Jay Cee El

Fifty Seven // First Impressions

[rewritten]

Here is the next chapter!

Enjoy!

*Just as a quick note, the next chapters are going to be LONG*

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Niall's P.O.V

Hearing that Jay Cee El got through to the finals was the best news that I've received in a long, long time. I had literally jumped from my spot on the couch in excitement. I also scared the shit out Harry, but that was only a bonus. Although I didn't really think much of it, my thoughts had been too preoccupied with the thought of heading to L.A. to sing with them.

I was going to be able meet Liz Johnston. Just thinking of that caused excitement to fill my body, that was also full of nerves. I know that she loves my band and she says that she loves me, but would she really like the real Niall? That was a question that circulated my head since I found out about her and the rest of Jay Cee El.

This almost felt like a dream to me. I'll be able to talk to her, laugh with her, and just be in the same room as her. I'll get to hear her singing live and I'll be able to have a conversation with her. To top everything off, I'll be singing with her.

As soon as the credits had rolled, Liam's phone had rang. I remember waiting impatiently for him to finish his call before we were able to get the details of his phone call. It was Simon, telling us the details for what was going to happen next. Tickets had been bought and our flight was for seven tomorrow morning- or technically, in just a few hours- the earliest he could get. It's an eleven hour flight, so we would be landing at six o'clock in the afternoon.

I had decided to not go to bed that night, none of us could actually. We needed to start packing and get everything together. That took up the remaining hours and before I knew it, we had been standing in line to board the private plan. At the time, the airport had been empty. It was half six when we finally got in the plane, and another thirty minute before we took off.

That had all been several hours ago and we were now somewhere over the states. I had no idea, but I knew that we were getting close. We only had another five hours to go and then I'd be meeting the one and only Liz Johnston.

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@Liz_Johnston_JCL: okay I want a 5 paragraph essay on why it's NOT OKAY TO DO THIS TO SOMEONE smh

Attached was a picture of her arm with a long scratch on it. I didn't understand what the tweet meant but I'm guessing that something must have happened. I hope that she's okay. She seems okay and the scratch doesn't look too bad, but I don't know if it's painful or not.

"Watcha doin'?" Zayn asked, leaning into my shoulder and looking at the screen.

"Watchi' a movie, why?" I asked, quickly locking my phone.

"Ooh... that's cool. I'm bored though and Liam's asleep and Louis and Harry are watching a movie and no one is talking and I'm bored so talk to me." Zayn said.

I pulled out my headphones and set my phone on my lap. "Okay, what do you wanna talk about?" I asked.

"I want to talk about why you aren't going to ask Liz out when you meet her." Zayn said.

"Because," I groaned, "I just don't think I will. She's so amazing an-"

"Niall, you're amazing and she'd be lucky to have you. Just, at least think about it." He said.