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!)


27. Fading Away Or Strengthening?

Two months had passed, and life was pretty much the same other than a few minor adjustments. I had cleaned up my apartment, it wasn't as shabby anymore. The walls had been repainted under my request, and I set out carpet. I saved up for a bed and got rid of that awful cot. Emma and I had gotten really close. She was like my best-friend now. When I Skyped with One Direction and she saw, she nearly fainted. I really thought I'd have to call the paramedics.

Their tour was almost over and One Direction would have down time for a while. I wondered if I'd ever see them again. They had swore we would, but I doubted it. How could I not doubt it? My relationship with the guys was a little bit tricky. I couldn't understand. Every few days we'd Skype all together, but Liam always seemed too down. Niall was too quiet. Louis and Harry too perky. Zayn seemed the only normal one, and we had been texting and Skyping by ourselves off and on, but he hadn't told the other guys. My connection with the guys was very confusing--I couldn't tell if we were fading away or strengthening in our relationship.

I don't understand why not. Why was I a secret to hide from them? I was confused.

I'll confess, I think they're all adorable. I'd Skype with any of them individually and feel totally comfortable, but the poking thought that I was a secret constantly sat on my shoulder, whispering in my ear. It was driving me up a wall!

Why did I care so much about what Zayn thought of me? I usually didn't even bring up these things, even when I was alone--like now. I sat on my couch, staring at the blank television while I twiddled my thumbs. My phone sat beside me, just as lifeless as the television.

Then there was Liam. Why did he up and leave everytime we all Skyped? One of the guys always chased after him. I just didn't understand.

Bloody hell, they were all upset. I could see it in their eyes. I didn't know why--but I wanted to. I wanted to take away whatever pain they were feeling. It hurt me at the very thought, to know they suffered.

I looked over at my phone when it beeped, happy for the distraction.

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