Freedom Isn't Only Physical(One Direction Fanfic)

Mary(also known as Mars Bars) was one of the girls you would consider popular. She had a normal life, better than the average person would--but when her father is murdered during a day at work, her mother becomes an empty shell. After a night the both regret, Mary leaves her house in search of a new life--and just so happens to run into five boys that change her life.
(Fanfic about One Direction... and a specific boy. Taken at a realistic pace(I hope). I don't own the cover image!)


20. Before You Heal, You Must Be Torn (3)


I was at a loss for words, paralyzed in my spot. He towered over me, eyes wide and breathing hard. My breath matched his from my extended run, and I began to push up at his chest, a panic overcoming me.

"Get off!" I squealed, and he simply looked at me, confused, for a while longer until quickly jumping up. Straightening himself, he reached down. Unsure, I lifted my hand to grasp his. I was relieved that he wasn't one of those men, but I...

"Sorry," he said slowly, gasping still. He helped me to my feet but didn't drop my hand, clinging onto it like it was a lifeline. "I can't believe you," he scolded through gasps.

I yanked my hand, drawing it aggressively to my side. He continued to talk, "We've been looking for you forever! Why did you just leave? Good Lord, I can see why your mother--" he cut off, all anger seeping from his eyes. I swallowed hard.

"What about Alexandra?" I growled through gritted teeth, narrowing my eyes at him. Now it was his turn to become nervous.

"Forget it," he huffed, shaking his head. "Come on, let's go back."

I glanced around, sighing slowly as my breath finally returned to it's normal pace. "We're lost, Liam," I told him. Where were we?

He huffed again, looking straight at me. A small, lopsided smile colored his lips. "Nah, just follow me. I'm the fastest at running, so the guys sent me to get you. I hope to God they aren't taking a joy-trip..."

They searched for me. This far. First on foot, then in a car.

Boy, did I feel special.



All of them were irritable in the car. They screamed at each other for no reason. I tried to hide my amusement, but it didn't work so well. And that's how Zayn and I started fighting.

"Stop laughing! You did this!" he shouted at me.

"You didn't have to stalk me," I snapped back, scowling at him.

"We're not so heartless, Mary. We weren't going to let you just wander!" he retorted, struggling to keep his voice in check.

"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, Bradford Bad Boy," I sassed back.

He didn't reply, only struggled to remain calm. I smirked victoriously.

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