New Life

Maddie's terrifying past is behind her, she's ready to start a new perfect life with her boyfriend Harry, and best friends Zayn and Louis. She's happy, free, relaxed, and in love. Will a simple mistake ruin everything for her future? Will a simple 5 minuets change her life forever?
*Sequel to 'Remembering Katy Perry'. You might have a hard time following along if you haven't read the first book, so check it out(:*


10. Empty Cab

Maddie's Pov 



"Omg. Harry Styles!!!!!!!"

A few groups of girls comes running at us, along with guys with cameras, telling us to smile pretty. 

"Harry..?"I mutter under my breath, reaching for his hand. 

He sighs impatiently and snatches it away. 

"Your going to have to learn to deal with this" he hisses back. 

What the fuck. He's starting to piss me off. I shove past him, bumping his shoulder and instantly feel my ribs scream in pain. Guess they're not healed yet. I double over for a second, trying to regain my composure. 

Someone places a hand on my back and shove it off, standing up and storming away. I'm so completely over Harry's attitude. 

"Where are you going?" he yells after me. 

"Away from you!" I shout back. 

Why does he even care anyway? I'm dealing with this, just like he wanted me to! 

"Maddie, wait!" 

I ignore his plea for me to stop, and continue walking. The paparazzi are firing questions at both Harry and I at this point, and I feel like punching everyone of them in the face. 

"Are you and Harry fighting already!?" 

"Maddie!! What has poor little Harry done to piss you off!?" 

"You were stabbed, correct? How does that affect your relationship with Harry!?" 

One of the guys grabs my arm, and I lose it.


The terminal goes silent. Everyone's staring at me with disbelief, including Harry. I'm so glad his mom didn't see this. 

I couldn't take everyone screaming questions at me. I was already pissed off and in a bad mood, and this so didn't help. 

Harry's the first person to move, as he speeds toward me. Oh hell, this doesn't look good. He looks super mad. I feel the color drain from my face as he grabs my arm a bit to tight, and starts pulling me toward the bathrooms. 

"Can I talk to you?" he asks through gritted teeth. 

I don't dare say anything back as he drags me into the family bathroom, away from crazy fans and dirty paps with cameras. 

"Harry. Let go. Your hurting my arm" I tell him, finally finding my voice. 

He releases his iron grip and starts to pace around the empty room. I rub my arm gingerly where Harry was holding and watch him pace, both of us still fuming. 

"What the fuck was that?" he finally asks, gesturing toward the door. 

"I could ask you the same thing" I reply cooly. 

He opens his mouth, as if to say something, then shuts it again. The methodical pacing continues as he clenches and unclenches his fists. 

He finally stops and turns toward me, red in his cheeks. 

"Do you realize how much this could hurt us, Maddie?" he asks, voice dangerously low. 

Is he talking about us as a couple, or us as in One Direction? Because frankly, either way, the consequences of this won't be life ruining.

When I don't answer, he throws his hands up in the air and gives a sarcastic laugh. 

"Do you even fucking care what management will do to us because of you?" 

So he's talking about the band. And what the hell does he mean, 'because of you'? He started this! If he would've acted just a bit nicer toward me, I wouldn't if stormed off. 

I could've let everything go, until he rejected me and told me to deal with everything on my own. That hurt. Its only the second time I've been in front of people, and he expects me to be perfectly okay with everything? Act like its nothing? 

No! I can't do that. I need someone there to teach me how to act, and to make sure I'll stay safe. Obviously, Harry does not want to be that person. 

Fine. If he doesn't want to do it, I won't force him. I'll make sure he'll never have to deal with my problems with crowds again. I'll make sure he never has any more problems with management because of me. I'll make sure he never have to hurt his mom again, because of me. 

Harry deserves someone better than me, and I'll make sure he finds that girl. 

"No, Harry. I don't. But I won't stick around to find out. I'm leaving tonight to go to Zayn's early. Tell your mom it was lovely meeting her, but something came up. I'll stay out of your way at Zayn's, and you won't have to worry about me causing anymore problems with management anymore. You deserve someone better than me. I've always known that, I just wanted to live in the moment, enjoy what we had, while we had it, you know? But I knew from the start, I wasn't good enough. You can and will do better, Harry. I'm sorry, but we're done. 

My voice cracks at the end, as I choke out the unspeakable words. I feel my heart shrink to practically nothing, and the blackness start to come back. 

I look up at Harry and watch him repeatedly shake his head. 

"No no no no no no.." he mutters, reaching out for me. 

I feel a sob escape my chest as I pull away from him. Every nerve in my body screams to go to him, and hide in his arms, and say everything's going to be okay. 

But it's not okay, Maddie! You have no right to date him! He's beautiful, and talented, and nice, and funny, and everything you've ever dreamed of. And what are you? A fucked up little freak. 

I nod my head at Harry, and mutter "I'm Sorry" before escaping out the door into the sea of paps. 

"Hey! Maddie! Why are you crying?!"

"Are you and Harry over!?" 

"How do you think the fans will react!?" 

"They'll love it.." I mutter under my breath, through the steady stream of hot tears. 

I shove through all the paps and make my way to an exit. Finding an empty taxi, I crawl in and pull out my phone, still crying. 

I insert in the number and listen to the phone ring three times, begging for them to pick up. 

"Hello?" Asks the familiar, comforting, voice. 

"Were done.." I sob into the phone, feeling my heart collapse. 

I just lost the one person I love most. 

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