Lie To Me (A 1D Fanfiction) 14+

Molly is used to male admirers, she's not used to stalkers. And when she meets Harry Styles, things get even more complicated...

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39. Chapter 39

 

“How do I look?” Victoria quizzed as she stepped out from the bathroom, the backless black dress she’d chosen for Teagan and Louis’s party seemed like a good idea while she was in the shop but now wearing it and looking in the floor to ceiling mirror, she felt self-conscious about the scars on her back – thanks to Matt.
 

“You look ill,” Zayn pointed out tilting his head to the side.
 

“Really?” Victoria replied slightly disheartened by his comment, boyfriends were supposed to make you feel better not worse.
 

“Yeah…” Zayn began, “Maybe we should stay in,” He winked mischievously.
 

“Zayn…” Victoria chuckled.
 

“You look beautiful,” He stated.
 

“What about my scars?” She fretted turning her back to him and pulling her hair over her shoulder, “Are they still red? There’s only so much concealer I could put on,”
 

“You can’t even see them,”
 

“Promise?”
 

“Swear on my life,” Zayn smiled as she walked over and sat on the bed next to him. “You okay?”
 

“Hmm,”
 

“Liar,” He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her in close to him. “What’s wrong?”
 

“I’m just… it’s silly, don’t worry – you should be getting changed!” She ordered, yet made no effort to move from the comfort and safety of his arms.
 

“Vicky…” Zayn warned.
 

She shook her head and smiled brightly, “I’m fine,” He stared at her unconvinced. “You know when you’re famous?”
 

“IF we get famous,” Zayn corrected her.
 

“WHEN you get famous,” She insisted, he fought the smile creeping onto his lips and maintained the look of concern. “Are you gonna wanna still be with me? Or are you gonna fall for some thin-as-a-rake bimbo with the IQ of a potato?”
 

“You’re an idiot,” Zayn chuckled rolling his eyes.
 

“I’m being serious Zayn ,” Victoria breathed sadly.
 

He frowned and kissed her softly. “I am NEVER gonna leave you, okay?! You’re not THAT lucky!”

 

 

 


“We are SO late,” Molly groaned, “I hate being late and oh god look at your hair!” She breathed bounding over to Harry with a paddle brush in her right hand and a can of hair spray in her left.
 

“What’s wrong with my hair?” Harry asked defensively, he cringed as she tugged at a knot with the huge brush. “OUCH!”
 

“Harry, you almost died and you’re crying because I’ve pulled your hair?” Molly asked slightly amused.


“Well… you know… it hurt…” Harry mumbled rubbing at his head, “It’s your fault it’s a mess anyway; I wanted to be on top but noooo,” He added rolling his eyes.
 

“If you’re complaining then we don’t have t-”
 

“I’m not complaining,” Harry smiled.
 

“I didn’t think you would be,” She chuckled spraying his fringe and smiling at the finish project, “Gorgeous again,”


“Did I ever stop being gorgeous?”
 

“For a milli-second, yeah,”
 

“Charming,” He chuckled dragging himself onto his feet and making his way across the dorm room.
 

“GO GO GO, we have to outside in MINUS 15 minutes! Liam’s SO gonna leave without us,” Molly grumbled pushing on her stiletto heels and giving her make-up one last check in the dressing table mirror.


“I’m going as fast as I can Molly, it doesn’t help that you needed the bathroom for TWO hours for ‘essential’ pampering. Tell me beautiful; exactly how essential is a facial workout?”
 

“You’ll be thanking me in 10 years when I’m wrinkle free Mr ‘I-leave-everything-till-the-last-minute’,” Molly teased sticking her tongue out.
 

He stepped back out into the dorm room and smiled, “In 10 years? What’s to say we’ll last that long?”
 

Molly blushed and looked awkwardly down at her feet, “Well you know…”
 

“Don’t get me wrong, the idea of growing old with you gives my heart palpitations; but don’t you think you’ll get annoyed with me?”
 

“Oh I know I’ll get annoyed with you,” She smiled walking over and pushing him back into the bathroom. “But I can’t imagine me being with anyone else… except Matt, I was actually warming to him,” She added jokingly.
 

“You’ve completely ruined the romantic scene Moll,” Harry shouted through to her. “Matt can have you! You’re more trouble than you’re worth!” He quipped winking cheekily.
 

“HURRY UP!” Molly replied loudly.

 

 

 

 

 

 


“You’re so so young, are you sure you’re ready for this?” Teagan’s Mum – Teena - fussed taking her daughters hand in hers.
 

Teagan nodded firmly, “I’m not getting an abortion,”
 

“This is just… you barely know him,”
 

“But I love him Mum, I know that we’ll be amazing parents,”
 

“How do you know?!” She demanded, “What’s to say in a few years he’s not gonna run off with your best friend like your Dad did!”
 

“Dad ran off with my best friend?” Teagan cocked her eyebrows, Teena stared at her bemused, “He’d have a job on running off with himself, plus Louis’s not like Dad… he’s… seriously perfect,”
 

“Yeah, I thought the same… I just don’t want to see you getting hurt,” Teena breathed wiping at eyes, “You’re just… growing up so fast and it scares me sometimes, being in Melbourne doesn’t help… I can’t be here to protect you from things like this,”
 

“Protect me from condomless sex?”
 

