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!)

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10. Death By Kindness

Harry, Louis, Zayn, Niall, Liam... they were my knight-and-shining armors. I could never repay them, ever. They paid off 2 months of everything on my bill. They bought me food to store in a mini-refrigerator in my hotel room, given me two-hundred dollars for no reason, and restocked my medicine supplies.

My heart hurt. This had to be death by kindness.

I clutched the soft fabric of my t-shirt, inhaling air through the thin cotton. I wanted to cry again, like when I lied--twice. It felt so good to sob myself into nothingness, shudder with the release of pain while tears rolled, hot and freely, down my cheeks that were rubbed raw with the constant effort of wiping them away. I refused, however, to break down again, knowing that if I continued to break that promise that I would never be able to even wear a fake smile.

With these thoughts, these promises I continued to swear into the darkness, knowing that I would break them in the future, I fell into a black oblivion.

If only I knew, at the time, how many promises I would break. And how soon.

 

 

"Hey, you," the boy said, a smile brightening his features. I smiled in return, sprawling out on the picnic blanket, picking at the wooden basket that had just begun to wear down.

"Hey, you," I mocked in his voice, flickering my eyes his way. He chuckled and flopped down beside me, grabbing the basket and pulling it to him.

"Mine!" I teased, grabbing at it greedily. How dare he try and take my food away? The very thought!

He laughed again, rolling onto his back and away from me. I scowled and scooted closer, snatching the handle and pulling it away from him, then abruptly standing and dancing away. I held it out in-front of me like it was a prize, giggling like a demented hyena while I escaped his arms again and again.

"Can't touch this!" I shouted behind me.

 

 

"...well that's new," I coughed, sitting upright like a stiff board in the bed, the sheets pulled tightly around me. It was suddenly too hot, and I squirmed around, pushing them away aggressively like they tried to bite me, eat me alive, chew on my bones. I felt queasy, panicked about the boy I dreamed about. Stupid freakin' cute guys I don't know, making me go goo-go-gagga over them like some type of... of... weakling.

I suppose that's how normal girls feel, all butterflies and girly.

Man, I need to go on a walk.

 

 

"Well, well," someone tsked behind me. Instantly, my fists clenched in my jacket pockets, tightening into balls of fury. "If it isn't Mary!"

I spun on my heels, prepared to fight--or run if need be--as I spun around to see no other than...

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