Maturity is a Choice

{Sequel to Age Is Just A Number}

It's been two and a half years since Ski became One Direction's photographer and Harry's new girlfriend. She's now seventeen, turning eighteen and she can now tell the press her and Harry are dating once eighteen. Also, the boys are going on tour in America and the boys and Ski are very excited but what happens when Ski gets jealous about all the girls Harry keeps hanging with, and Niall starts drinking to hide his feelings, and when Zayn finds a girlfriend that only wants his fame and money? Why don't you read to find out?


6. What a Day

Ski's P.O.V


While running into the hallway I ran into Ryan.

"Oh my, Ski are you alright?"

I completely ignored him and continued running down the hall. I came around to my room and ran in.

"Grrr!" I was full of so many emotions. Anger, sadness, confusion, and many other things but I think mostly anger. I needed to relief my anger, NOW.

I started grabbing everything that was a few feet away from me and throwing it across the room. A grabbed a few magazines that were placed on a small table next to the front door of my room, and threw them at the wall. It hit against it making a loud BANG.

I grabbed the vase that was also on the table and chucked it. It didn't break but it did leave a big mess on the floor. The next thing I knew, I was throwing the smal table itself. It didn't break but one leg snapped in half.

I continued throwing objects for who knows how long. Most objects became glass and shattered everywhere. A few pieces of glass ended up in my leg and my arms, making me bleed.

"Dang it!" I screamed in pain.

I fell to the floor clutching my leg. A huge pieve of glass stuck out and blood flowed from where it pierced into my skin.

Shakily, I reached for it and grabbed it. Bad idea. I screamed once again in pain. I inhaled a deep breathe and bit my bottom lip. Quickly, I grabbed the glass and yanked it out of my leg. I bit down harder on my lip and I could already taste the blood.

My vision started to become a little blurry and foggy. I looked down at my leg to see it covered in blood. I almost fainted at the sight. Suddenly, black dots started to appear and before I knew it, my head fell to the ground and everything was gone.



"Come on Ski, wake up."

The mysterious voice sounded rather familiar. I tried to do what it said. Wake up.

With all my strength, I opened my eyes slowly. It was hard adjusting to the light that was shoning through.

"Oh thank goodness." I heard him say. Him-- it's a guy.

I looked up and saw a big buff man.

"Paul?" I rubbed my head and looked around. I was in an hotel room. I think it was mine. There were books and glass everywhere. Why?

Suddenly in quick flashes, I remembered everything that has happened. Harry and I fighting. The boys fighting. The glass. Everything.

"Paul, where are the boys?" I asked. Did they know what happened to me? Would they care? Well duh Ski, they're the most down-to-earth guys you have ever met. Well, what about Harry, would he care?

"They're finishing up their concert," he said putting a cold towel to my leg, "and no they don't know what happened to you if that's what you're thinking."

I nodded and my gaze fell to my arms and legs. I gasped at the horrific sight infront of me. There were small cuts on my leg except for a big one that was still oozing blood. My arms and wrists were bruised. I guess I landed on them for support when I fainted.

Paul carefully helped me up, making sure to not touch any of my cuts. He slung an arm over me and helped me walk to my bed. Laying down, I winced in pain. Gosh, Ski, why do you have to go throw glass? Why couldn't you be normal and just scream into a pillow?

"Ski, we need to talk about why you did this," Paul said pointing to the cuts on my legs.

"Okay, err..." I paused. Should I tell Paul? I guess I should, he has a right to know. I took a deep breathe before talking again, " it all started when we first arrived here in Cali..."

I started to explain to him about everything that has happened. From when Harry got surrounded by girls and the mystery chick from the airport to us fighting and all the way to where I am now. His emotions were mixed throughout my whole speech. It went from pity to sorrow to a little bit of anger then emotionless. His mouth formed a straight line as his lips pressed together.

"Well," he sighed scratching his temple, "you know we have to cover this up so went won't have fifty million paps on our back." he said.

I knew this conversation was going to be brought up sooner or later. Any simple situation could be turned into complete chaos because of a person with a camera.

