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!)


26. I Want To See You

"Where have you been?" was the first thing my boss asked me when I returned to the backroom. "Skipping out on your shift?"

My eyes stretched wide and I covered my mouth, stuttering, "N-no! I me-mean... yes, but not... n-no..."

His eyes narrowed at me and he leaned closer. "Don't lie, Mary. I expect you to be at work 6 A.M. sharp."

"B-but that's two hours early!" I protested, my face drained of color.

"Exactly. I expect this whole restaurant to be spotless or you're fired," he snapped.

"Don't you think that's a bit... harsh? She was only gone about 20 minutes and there weren't any problems..." my co-worker, a girl who always had her hair up and no-makeup but was naturally beautiful, questioned our boss in a timid voice.

He spun towards her, an accusing finger pointed in her face. "You, too, missy! 6 A.M., do you understand? And that goes for anyone else who dares says a think in this business," he growled, looking around at everyone as if daring them.


"Don't worry about it, I've been wanting to do that forever," Emma brushed off my apology. I had made a friend, it seems. Emma told me on our walk home (that's right, we live close by, her just not as far as me) that she had always despised him, always been curious about me, and just finally decided to speak up. Say something. I was grateful, but felt guilty...

"Thank you again," I announced as we arrived at her door. She smiled, waved goodbye, and ducked into her own apartment. I set off down the sidewalk, my hands stuffed into my pockets, my hoodie thrown over my head. I cast my gaze low as millions of thoughts swirled about in my mind. I was a few blocks away from my apartment when my phone beeped.

Pulling it out of my pocket, I peered at the screen.


From: Bradford Bad Boi

"Skype me, hurry. Be quiet, though. I want to see you."

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