1. Close to Nothing *Finished*

Maisey-- the "weakling". The quiet one. The one everyone leaves out. The one no one understands. The one often called "loner" or "wimp". The one that does all that she can to understand others, but just can't. The one that finally meets the guy of her dreams, but there's no way he'll ever be into her.
Maisey... The one who has close to nothing to live for. But only one person can change that. But first, he'll have to notice her. Or maybe... she'll have to notice HIM.

(Warning: some scenes that may not be appropriate for readers younger than 13-15 years old. Reader discretion advised.)


6. Coverup (WARNING 13+)

Harry's POV

I awoke to a note taped to my forehead. It was about mid-day. Great, Harry, you missed another day of school. I removed the note from my face and read it to myself:




You were drunk at Figlio's, so I brought you home. Your car is parked downstairs. 


Maisey x


I had messed up our first official date. Wonderful. Now she was probably upset. I guess I tend to get a little carried away when it comes to wine or any kind of alcohol, really. I could vaguely remember what she was wearing last night, but it was only a thought. I got up from the sofa, making my way to the bathroom.

When I looked in the mirror, I had a pink lipstain on my cheek. I grinned, deciding to leave it there. Maisey would probably be concerned that I didn't show up at school today. 


To Maise: 

Hey, I'm sorry.

From Maise:

In class. Ttyl..


I clenched my jaw. She seemed a little upset. Maybe it had something to do with Elizabeth... I swear to God, if that girl does anything to Maisey, she will feel the wrath of One Direction-- not in a good way.


Maisey's POV

I hurried through the hallways the whole school day-- just hoping I wouldn't have to face off with Elizabeth. I kept my head down, and once the dismissal bell rang for 8th period, I dashed down the hallway. I caught glimpse of her as I ran out the door, and her fuming eyes followed me with hatred. I quickly got into my car, speeding out of the parking lot. The chase was on for her. She had me running, and she knew she could catch up. 

For some reason, I just started crying. Heavy tears gushed out of my eyes, sobs escaping my throat. The tears blurred my vision as I tried to drive, causing me to swerve. I glanced at my mirror, noticing that Elizabeth was right behind me in her car. There was no where for me to go besides Harry's flat. She'd have to go through ID check before coming into the complex, anyways, though I really didn't want to talk to Harry. Him being drunk and inviting me out in public had ruined everything.

I finally reached the complex, quickly going through security check. I practically leaped out of my car, sprinting up the stairwell to his level. I knocked feverishly at the door-- tears still streaming down my face. Nonchalantly, Harry opened the door. He'd been sleeping... and drinking. 

"Maisey," his eyes widened. "What's going--"

"Move," I yelled, running inside; shutting the door behind me. "She's here."

Harry stopped in his tracks, his eyes searching the room nervously. Then, he suddenly calmed.

"Just go into the bedroom," he started. "She can mess with me if she wants, but she'll regret it."

I ran off to the bedroom, locking the door behind me. Feverishly, I curled up underneath the duvet and sobbed uncontrollably. There was no end to my rush of tears, and I had no clue what they were for. All I could do was wait. Hushed voices communicated outside the bedroom door, making me shiver. It sounded like... Louis? I instantly calmed, burying my face in my knees. 

"Maisey?" a raspy voice from the door hesitantly approached me. 

"Go away," I sniffled.

"Babe, I'm so, so..."

"Save it," I interrupted in a rather rude manner.

"Can we talk about it?" his weight made me lean a little to the other side of the bed, stiffening my body.

"Harry, I don't want to talk," I said quietly. "I'm too busy being scared to death."

"I won't let her hurt you," he placed a gentle hand on my hip. I shook him off coldly. "Maisey, I'm not leaving until you look at me."

I hesitantly opened my tightly shut eyes, turning my head to face him. His bright green eyes were glittering with tears. He frowned, bottom lip pouting;reaching his hands towards me. I struggled to remain strong, but eventually had to give in. I sat up, opening my arms towards him. He rolled onto the bed, wrapping me up in a tight embrace. 

"Please, never get mad at me," he whispered, kissing the top of my head. "I don't know what I'd do without hearing your voice."

"Mmm," I hummed, wrapping my legs around him. It was just too hard to stay mad. I buried my face into his chest, breathing in his cologne. The bedroom door swung open, and Louis' voice hissed something I couldn't comprehend. Harry apparently understood, scooping me up in his huge arms, carrying me elsewhere. I ended up in the spare bedroom-- an airy room with nothing more but a box of clothes.

"Stay here," Harry warned, his brow furrowed. I nodded, scooting up against the wall. What was going on? Suddenly, a shout rang out. It sounded sort of like, "That SLUT!" I whimpered quietly. It was Elizabeth. How the hell did she even get into the complex!? 

I heard Harry's raspy voice interrupt hers, "She's my girlfriend! And you're not going to hurt her any more than you already have!" I couldn't help but smile a little. He was defending me against the one person who's caused me the most pain in my life. I crawled over to the door, leaning against it as I listened to their conversation.

"That little bitch has ruined everything!" Elizabeth spat. "She doesn't deserve you, Harry." Her voice grew a little hushed, and I could almost feel what was happening. They both grew quiet, and all I could hear was their mouths touching, tongue's slipping into eachother's throats in a messy but forced manner. She had made a move on him. I stood up immediately, swinging open the door and dashing down the hall in a rage.

