I hugged my knees as the cold wind hit me. I shivered. The dried up tears on my face seemed frozen. I heard a car pull up. I closed my eyes. Whoever was in the car was now walking up to me. I wouldn't blame them. If I saw a teenager curled up in a ball on the sidewalk, I would feel sly bit curios as well. I felt some arms wrap around me. I smelled a familiar scent, I held on to some arms. I opened my eyes, but it being cloudy and dark, I couldn't see whose face it was. But I knew I was in safe arms, and I rested my head against his chest and closed my eyes as he carried me. He brought me in the back of his car and gently laid me down. I fell asleep after he kissed my Forehead.

The next day I awoke in my room at the beach house. I spread my arms, in an attempt to stretch but my arm hurt. I noticed I was still wearing the same clothes and I felt so gross. I got up and started walking to the bathroom. No one else seemed to be upstairs. The whole house was quiet, except for the soft strums of a guitar downstairs. I guessed everyone was chilling quietly in the living room. After my shower I went downstairs. When I walked in the living room, I saw Niall sitting on the couch, gently playing his guitar. I took a seat opposite of him on the couch.

The minute I sat down he asked, "Are you alright Jana?" I was pretty confused by his question.

"Um...Yes. Where are the boys?" I replied. He went back to playing his guitar. I listened deeply at the beautiful music. I felt like I could fall asleep listening to that beautiful melody.

"They've gone out with Hannah." He said. That was when I snapped out of my trance and noticed he had answered me.

"What about you?" I asked. He shrugged. "I was tired and I came home instead of staying at a hotel like the others." I nodded. Just then my cell phone buzzed from my pocket.

"Hello?" I answered. "Hey. It's Melissa, but you can call me Melly." Said a woman, "George probably told you about me?"

"Uh...Yes." I replied.

"Good." She said, "I hope you're not busy right now. I was wondering if I could have you over. I want to get to know you."

"Um...Sure, whatever. I'm not doing anything."

"Ok, I'll text you my address." "Will George be there?" I asked.

"Probably not." She replied. I raised my eyebrow on the probably. When I hung up I noticed Niall was staring at me.

"Well, I have to go." I said to him.

"Where? I'll drop you off."

When we pulled up in front of Melly's house, I thanked Niall for the ride. "Oh, and will you tell Liam not to worry about yesterday when he brought me to the beach house?" I added. Niall stared at me for a while then took his attention to the floor. "Sure." I reached for the door when he brought his arms around me. I just sat there, with my arms to my side, staring at space behind him. He pulled out from the awkward hug.

"Bye." I said, but he never replied. He just sighed, and then put his hands behind the wheel. I suddenly felt bad for not hugging back. I quickly got out of the car.

I walked up to a house, just like mine, but maybe a bit bigger. Just as I was about to knock the door swung open. I came across a beautiful lady. "Hi Janette!" She greeted.

"Hello." I said as she signaled me to come in. "Nice house." I commented. "Do you live by yourself?"

She shook her head."With my brother." I nodded as I sat on the couch. Melly and I talked for a while. She was a really nice woman; I don't know what she was doing with a bastard like George. Just then a man walked in from the hall.

I stood up, "What's he doing here?" I asked her pointing to George. His eyes grew as surprised as mine were. Then he glared at me as he pointed at Melly to meet him in the kitchen. She sighed and went in. I walked over to the couch beside the kitchen and sat down to eavesdrop.

"What the hell is she doing here!" George asked.

"George, she's your daughter!"Replied Melly.

"She hates me!"

"No, you hate me." I whispered to myself.

"I'm sure she doesn't!" Said Melly to George. I was getting sick of this so I got up and went to put my shoes on. Just then I heard Melly call for me in the kitchen. I sighed and went in the kitchen. She was by herself now.

"Where's George?" I asked her.

"He went out threw the back. He seemed upset." She explained. I felt relieved then. "Sit down." She said pointing to a chair. More force in her voice that I have ever heard from her. When I sat down, she took a seat beside me. "What's up between you and George?" She asked concern in her eyes.