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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6. Grasping At Something More

It's been a week since that boy, Brett, helped me onto my feet. My leg was healing, thanks to the medicine he gave me. My elbows still ached something horrible, but they were recovering very quickly. I rented the cheapest hotel room I could, looked around for a job. I hadn't scored anything yet, and due to that, my money was slowly draining. Blasted hotel room, eating my money. I couldn't stay in this town, either. Alex would find me. Or did she even care? I don't know--I don't want to take the risk. At my hotel room, I do nothing, the most is rest and take baths. Being out in the city is horrid. I feel so grimy afterwards.

Many thoughts plagued my mind, and with an impatient huff, I flung myself back against the plush pillow that littered the cream-colored sofa. I let out a groan and tossed my head back, closing my eyes. It was still 12 P.M., I could not sleep, but I felt like I needed to. Wake up, Mary, today could be your lucky day!

I was snoring in a matter of seconds.

 

 

Stupid, stupid, stupid, I berated myself, walking slowly down the sidewalk. People usual thin after 8 or so P.M., but today it was oddly empty. I only saw a few people, about five at the most, but all had this odd energy about them. I was, honestly, very scared. Did something happen? Should I be home, hiding? ... What home? Shaking my head to loose those horrid thoughts, I turned around the block and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a huge wave of teenage girls, chattering loudly and maneuvering like a wave. What was going on? They all wore red-and-white shirts with the letters '1D' slapped across the front. I scowled slightly, confused.

As I got closer, I began to get snippets of conversations:

"Oh my God, One Direction!"

"I can't believe they are here!"

"I am going to die."

"IS IT DARK IN HERE OR JUST ME?"

"One Direction, One Direction, One Direction!"

Oddly enough, that name 'One Direction' was familiar. What did it mean? I had to know, it was going to kill me--two things, 1) what was going on? and 2) why was it so familiar? I rubbed my forehead, a headache pulsing through me due to the loudness--how had I not heard this further down the street? Lordie!--and aggravation. Slowly, I began to close in on the crowd. A few guards scattered here and there, pushing the girls to keep them from spilling out of the red en-closer(that was another thing, they had this long band of red encircling around them, held up by red-and-gold posts... weird). I came closer and closer, reminding myself to take baby steps and plugs my ears tighter, God, because the floor seemed to shake and my ears were ringing. Finally, I closed all space. One hand grabbed the red, fluffy thingy and the other plugged my ear while I dug my other ear into my shoulder. Something tapped my free shoulder and I turned, ears still plugged. As he began to say something, I removed my covers.

"Here," he shouted over the mess, "wear these!" and prompted handed me two ear-plugs. Just as I put them in(thank God, they worked really well), he began to push me under the red en-closer.

Oh, crap, oh, crap, oh, crap! I pushed back against him, not wanting to be in that mosh-pit with screaming girls.

Too bad for me.

 

 

After being thrown around a whole ton, hearing voices drowned out by my ear-plugs--bless that Man!--five people rose from a platform below the stage. Instantly, all girls let out a scream that cut through my ear-plugs and gave me an instant wave of sickness. Loud, loud, loud.

I looked up at the people when the last scream died and they began to pour out a melody, intertwining their voices with each other in a way that made me rip out my earplugs to hear more. Suddenly--I knew... this was One Direction.

The same One Direction Brett hated.

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