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!)


21. Before You Heal, You Must Be Torn (4)

I crinkled the newspaper, my fingers curling into a fist over the paper. It was hopeless--absolutely hopeless! I would never find a suitable place to live other than this hotel. Not even an apartment. Besides, with what money? I couldn't ask the boys for more money. They'd already done so much for me... No, it wouldn't be right.

The boys. That dawned another thought. They were leaving on tour soon and had been devoting too much time to me. What about their fans? The boys couldn't just pay attention to me, it wasn't right. I sighed, rubbing my forehead absentmindedly and stood, walking over to the window. I brushed aside the curtain, stunned momentarily by the sight... Cameras clicked, men hunched over their screens with wicked grins etched on their faces. I gasped and swallowed hard, frozen in place. What did they want? They crowded the window, pushing forward and snapping pictures. Something dawned on me and I suddenly broke out of the panicked trance, reaching up and pushing the heavy curtain back to it's original spot.

"Oh, no," I murmured, clasping a hand over my mouth, my heart racing a million miles a minute. Why were they here? Surely something about my buddy-buddy with popular boy-band, One Direction. I ran at the door, smacking flat into it and I wiggled the locks, securing the door and peering through the peep-hole.

A beautifully shaped brown eye stared back at me. The person backed away, knocking lightly on the door and calling out in a rough voice, "Open up."

I flinched.

Shoot, surely they weren't at my door, asking for entrance? A second later, my phone beeped (that's right, new phone... guess who from?) from my pocket. I dug it out, reading the words:


From: Bradford Bad Boi

"Let me in, you bloody idiot!"


Oh. Well, that solved the mystery. I huffed, stuffing my phone back into my pocket and hastily unlocking the door, allowing a disguised Zayn into my room.

Then the door got locked. Again.

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