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(:*


2. Freak Out

"This girls being a bitch, bro" the guy replies instantly. 

I slam my head against the back of the seat and sigh out of frustration. What the fuck is this guy doing? 

"What do you mean?" Harry asks. 

I spin toward him and stare, confused and a little hurt. Why did he just let that guy call me a bitch? That's not something he normally just let's go. Is he mad at me? He shouldn't be. I haven't done anything. 

I search his face for some hint of regret or anger, but find nothing. Maybe I am being to bitchy. 

"All I did was ask a harmless question, and she completely took it the wrong way! Then started cussing me out when I tried to explain myself and called me some very rude names. I will admit I called her cunt, but only cause she is one." 

That's twice now he's called me that. He's called me a bitch and a, you know, in front of Harry. Is he going to say something this time?

I turn my head slightly toward him and watch as his eyes turn a shade darker. His fingers come together to form a fist and he's slightly shaking. 

"Do you know who I am?" he growls at the guy. 

This isn't going to end well. Harry is really pissed off. I gently place my hand on his leg and run my thumb up and down, trying to calm him down a bit. 

He flicks his eyes toward me, questioningly. 

"It's ok. Relax a little.." I whisper to him. He shakes his head and opens his mouth as if to say something, but is interrupted by the guy yelling, "Oh! Dude! Your that guy from the British boy band! The one that girls are like, fucking bat shit crazy for!" 

Harry nods his head and continues. 

"Do you know who this girl is?" 

He flicks his head toward me, not breaking eye contact with the guy. 

The guy looks between us confused, and rests his eyes on my hand. Something must of clicked in the guys head, because he suddenly raises his hands and places them on his head. 


"Fuck is right!" Harry roars. 

"Who the fuck do you think you are calling this girl a cunt, huh?!" 

I pull my hand away from his leg a move a little in my seat toward Brianna. I've never heard Harry like this. It's a little scary. 

I notice everyone on the plane is looking in our direction now. 

"I-I didn't know, bro!" 

"What did you ask her?" Harry asks, his voice dangerously low. 

The guy shakes his head and looks at his buddies desperately, searching for some sort of help.

I watch the stewardess peek her head out and look around for where the all the noise is coming from. 


Ok, this needs to stop. He needs to calm down or were going to get in trouble. And the last thing he needs is for the media to find out. 

I tentatively place my hand on his shoulder, and try not to think aboy my nervously beating heart. 

"Harry.." I whisper to him. 

"What!?" he barks back, clearly frustrated. 

I ignore the hurt I feel from his tone and rub his shoulder a little bit. 

"Let it go, please." 

His brows come together as he turns toward me. 

"I can't just let it go, Maddie. Did you not hear what he called you!?"

I really don't like the way he's talking to me. Its close to the same way Ryan used to talk to me.

"Of course I heard, but if the media-" 


I move away from him, honestly frightened, and remove my hand. 

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. 


I interrupt him and force a small smile on my face. 

"Forget it" I whisper, voice breaking and the threat of tears spilling over. 

I need to get out of here. I can't breath, at all. Everyone's watching me, including Brianna and the douche-dick who started this. I feel the panic start to rise in my stomach. 

I desperately look around to find something to help me calm down and finally see Brianna stand up. 

"Here. Go to the bathroom, hun" she gently whispers, allowing me to walk through. I silently thank her and try to push my way through, but get stopped by someone's hand on my wrist. 

"I'm sorry I ye-" 

"Forget it, Harry." 

I yank my wrist out of his grip and rush out into the aisle way. There's not one person on this plane who's not looking at me. I feel my breathing quicken as the panic starts to rise. 

They're judging me. All of them. They think I'm crazy. And stupid. Oh my God. I jog down the aisle way, watching the faces blur together. 

I finally reach the bathroom and throw the door open, barley breathing. What is going on!? Normally I can deal with stuff like that! 

What just happened? I splash a little cold water on my face, trying to relax myself a little. I really hope Harry's calmed down now. 

I find the wall, and slide down till I'm on the floor, hugging my knees. 

*Bzz Bzz* 

I pull my phone out. 

'New Text Message From : Carrot(: -Are you guys going to Zayn's?'

Of course I'm going to Zayn's. I toss my phone in my lap, not bothering to reply. 

My breathing has gone back down and the panics nearly gone at this point. I still don't want to go out yet. I'll give Harry a few more minuets to calm down. 

*Knock Knock Knock* 

"Maddie. Are you ok? Can I come in?" 

Speaking of the devil. I sigh and flick the lock switch up with my foot, being I'm to lazy to stand up and do it. He walks in and shuts the door behind him. 

I keep my eyes glued to the floor, refusing to look at him. He legitimately scared me today, and yelled at me. I think I have the right to be a little pissed off at him. 

"I'm sorry I yelled at you.." 

That's it? That's all he's got? I still don't look up, but feel him slide down next to me. 

"I really shouldn't of. But it's been a long day and that guy had no reason to call you what he did. I didn't want him to think he could." 

I pick at what little nail polish is left on my nails. 

"You scared me, Harry" I whisper, looking up at him. 

He looks shocked at first, but a pained look replaces it as he pulls me toward him. 

"I really, truly, honestly, did not mean to do that. I would never, ever purposely want to scare you like that, and you know it. That guy.. He really bugged me and I don't know what came over me." 

I nod my head, knowing how he feels. 

"Just, please don't do it again" I say, locking eyes with his beautiful, breath taking, green eyes. 

A cheeky smile pops up on his face. 

"Never" he whispers, lifting me onto him. I wrap my legs around his torso and gently press my lips to his. 
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