His Last Rose (In editing)

Chapter 5: Oblivious

-Jenny's P.O.V.-

I'd start around ten. 
I told myself as I waited for the popcorn to finish. I woke up around nine and instantly I knew what I was going to do the whole day. Movie Marathon.

The smell of butter and the sounds of rattling & popping filled the kitchen.

Shower and breakfast all done within 30 minutes. And then the whole day; Just me, the television and endless supply of popcorn. Good times.
I grabbed my phone.

'Movie marathon for the day. For the WHOLE day that is. #joinme'
I tweeted.
 

Saw some responses but didn't have the energy nor the wit to reply. I just placed it back in my pocket and grabbed the bowls where I dropped the popcorn into.

This is gonna be a long day. 
 

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Throughout the first movie I can't differ whether the chills that was revolving around my body's from my reaction towards a specific scene or with my social accounts notifications.

I paused, finally giving in.
Groaning, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and slid to unlock.

100+ interactions
My phone beamed. I clicked it and I was nowhere near ready to see what I saw.
 

@NiallOfficial: @Jennyfromtheblock on my waaay.
3 minutes ago. 100+Favorites. 100+Retweets 
@NiallOfficial: @Jennyfromtheblock heard of checking your phone? ahaha
8 minutes ago. 100+Favorites. 100+Retweets
@NiallOfficial: @Jennyfromtheblock I have a feeling you're busy..
15 minutes ago. 100+Favorites. 100+Retweets
@NiallOfficial: @Jennyfromtheblock Dmed you.
Reply to your tweet. (Show tweet) 36 minutes ago. 100+Favorites. 100+Favorites


And a stream of fan accounts ranting on and on about how lucky I am, if I could Dm them to Niall, that they'd cut me and hunt me down.

My head involuntarily placed the threats, comments and annoyance at the back of my mind and focused entirely onto the fact that Niall tweeted me, that Niall followed me, that Niall searched me on Twitter and that Niall even thought about me. What the hell...

I snapped back when I looked at his latest tweet, '3 minutes ago'.

Wa-wait, what? He's coming over? Why? 

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I literally dropped my phone and ran upstairs to my room and got changed into something more decent. I kept spinning and spinning in my walk-in closet trying to find something cute that doesn't say that I'm trying too hard yet I care what others thought about me.

A pale pink jumper that was a little wrinkled and a white jersey shorts that my brother left for me before he went off to college at Brown. I combed my hair and spritzed some perfume mid-air to not get it over-powering at the same time.

I didn't even think about why he was on his way to my house or how he even get my address. All I could think was that he was on his way here. To me.
 

Practically looking like a maniac, I fixed my room. Old clothes piling up on my floor, bed undone, curtains still closed... Him sitting on my bed, waiting for me, eyes searching, brown to blue, our lips locking, his hands all over, mine on his hair, slowly falling to the bed, me on top, lips grazing onto skin, fingers on my waist, pulling, tugging, moa-- damn it, no.

I shook my head, now just noticing that I've been staring at my bed in awe and day dreamt of him with me. Why am I even thinking about this? It's not like I have any experience at all. God, what if he makes a move and I'll froze? No no no, he cannot know you're a virgin Jenny.