Face the Music

Julia is your typical sixteen year old girl. She lives with her mother and her little sister Marty, she has her insecurities, she has her boy issues, and oh yeah, her love for the British/Irish boy-band One Direction. When her seventeenth birthday arrives, everything seems perfect....until it all fell apart piece by piece. But to every rainy day there is always a rainbow, what will happen when she unexpectedly 'falls hard' for not one, but two of the boys in One Direction? And what would happen if they both like her back? Would rivalry break everyone apart? Or will the fandom get to them first? Just as life is, every situation has two faces. One is an amazing benefit, and the other could lead to sacrifice...

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42. Facing I Still Love You

Julia's POV

"Ow..." I moaned. I was awakened by a sharp pain in my right leg, the one that was hopelessly sprained and now, in a stone hard cast. I twisted my body around to try and catch a glimpse of the time on the digital clock on my night table. 8:10AM, not a bad time to wake up. I was about to to throw the comforter carelessly onto one side of the bed, when I noticed a mess of curls there. Harry was fast asleep in the chair with his head rested on the edge of my bed. I smiled at the sight of him. He had stayed with me all night. But my smile quickly faded when my mind replayed what he said the night before, 'You broke up with me. I cheated on you...' I sighed, so he was one of those guys. He didn't seem like one, but I guess you really can't judge a book by it's cover. I slipped off the bed careful not to wake Harry, and grabbed my crutches off the wall they were leaned upon. I didn't even bother pressing the assistance button as I opened the door and made my way down the corridor to the bathroom to freshen up.

I pushed the door open and stepped into the bathroom that was dimly lit and smelt strongly of hand sanitizer for cleanliness purposes. As I began to wash my face, I noticed a girl around the age of sixteen hugging her knees in front of the mirror crying. She was wearing the same light pink hospital gown as me suggesting that she was a patient not a visitor. She also held a sharp blade in her right hand, but quickly hid it in her pocket when she saw my questionative glances at her. "Are you alright?" I asked slowly approaching her using my crutches. She had messy, dull, shoulder-length, red hair that framed her face; which held a pair of dark blue eyes that reflected utter emptiness. "I'm fine." The girl nodded and began to stand up and wipe the tears rolling down her cheeks. She swept her bangs away from her forehead and that's when I saw it. A deep, unattractive scar on her forehead that clearly looked painful. "You sure?" Just as she was about to nod again, she broke down into tears once more. "I-It's m-my father. He always abuses me for no reason. Yesterday,  he took a k-knife and tried to stab me. But my brother blocked the stab for me and left me with only this scar." She motioned towards her forehead. "I don't even know where my brother is right now. I thought I could run away from my troubles if I killed myself." We talked for what seemed to be ages, until she could finally break a smile and throw the blade into the trash.

When we left the bathroom, we even found out from the receptionist what room her brother was in and his condition too; which was thankfully not too serious.

"I can't thank you enough for stopping and talking to me when you did. Otherwise I would have been dead by now not even knowing how my brother is." She wrapped me in a hug, cautious that I wouldn't fall off my crutches hugging her back. "But enough about me, what's your name?" "I'm Julia Martise, and you are?" "Marissa Cadi, a.k.a. one of the world's HUGEST Directioners!" she almost yelled at me. I giggled quietly, the Directioner family was getting bigger and bigger by the second. You could bump into one anywhere nowadays-even in the hospital!  

We said our good byes and I headed back to my room feeling proud that I had made a new friend. Harry was still asleep when I got back, so I decided to keep myself entertained...but there was really nothing in that room that was worthwhile. I put my crutches back against the wall and hopped on one foot, the short distance to the window. I looked outside. The birds were soaring in the air freely, the trees danced in the summer breeze, children frolicked in nearby parks enjoying ice cream of all flavours. And I? Was stuck in this room for at least one more toiling week. I turned around to hobble back to my bed when I noticed a piece of paper on the floor by my bed. I slowly bent down on one leg and retrieved the paper. It was a photo of who seemed to be Harry and....me?