"Don't touch my boyfriend, bitch!" my eyes fell upon Harry--struggling to push a snog-thirsty Elizabeth off of him. He pulled his lips together tightly, thrusting his hand in her face to keep her away. I took action quickly, tackling her from behind. Louis ran out from the kitchen, mouth gaping at the brawl happening. I had Elizabeth on the floor, pinning her down with my knees.

"Get off me!" she screeched, teeth bared like an animal. "You little hoe! You need to piss off!"

"Nobody touches my boyfriend," I gnashed my teeth-- now I was the animal, making a mad wrath at her face, scratching down her cheek. She caught me in the jaw with a ring-encrusted fist.

"Well, break it up!" Louis stared blankly at Harry with wide eyes. "Harry, do something!"

"Oh, right," he grabbed my shoulders, peeling me off of Elizabeth-- hair frazzled. "Maisey, that's enough." I could tell he was holding back a burst of laughter. I swung my arms around me in an attempt to get Harry to let go.

"Let. Me. Go-o!" I screamed, twisting and squirming to get out of his grip. He held me tighter as Louis escorted Elizabeth out of the flat, giving her a rude shove as he reached the door.

"This isn't over!" she bellowed as the door slammed shut behind her. 


Harry's POV

Maisey was fuming when I finally let her go-- jaw clenched, eyes wide and reddened. A blue-ish bruise was forming at the square of her jaw, giving her a tough look. Her auburn hair was thrown messily over one side of her head, and there were scratches down her cheeks and arms. 

"Wow," was all I could say towards her almost evil-looking nature. "That was..."

Louis whistled, breathing heavily, "Terrifying."

"Harry, I could've handled her!" Maisey slapped me in the stomach, folding her arms across her chest. She turned away running a hand through her wild hair. 

"I know," I admitted. "But we don't need that."  She glared at me, her face flushing red, "You're cute when you're mad."

"Well, I'm gonna be freaking beautiful in a few seconds!!" she scrambled towards me, but was held back by a bewildered Louis.

"That's enough, Maisey," he told her, guiding her down the hall. "Harry, I'm gonna meet Eleanor at home. Good night."


I was almost... scared to go into the bedroom. I could hear Maisey pacing back and forth inside. The shadows of her feet shone from underneath the door, moving from one side to the other. I softly knocked on the door and the pacing stopped. 

"Maisey," I said softly.

"Come in," 

"A-are you settled down," I swallowed hard. 

"Yes," she sat on the bed with a plop. "I'm sorry... I just couldn't stand to see her--"

"It's fine, Maisey," I interrupted. "Really, I feel the same way all the time."

"Thank you," she whispered, tears brimming her eyes. She wrapped her arms around me, crying softly into my shoulder. 

I kissed her lightly on the neck, receiving a low moan in reply. I continued my pattern of kisses-- up the side of her neck to the bruise on her jawline, then to her lips. Her fingers run up and down my back, giving me chills as we pressed closer to eachother. She hastily slid the bathrobe off of my torso, revealing my chest and arms. She straddled my lap, legs around my waist as we kissed. 

Maisey's POV

I felt the bulge in his underwear grow more prominent as we continued kissing. I smiled through his lips, easing the bathrobe over his whole body. He fumbled with my shirt, slipping it smoothly over my head, then moving to my jeans. 

I lay on my back, breathing heavily as he pulled the denim down to my ankles, smirking at my navy lace knickers. He lay his body upon mine, our warm chests pressing against eachother. His firm grip on me made my sides ache, but I ignored it. He hurriedly stretched the elastic of my knickers over my bum, stopping for a moment to snog some more. I giggled as he tickled the inside of my thighs, sending shivers throughout my body. 

I sat there, with only my bra on as he eased his black knickers down his thighs to his ankles. My body quivered with anxiety. This was actually happening. Just a few seconds ago I was furious with this guy, and now we're seconds until making love... Our relationship is messed up. But I like it.

He met my eyes for a moment, as if to ask me, "Are you ready?" I managed a slight smile, but truthfully, I was afraid of disappointment. 

I closed my eyes as I braced myself, a dull pain growing in my abdomen. I felt him steadily ease himself in, hesitantly at first.  I opened my eyes to see Harry hovering over me, a throaty moan escaping his lips. I bit my tongue to hold back the whimper that so desperately scratched at my throat to express the pain I felt. I pressed my lips together firmly as his hips rocked against mine, giving me a sudden burst of pleasure. I groaned a little, moving with him as his waist withdrew and pressed further in. 

"Harry," I whimpered as the pain intensified in my abdomen. He slowed himself, nodding.

"Better?" he continued to move steadily. I nodded slightly, biting my lip. My hands were sprawled above my head, fumbling at my hair as we carried along. The pain subsided as my body adjusted, continuing to softly move with him. 

Sweat beaded along his brow as it furrowed, his eyes shutting tightly as we reached the end. He was almost fully in, my body completely adjusted. He picked up speed as our hips hit against eachother, a moan escaping his mouth.

"Harry," I groaned, touching his bare thighs as he climaxed, withdrawing before he came. "That was--"

"Amazing," he stared at me, bewildered, then fell onto his back next to me. "Are you sure that was your first time?"

I nodded, a smile creeping to my lips. He pulled me close to his bare chest, a surge of heat running through my body. I really had something to live for now. Or... someone.

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