It Really Is Complicated - A One Direction Fanfiction

Julie has finally found the right boy and is head over heels in love. But no matter how much she loves her boyfriend, their relationship gets pretty complicated. She cheats on him, with his best friend, because she can't help it. He has a drunken affair. In the band he's in, there's a guy who likes her. How much trouble could she go through? (14+)


11. Cries and friends

I felt my vision getting blurry. The alcohol made my head spin. My legs felt weak as tears came flooding my burning cheeks. I closed my eyes letting myself collapse on the cold concrete. Last thing I felt were two shaking hands tightly grabbing my arms.



I woke up on a soft mattress, snuggled in a blanket with a pair of strong arms holding me. I left whoever was that was holding me know that I was awake so he loosened his hold. I turned around to see Zayn looking at me with tired eyes. Suddenly, everything came back through my mind. Me cheating on Harry at the party, Harry having sex with Taylor, and me fainting.


I let my already red eyes drop some more tears and got out of bed rapidly. I started yelling at Zayn like a mad person telling him to get out. He sighed, runned his fingers through his hair and left the room, shutting the door behind him.


I cradled in a corner and started crying again. First of all, I wasn’t in a hospital, which is odd since I fainted. Well, Zayn knows me… I faint quite awkwardly and I never need medical assistance. Then, the image of Taylor screaming Harry’s name made me angry. And then I just couldn’t help thinking of it anymore and remembered how it was me that actually cheating on Harry while he only had a drunken affair. So I sobbed for half an hour, when Zayn came in. I got up and started weakly punching him in the arms and chest. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me in for a hug, letting me stain his shirt with salty tears. He stroked my hair while whispering ‘Shh’ in my ear.

-Darling, stop crying. It isn’t worth it. He’ll come by later and explain.

-NO! I yelled

-I give up, I’ll send Perrie in here, and you girls need to have some advice sesh or whatever you call it.

He left again disappointed and a few minutes later I heard a shy knock on the door.


-Come in, I tried saying with a trembling voice

Perrie came in with a big bowl of chocolate ice cream. I smiled at the sight. She sat me on the bed offering me the bowl, and starting explaining to me that he was definitely drunk and didn’t intend to do anything wrong. She was patting my back and talking to me really slowly and calmly. Her voice and accent were so peaceful, that I stopped crying very fast.

-How long have I been asleep for? I asked, wiping the mascara under my eyes.

-Oh not long, love. It’s been like 9 hours or so.

I nodded, recognizing my usual stress faint.

-Thank you, Perrie, I said, giving her a hug.

-No problem. Now you finish your ice cream and stop crying. Harry will come over soon to apologize. She got up and was about to leave when I blurted the question that has been eating me inside.

-Wait! Where was Harry last night? I mean, where did he spend his hangover?

-Oh he’s at Liam’s. We made sure he’s got daddy there to give him a good scold and grapefruit juice. She smiled and left.


As soon as she left, I found my phone charging on the nightstand. There was 1 message from Harry and about 5 calls from Liam. I opened the calls to see he had called me this morning, maybe to update me on Harry’s pitiful status. Then I opened the message. 5 simple words, nothing less, nothing more: ‘I’m sorry, I Love You’.

Way to apologize for having sex with someone else, Styles.

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