"Yeah I know, what do I need to do?" I asked. I hope it was nothing drastic like never going outside until these heal.

"I know it's summer and it is very hot here in America during the summer but you're going to need to cover up as much as possible."

I groaned throwing myself backward onto my back. All I brought were shorts and loose shirts. Maybe a few jeans and long sleeves for rainy days but that was it. This summer was suppose to be fulled with fun in the sun not cuts, fights and covering clothing.

I got up and made my way toward a dresser that came with the hotel room. I shuffled through it until I found the exact items I wanted. I walked over to Paul and threw him three pairs of jeans and two long sleeve shirts.

"That's it?" he raised one eyebrow questioning my clothes. I gave a nod and a simple 'yup'.

"I'll have Lucy come over and take you out for shoppping. Being that it is night, this would be the best time to shop." he stood up and made his way toward the front door.

"Wait who is Lucy?" I called after him. I didn't bother moving out of my position. I didn't want to hurt anymore.

Without answering me he slammed the door shut.

I guess I should get dressed now then. Who knows when this Lucy chick is getting her. I slipped on a pair of  dark skinny jeans which was the most dreadful thing I have ever did in my entire life. I put on a short sleeve shirt and put a hot pink jacket over it then slipped on hot pink TOMS. I pulled my hair up into a tight ponytail and put a bow in it. I may be in pain every waking second but man do I know how to look good.

Knock Knock

"Hey Ski, it's Lucy."

I walked across the hotel room and opened the door. There stood a woman around the same height as me wearing light jeans and a nice navy blue blouse. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight bun and a navy blue flower wrapped around it to match her blouse.

"Hi, you must be Ski, I'm Lucy." she held out a a hand and I shook it. She had on a gentle smile which made me ease up a bit. She seems like she has a good personality, let's just hope she has a good sense of style.


"How about this one?" she held out a olive green sweater that had hot pink butterflies on the front. I did a gagged reaction and she immediatly put it back.

"How about this?" she held up a lavender sweater that had the words 'troublemaker'

I burst out laughing at the words. You know how when you're listening to music and a song comes on that describes exactly how you feel? Well I guess clothes can too. I grabbed the sweater and made my way toward the front of the store. I think we bought enough for now.

We paid at the front which ended costing more than $100. Lucy didn't mind spending so much money. She even said that she loves money, only to spend it on other people! But all in all, we did buy a lot of clothes. Mostly shirts but we did buy some cute jeans.

We stopped by Starbucks to pick up some coffee. I bought a latte and she bought some weird french thing. We then started walking toward the hotel which was only a walking distance away.

 "Goodness, it's hot outside!" I exclaimed while taking off my jacket.

"Ski, no!" Lucy screamed. I stood frozen, hands still on my half way off jacket. I looked around and saw we created a small scene. People were looking at us but mostly me. I noticed the cuts and bruises were showing from my arms and some from my wrist. I quickly pulled up my jacket and fast waled toward the hotel.

Quickly, Lucy fell into step behind me. "Oh my gosh, Ski. I am so sorry. I didn't mean to cause that much attention." she intently whispered.

"It's fine. I shouldn't have taken my jacket off anyway."

We reached the hotel sooner than I thought. Out of breath from the fast walking, I looked around. I'm pretty sure we lost the group of people following us but I did notice a few paps in the bushes.

"I'll walk you to your room." Lucy said noticing the papz as well. She grabbed my arm and led me toward the ekevator.

Once we reached the top floor we said our goodbye's.

"Oh and thanks a lot Lucy. For being so nice, the clothes- everything." she smiled and pulled me into a hug. We both said goodnight and she walked away. I entered my room and there was no trace of shattered objects anywhere. I guess no cleaning for me.

I set my shopping bags down on the mini kitchen table that the hotel provided and walked into my room. I looked around and noticed all of Harry's stuff is gone. I was glad yet heartbroken. I missed him so much...

Changing into pajama shorts and a tank top was easier than I thought it was gonna be. I slipped under the covers and laid down. I sighed from thinking onto today's events,

"What a day."

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