Another World (1D)

This fanfiction is about a girl who grows up with Harry Styles and the other boys of one direction. They aren't a band yet and they're just normal people...for now.


20. The Hotel

I ran crying as I heard footsteps behind me. I tripped and fell and lay on the floor, crying. I blacked out and woke up in someone's lap. I looked up to see the curls. The ones I had fallen for so many times. The ones that made my day every time I saw them. I saw the emerald green orbs that made me melt. Then I saw the whole picture. The boy I loved, that cheated on me with someone sixteen years older than me. I struggled out of his grasp and tried to run away again only to fall back into his arms.

He was very fit and muscular, I would give him that. His eyes weren't like normal. I realized they were bloodshot and tear-stained. "Let me go!" I screamed. "Let me explain!" He cried. I finally stood up. "You know what, Harry? I'm sick of explanations! Twice I caught someone else's lips on top of yours. You're so unfaithful. I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!" I ran again, and took off my shoes. I threw them and ran. Ran all the way outside to a nearby Hilton where I got a room. No one questioned my raccoon eyes, or lack of shoes. A few fans asked for an autograph, and I gave them one, not wanting to seem rude.

As soon as I finished, I ran to my room and closed the door. I pulled my phone out to see forty missed calls from Harry and ten from Niall, twenty from Zayn, and fifteen from Liam. I even saw seventeen from Louis. I just ignored the calls and took off my makeup and cried myself to sleep. When I woke up, I turned on the TV. There was this huge story about me and Harry and me dumping him because 'he didn't look good.' Then, there were pictures of me going into the Hilton and pictures of my room number. "Crap." I said aloud. I checked my phone. 435 missed calls. I ran into the bathroom and took out my knife. I dragged the blade across my skin and cried out in pain. Then I cleaned up the cuts, and I decided to call Louis since he was closest to Harry. He picked up on the first ring. "Love, where are you? We've been so worried!" "At a hotel, he cheated Louis!" I cried, voice cracking. "He what?" "He was snogging with that pig, Caroline Flack." "I'll be there in two minutes." He hung up, and sure enough, in two minutes, he was at my room. As soon as he saw me, he engulfed me in a huge bear hug. Then I walked over and sat on the bed. I didn't know what to do so I just sat there. "Tell me what happened." He said, rubbing circles on my back. I told him the story and he hugged me again. Tears ran down my cheeks but I didn't look like a raccoon anymore because I took my makeup off. My eyes were red and puffy. "He won't eat or go to practice. All he does is lay in bed and call you." Louis said. "Louis, do you really think he cheated on me?" I asked, tears forming in my eyes. "I don't know, maybe you should let him explain." I got up frustrated. "But this type of thing has happened before! Who am I supposed to believe?!" I asked, helpless. "Love, change and we'll talk, okay?" I went into the bathroom and changed into a pair of jeans with a white tank top with a picture of a cheetah print bow on it and grey low-tops. I went to hug him, but my shirt slightly lifted up and he saw the scars. There were two now, one from this morning and one from the other day. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "Again?" He whispered, a tear falling. I quickly pulled down my shirt but the damage was already done. "Jane why are you doing this? We love you. Harry loves you." "Loved! Harry loved me! And then he cheated on that girl. No one loves me, Louis!" "I do!" He screamed, voice cracking. And then he did the unexpected. He kissed me and gripped onto me. I tried to pull away but it was no use and before I knew it, I was off of him and a hurt expression crossed my face. "What about Eleanor? What about Harry? Louis!" Tears fell and he looked at the ground."I'm sorry, I...I had to do that once. Please, Jane, that never happened okay?" "Alright, Louis. But we're just friends, okay?" A smile spread across his face. "Good." He pulled me into a hug and then we went to the bathroom. He got a bandaid and covered my cut. "Never again." 

We drove to Harry's house. I was hoping he wouldn't be home. As soon as I walked in, I froze. There was Caroline flack again, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, attacking Harry with kisses. As soon as I saw them, I grabbed a knife and ran to the bathroom, locked the door and started crying. "Jane!" Louis screamed, crying. Harry threw Caroline off him as they tried to beat down the door. But I didn't hear them over the sound of tears.

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