“Teagan…”
 

“Sorry Mum,” Teagan mumbled looking down at her hands. “But I’m happy, Louis’s happy – this is what we want,” She assured her with a soft genuine smile.
 

For a second Teena just stared at her daughter before smiling slightly herself; it still amazed her how responsible and level-headed her daughter was. “That’s all that matters,” She breathed. “Where is this Louis? I wanna meet the boy that corrupted my baby,”
 

“Mum!” Teagan warned blushing slightly, “He’s just two foot away talking to Zayn and Victoria,”
 

“Victoria?”
 

“Zayn’s girlfriend. Mum, he’s not gonna cheat on me,” Teagan promised as she caught Louis’s gaze and offered him a weary smile.
He said his goodbyes and made his way over; he stretched out his arm and held his hand out for her Mum to shake.
 

“Hi, I’m Louis,”
 

“So I’ve been told,” An awkward silence set in as Teena studied Louis thoroughly. “Do you have a job?” She finally spoke.
 

“Err no, but me and my band have an audition with a Record Company in three days time, I’ve also got my inheritance from my Grandmother so even if I don’t get a job straight away I could still afford to kit out a nursery and pay the deposit on a flat,”
 

“Your band? Hardly realistic is it sweetie?”
 

“Mum! Don’t be so rude!” Teagan blushed.
 

“No that’s fair Teags, but all due respect if everyone thought like that the music industry would be pretty bland, just models and actresses trying their hand at something new – no one with any actual talent,”
 

Teagan smiled and nodded, she looked back to her mother who seemed disapproving. This was bad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


“Hey,” Louis breathed lacing his arms around Teagan and placing his hands on the small of her back, “How are you feeling?” He smiled; she cuddled into his chest as they swayed to whatever random 80’s song Zayn had chosen to ‘get down’ to.
 

“Hmm, I’m sleepy, I read about the baby sapping all your energy though, kind of prepared for it,”
 

“How?” Louis chuckled.
 

“My plan was to just fall asleep on you,”
 

“That’s fine by me,”
 

“You don’t really get a choice,” Teagan yawned, she turned in his arms and let her head fall back onto his shoulder.
 

“So, are we really gonna do this? Despite the fact your Mum hates me and your Grandmother thinks I should be shot?” Louis checked raising his eyebrows.
 

“We’re really gonna do this, I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I want this baby with you,”
 

Louis smiled widely and nodded, “You know I’ll look after you right? Despite what your Mom thinks,”
 

“She means well,” Teagan breathed as the slow music stopped and Baggy Trousers by Madness began playing – predictably the dance floor filled within seconds – Louis took his girlfriends hand and lead her over to a small table around the edge of the hall.
 

“She means she doesn’t want us having this baby,”
 

“Louis, do you want this baby?” Teagan checked.
 

“More than you know.” He promised.
 

She smiled and leant forward placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “Then who gives a crap what she thinks? My body, our baby – our decision, okay?”
 

Louis grinned and nodded slowly, “I love you,”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I am SO not sober right now,” Zayn hiccupped releasing Victoria’s hand for the first time tonight to place it over his mouth and groan. “Take me home?” He pleaded placing his head in her lap.
 

“It’s purely self inflicted, I have no sympathy for you,” Victoria stated running her fingers through his hair as he mumbled something inaudible.
 

“I think I might leave too, I’m feeling a bit tired,” Molly pouted, “What about you Harry? You’re looking a bit tired too,”
 

“No? I’m not tired, I’m…” Molly bit down on her bottom lip and glanced up at him through her dark lashes. “Oh, yes… tired… yawn, finding it hard to keep my eyes open… ahem…” He added, Harry was the kind of person that couldn’t lie if his life depended on it – his lips curled into a slight smile as he and Molly got up and gathered their things.
 

“Gross,” Victoria gagged turning her attention back to her wasted boyfriend.
 

“We’re tired!” Harry replied defensively.
 

“Oh please, I invented that excuse… go get gone,” Victoria chuckled as Molly bent down to hug her friend.


“See you later,” Harry waved as they left through the main exit.
 

“Bored now,” Victoria pouted, Zayn had seemingly gone to sleep with his head on her lap, Molly and Harry  had left to supposedly sleep, Teagan and Louis had been sitting in the corner kissing for the past half an hour and Liam and Stacey were ‘dancing’ and by ‘dancing’ the only literal definition would probably be dry humping.

 
Victoria spotted Saz walking towards her; would it be classed as hypocritical that she’d got back with Zayn so soon after they had their encounter?
 

“Hey hun,” Saz breathed sitting opposite her. “How are you after the crash?”
 

“I’m okay now, still scarred but there’s not a whole lot I can do about that is there?”
 

“Bio:Oil!” Saz suggested, “I swear by that stuff,”
 

“Thanks,” Victoria replied quietly.
 

“I errm… I wanted to tell you I’m sorry,” Saz breathed looking up from her hands, she offered a weary smile and Victoria smiled back.
 

“I forgive you, but can YOU forgive ME for bruising your fist with my face?”
 

Saz laughed and shook her head, “You didn’t bruise my fist,”
 

“Ahh see, no harm done then,” 

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