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!)


31. Don't Leave

    Gentle hands caressed my shoulders, rousing me to alert-fullness. There was a pang in my back from leaning against that damned wall for who knows how long, and I blinked my eyes in the face of no one other than Zayn Malik.

    My heart thrummed hard and loud in my chest and I threw my arms around his slender arms before he could say anything, pulling him to him and squeezing the breath from him relentlessly. He chuckled against my flesh and I breathed out as he hugged me back, sliding his arms around me. "You had me so worried," Zayn muttered, a snark tone to his voice. "I was ripping my hair out, you bloody minx," he said softly.

    I chuckled, loosening my grip on him and scooting over for him to settle on the concrete beside me, leather jacket pressed against the bricks. I drank in the majestic view of him, a small smile curling my lips upwards.

    "Don't worry about me, you have other problems to attend to, I'm a big girl-- I'm fine," I reassured, frowning a bit at the concern that continued to mare his features.

    "You're little, you liar. How can I not worry? You should have heard your voice..." he dead-panned softly, voice loosing it's familiar spark.

    "Hey," I quickly cut in, raising my palm to gently cup his cheek, watching as his eyes melted into unsure affection, "I'm alright, am I not? I just... had a bad night, alright? I appreciate you coming down here for me, Zayn. I wish you wouldn't have, but nonetheless, I appreciate it. Very much."

    "Of course, love," he said simply, and suddenly, the space between us was too much. However, loathe to decrease it, I folded my palms in my lap and looked away, eyes down onto my interlocked fingers.

    "So, tell me," Zayn quickly prompted, not allowing any silence to linger uncomfortably. "What had you so upset?" he asked, shifting nearer to me and throwing an arm over my shoulders. My flesh twitched at the contact and I took a sharp breath in, blinking in surprise at my own body.

    "Well..." I began, proceeding to tell him the story.

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