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!)


9. I Live Here

"You live here?" blondie, who I now knew as Niall, asked incredulously.

I nodded, my lips a grim line.

"This is not a home," Stripes said--I couldn't remember his name--behind me. I flinched.

"You're right," I grumbled, "it's a hotel." I turned to the door, pulling at the latch and pushing it open. I undid the seat-belt and swung my legs on the side of the truck, struggling to lower myself to the ground that seemed stretched miles and miles below me.

"Need some help?" Neck Mark asked beside me, sticking out a hand to support me. I shook my head and he abruptly pulled his arm away, crossing it over his chest with an eyebrow lifted. "Fine. Then get out yourself."

Niall and Stripes laughed beside him. I scowled and reached out, grabbing the dashboard of the truck and supporting my healed leg on the side of the door. Holding my breath, I eased my injured leg onto the ground; however, I did not apply weight. I tensed my arms, clinging to the dashboard and side of the door as I put all of my weight onto my upper body. My elbows seemed to scream and shrivel like dying leaves, folding in on themselves. Just as my arms gave out, my healthy leg fell against the ground. With a mighty huff, I looked at the building in-front of me.

"Told you..." I couldn't help but utter confidently below my breath.

The three of them let out a snort. Curls, who I also learned was Harry, and the darker-skinned boy(I still hadn't came up with a replacement name for him yet) came around the side of the truck by now, accompanying another man who appeared to work for the hotel. They were chattering to themselves, and I strained to hear what they said while I began to take a step forward.

"For two months," Harry muttered to the worker, "and all meals and... Everything." For a second, I lost hearing, then, "For two whole months. I don't care!" loss, "I want to do it, so just say yes already," loss, "Thank you."

I was zoned out, confused, as I slowly brought my weight onto my injured leg.

"You okay?" Niall asked me, gently laying a hand on my shoulder. I nodded, biting my lip when pressure fell onto my leg. I swallowed a scream that clawed my throat with eagle-like talons and quickly supported the rest of me on my healthy leg. I could not walk all the way to my room.

"Fine," I spat through gritted teeth, hobbling like a sick penguin. Suddenly, an arm encircled my waist and I looked up to see Neck Mark. I did not want to seem weak, but I had shrugged off enough help. Surely they knew I was tough.

Knew I was not weak. I was not my mother.

"What's your name again?" I asked curiously, peering at him from under my eyebrows. He smiled and my heart fluttered.

"Liam, Liam Payne."

I chuckled lightly at him, nodding.

"I don't think you told us your name," Liam added quickly, suggesting that I tell him mine. I rose an eyebrow, debating.

"Mary," I replied simply, smiling.

Suddenly confident I laid, more than I had been, weight onto my leg. Instantly, I tossed forward and cried out, clutching at my leg while energy traveled up and down it madly. Pain blackened the edges of my vision and I clung to reality like a life-line, struggling not to cry. I could not cry. I could not cry.

I would not cry!

"Hey, you," Harry announced on the other side of me, wrapping an arm over my waist like Liam. "Just wanted to say we paid off everything here for two months. It took a bit of pestering, but Zayn is pretty persuasive."

My eyes bulged in what would have been a comical way, if this had not been reality. Was this reality? Was I actually at that house with Alexandra, sleeping?

"Zayn?" I asked.

"Zayn, yeah. The bad-looking-boy," Harry replied with a smile. I lifted an eyebrow.

"None of you look like bad-boys..." I said softly.

"I beg to differ!" Stripes said, suddenly bouncing up in-front of us, an arm linked with Niall's. "Zayn is most definitely!"

I scowled slightly, relieved when we finally arrived on the front steps of the hotel. "Who are you?" I asked Stripes, wanting to at least know the names of my saviors.

"Louie Tomlinson! How could you not know someone like me?" he teased. I scowled slightly, masking a smile.

"It was nice to meet you all," I began, shrugging away Harry and Liam's--right?--arms, "but I must go now." I stumbled to the wall, leaning heavily on it as I shifted all my weight onto my healthy leg, wrapping my arms around me. "Thank you guys, so, so, so... I..." and, before I knew it, hot tears were coating my cheeks, tears of gratitude. How could I ever repay them? I couldn't, it was simple.

I just had to take.

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