I sat on the end of my bed propping my legs up on the desk chair while analyzing the photo. When was this? And what was it doing on the floor? The location, our expressions, it all looked recognizable, yet nothing could be retrieved from my mind. I squinted my eyes on specific things happening in the background. Silly string sprawled on the floor, nerf gun darts on the sofas, what the hell was going on? My head pounded in pain from trying to remember the situation. I shut my eyes tightly grabbing on to the last shread of hope in my mind, just begging that it would lead me back to regaining everything lost.......

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY JULIE!"...... "Making me sing against you? Please, they might have just let me sing against a baby."........ "You alright love?"........"Let's watch Paranormal Activity!"......."INBETWEENERS DANCE GO!"......"Julie, this bracelet is for yo-.".........."Niall I need t-"......"Zayn, what did the text me-"....."JULIE WATCH OUT!"

Like a bolt of thunder, everything I ever forgot in my entire life, came flashing back to me at the speed of light. I opened my eyes in a flash and began to breath heavily almost hyperventilating again. I must have jumped a little because in less than a mili-second Harry started to sit up grogilly. "You're already up?" He asked in his sexy, husky, morning voice. At that moment I was too shocked with the sudden burst of memory and the extremely detailed images to even respond. I merely gulped and nodded, my eyes still wide open and staring at the same spot without even blinking. Harry yawned and looked around the room much more alert now. "You ok love? You look a little shaken..." He said caringly as he put his hand on my shoulder. I looked down in my lap to see that I had turned over the photo so he couldn't see what it was at that time. Suddenly another thought flew into my mind, Harry never cheated on me like he had told me.....and I NEVER BROKE UP WITH HIM! I was the cause of the break-up... But then why did he lie?

I blinked a couple of times and slid myself back to the head of the bed and snuggled against the pillows sliding the picture under one of them. "I'm fine. Harry could you make me a cup of tea please?" He smiled. "Sure. What type?" "Yorkshire's good." As he stood at the desk with the tea packet I bit my lip. How was I going to tell him that I got my mem- "Here love. Be careful its hot." Well that was fast...I took the cup from his hands and watched as he sat back down on the stiff chair. "It's not very comfortable there. Come sit here." I moved over and patted the side of the bed. "No its fine. You need the space." "Really, its ok." I gave him a reassuring look before he agreed and slowly sat on the soft bed and laid his head on the pillows.

"Harry I'm sorry." I whispered to him after a sip of the tea. "For what?" "The break-up." He seemed to be confused for a few seconds before he reagined his serious and yet carefree look. "Why? I cheated on you. You did the right th-" "No I didn't. And you never cheated on me. I was the reason that YOU broke up with me." He was silent. "How much do you remember?" He asked me quietly. "Everything." I said coldly, shoving the picture in his direction. He glanced at it and quickly checked his pockets before placing it in. "I'm sorry Julie." I brushed aside his apology. It didn't mean anything to me at the time. "Why did you lie to me?" "I...don't know." "Unless your girlfriend is Rihanna, I don't think any girl would love the way you lie." I shouted louder than I intended to. We sat in the awkward and tense silence until Harry spoke up. "I did it to protect your feelings." He muttered. "What? How can you 'lie' to protect someone's feelings?" I huffed and crossed my arms. "If you only knew half of what happened, you would have thought the breakup was all your fault. When it wasn't." I looked at his face. I really had hurt him with my words. He was trying to help me. I sighed out loud and replied soothingly. "What do you mean? It was my fault, and you should hate me. That's why I'm screaming at you...because I feel horrible....and I still love you."

 

Author's Note-

Hey!!! So one side-note about this chapter....

1) The Rihanna reference- She is an amazing singer!!! i didn't mean to offend anyone by saying that, it just fit; because of the song title (Love the Way You Lie) and what was going on in the story....So please dont send me any hate! I didn't mean it in a bad way!! :$

Anyways thanks everyone!!! :) <3

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