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...


42. Chapter 42


It was 4:32am, Molly had been awake for well over 2 hours and before that had barely been to sleep for one. Her nerves were overwhelming and if she was being completely honest she hadn’t had a decent night sleep since the crash.

Especially tonight…

She was due in court at 9am, in four and a half hours she’d have to stand and look at that bastard that could of killed her, her friends and more importantly… her boyfriend.

The time seemed to be moving faster as she kept herself busy ironing her smart pencil skirt and white blouse.

It wasn’t until almost 7 that Harry finally woke up; from excessive hairspray usage yesterday his hair looked like one of those fibre optic lights. He attempted to tame it but gave up after spotting Molly sitting on Victoria’s bed in her court clothes.

“Mmm, hey,” Harry mumbled stretching his arms above his head. “How are you feeling beautiful?”

“I’m not feeling beautiful, that’s for sure,” She breathed looking up at Harry , her eyes were red and raw, mascara and eyeliner streaked her cheeks and her cheeks and nose were tinted with a slight sore looking red colour.

“Oh baby, come here,” He held the duvet up and gestured for her to join him back in bed.

“I’ll crease my outfit,” She mumbled sadly, “It took me an hour to get the blouse just right,”

“I’ll iron it again, don’t worry,” He breathed.

She remained hesitant for a few more seconds before giving in and climbing into bed next to him, she mumbled something incoherently and buried her face in his bare chest. “I’m… so scared,”

“It’s okay, he can’t hurt you now,” He promised placing gentle loving kisses on the top of her head. “I won’t let him hurt you again,”

She looked up into his eyes and knew he meant every word; it didn’t take long for her to press her lips passionately against his and run her fingers through his tousled hair.

“I love you Molly,”










“It smells weird in here,” Zayn noticed crinkling up his nose and looking over at Victoria. “Can you smell that?”

“Smell what?”

“Is that you? God, Vick did you take a bath in old women?!”

Victoria furrowed her brow slightly and let go of his hand, “This is the perfume you bought me actually,”

“Oh… then err… it can’t be you,” Zayn lied rather convincingly as he took her hand in his again. “Ooh look, Molly and Harry,” He breathed as the pair walked over.

“Hey party people,” Harry smiled weakly, they now stood less than a few feet away and Harry looked around confused. “It smells like my Nan in here,”

“SO!” Zayn interrupted quickly, “How long do you think he’ll get?” He looked awkwardly over at Victoria who hadn’t noticed Harry’s comment.

“Well… he did kill a guy? AND kidnapped TWO people, he’s a stalker, abusive, freakazoid… but knowing this legal system he’ll probably get a couple of years,” Victoria rolled her eyes.

“With a play station in his cell and 3 meals a day,” Zayn concluded.

“Ergh, where’s the justice?” Molly mumbled glumly.

A man in a thick black robe came towards them; he smiled warmly and gestured towards the door behind him.

“Miss Clark?”

“Errm… yeah that’s me,”

“Hello, I’m Simon Page and I’ll be representing you and Mr Styles,” He explained briefly, “If you’d like to follow me…”

“I wouldn’t,” Molly sighed looking down at her shoes, “But I will,”


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