other doubtfully, but took a seat on the couch as I hopped up on the vanity table.

Flashback

I walked quickly across the parking lot, fuming. My face felt hot, and angry tears pricked my eyes, threatening to spill over; I struggled to keep them in because I knew that if I let myself cry now, I wouldn't stop. I couldn't get out of here if I was a blubbering mess. I had run back to the dressing room after the boy's concert was over to get Eleanor's phone because she left it there. On my way back I turned a corner and saw a couple kissing passionately in a dim area of the hallway. I looked away, searching for another route so I could avoid an awkward moment. Then I heard the girl say "Harry!" and giggle. My head snapped back around towards them so fast I heard something crack- but I didn't care. Now I could see the curly hair with another girl's fingers tangled into it, I could see the dimples as he smiled at her, I could see my boyfriend kissing a girl that wasn't me. I stood there, unable to move. They didn't see me just standing there, a few yards away from them, looking at the scene before me in pure horror. I could actually feel my heart break into a hundred tiny pieces. I let out a choked, strangled noise; Harry finally looked up from the girl. He saw me immediately, and our eyes locked. His eyes got wider, his jaw dropped. The girl turned around and gave me a wicked smile. Her eyes said everything she didn't: "He's mine now. I stole him from you, because I'm better than you." I shook my head, struggling to hold back the hot tears that made my vision almost too watery to see. I blinked them back, and saw Harry reaching for me. Shaking my head again, I dropped Eleanor's phone and turned away, stumbling down the hallway until I came to an exit door. I went to push it open, but Harry caught my arm and spun me towards him.

"Jenna, please, I made a mistake. I'm so sorry, I am so, so sorry. Please forgive me. I am so sorry, just please, give me a second chance-" he pleaded. He didn't get to finish, because I yanked myself out of his grip and slapped him across the face. Hard. I put all of my hate and heartbreak into that blow, and his balance faltered from it when he fell to the side a little bit. He looked at me with shock in his eyes, holding his hand up to his face. A bright red hand print showed between his fingers.

"That was your second chance, Harry!" I spat out. "I'm done. I can't take this anymore, and I won't. Goodbye." I said quietly. He looked like he was at a loss for words. I huffed out a dry laugh and shook my head. "Yeah. I bet you didn't think you could push me that far, huh?"

And with that, I left. I got in my car and caught the first flight home. Wen the calls and texts started, I turned off my phone. I went to the apartment I shared with Harry most of the time and packed up all my stuff. Then I went back to my own house and made it upstairs to my guest bedroom (I couldn't bear to go back into my own bedroom, Harry and I had too many memories there). I curled up under the covers in the bed, and then I just cried. I cried, and cried, and cried, and I didn't stop.

"I didn't leave that room for a month. I hadn't moved since I came home, so I hadn't eaten or had anything to drink since then. I couldn't feel the hunger pangs, or the dryness in my throat. I couldn't hear the hoarseness of my voice from the constant sobbing. A few days after I had passed out from the near-starvation, a maid I had hired for the duration of the tour saw the car in the driveway and went looking. When she found me, she tried to wake me up. When I didn't respond, she called an ambulance. I woke up a week later in the hospital stayed there for a couple more weeks until I was stable, then went back home. I got a job as a waitress, bought a puppy, got discovered three months after I left when Dan heard me singing while I bused tables. I sold my house and got an apartment closer to my work, and I met Nick on the set of my first music video. We've been dating for four months. And now...now I'm here." I finished quietly. Sometime during the story I had brought my knees up into my chest and wrapped my arms around them, leaning back against the mirror. Perrie and Eleanor looked take aback.

"So that's...that's why you left?" Eleanor whispered. I nodded and looked down, the memories bringing back all of the feelings I'd felt right after it happened. I forced down the feelings, shoving them back into their drawer and locking it again. I blinked back the tears, and took slow, deep breaths to calm myself down.

"I can't believe you got over it that fast, I mean you guys dated for, what, two years? We all thought you'd be together for ever, as cheesy as that sounds." Perrie said. I laughed, dry and dark, surprising them both.

"Got over it? Not a chance. It still hurts- god, does it hurt- but I won't do anybody any good if I stayed in bed and became a lifeless vegetable like I wanted to. I got a dog because I didn't want a therapist- and I love him very much. He's helped a lot. And Nick- Nick has done so much. He knows what Harry did, even though I never told him who did it. He's been there for me when I needed him, and he understands when I have a hard time with things. He helps me through it. He loves me, and I am so grateful for that." I said, smiling. I was still broken, I still had holes- but Nick and Lincoln, my brindle Mastiff, had managed to duct tape me back together for the most part. I wouldn't be here without them.

"Oh, do you wanna see him?" I asked.

"Who?" Perrie and Eleanor asked in unison.

"Lincoln, my dog!" I said excitedly. They nodded, smiling slightly. I laughed in my head- they probably thought I got a Yorkie or something. I couldn't wait to see their faces when they saw him. "You should come spend the night at my apartment so we can catch up some more, and then I'll spend some time with the guys?" I suggested, they agreed happily, and I gave them the address to my apartment. The first show of the tour was at the end of this week, and it was in my own town. I waved goodbye as I went to go catch up with Nick, and they walked the other way to meet back up with the boys and go back to wherever they were staying to get some clothes before they came over. I bounced out of the building with a new spring in my step, sliding into the passenger side of Nick's car with a big grin. He raised his eyebrows.

"What happened? I don't think I've ever seen you look so happy!" He said with a smile. We were both in a good mood, it seemed. I laughed. "I need you to drop me off at my apartment, and then I'm kicking you out! Perrie and Eleanor are coming over to catch up some more, and they're gonna meet Lincoln."

"You didn't tell them that Lincoln was a mastiff, did you?" he asked with a grin, guessing my plan immediately. I shook my head gleefully, and he laughed with me as we pulled out of the parking lot.