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!)


14. Is This Fate?

It's been two days since I saw the boys. I didn't care... that much. Of course, I liked them. They were cute and sweet. They paid off another month and forced me to treat my leg, so it was a lot better than it used to be. I still struggled horribly, but that was expected. I had gotten out of my room a few times to get food and lollygag around. I did not expect One Direction to return, so when they did, I was rather floored.

"Y-yes?" I asked, eyes wide as I leaned for support against the door. They all smiled, eyes stretched a bit wide impatiently.

The girlish squeals echoed down the hallway.

"Hey, Mars Bars," holy crap--how did they know my nickname?, "sorry to... pop in, but we wanted to see you. Let us in?" Liam asked, bouncing on his feet a little.

I nodded and abruptly opened the door, closing it tight behind them and flicking the lock just as the footsteps sprinted by.

"Thanks," Zayn said behind me, and I turned to see them all facing me, smiling.

"Your welcome," I replied simply, not trusting my words fully. "Anyway... what'd you come here for?"

"Well, we can just leave," Louis teased playfully.

I quickly shook my head, rolling the word 'No!' a bit too quickly--too forcefully. They laughed and my heart fluttered nervously, but I forced it away and scowled in annoyance. "Don't laugh at me," I defended myself, struggling with words while they flopped down on the sofa and bed.

"Sorry, babe," Harry teased. My heart picked up speed, but I only scowled and fell back against the door, slowly sliding down. I leaned my head against the frame just as Liam stood from the couch and strode over, clasping one of my hands in his. He pulled me up, even though I looked at him like he was insane, and led me to his spot. He gently pushed me down onto the sofa and, slightly stunned, I fell onto the sofa by Zayn.

"Uh--thanks?" I asked, slightly confused, as he leaned on the arm of the sofa beside me, laying an arm over my shoulders.

The boys clapped, laughing. "What a gentleman," some of them said at different times. I blushed and giggled, like an innocent girl, even though I was far from it.

"Yes, thank you," I mumbled softly. He smiled at me and I leaned back slightly, into his arm. "Turn on the television, someone?" I asked.

"Telly!" Louis corrected. I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Okay, whatever. Turn it on?" I teased, flashing a smirk at him.



Liam and Niall crashed during our movie watching. Zayn was slowly passing out, but seldomly shook to try and stay awake. I chuckled lightly as his eyelids fluttered, occasionally hiding his beautiful eyes. I did not believe that they wasted their time on me. It made me feel... special, I guess.

I mean, little, old me. Why me? Why? I don't know--but I am not complaining. I am already growing too attached to these guys, but who can blame me? They were all beautiful, inside and out, and actually seemed to care--even if it is a small degree--about me. Me!

"Hey, sleepy-head," someone said to me.

Drowsily, I looked over to see...


Instantly, I screamed and leapt off of the sofa, pushing away Liam's arms as I evaded to the other side of the room. I wrung my hands on the pillow that I had now stuffed into my face, screaming into it. All of the boys were alert now, clearly not seeing what I was, looking at me with sleepy, puzzled faces.

"What's wrong, love?" Niall asked, raising an eyebrow. I ignored them all as Alexandra began to stalk towards my bed, her face morphing into my father's, then brother's, then her own--but something was different.

Something off.

Her eyes... they weren't her eyes. They were red, bright red--crimson red.

Blood red.

"You need to learn, Mary, my poor, innocent Mary... you are a murderer. No one likes a murderer, right? You killed me, daughter. More than any gun, any knife... you killed your father--and that killed me. Then you made me die. Right in that park. What did you say? ... Oh, yes, I remember... See you in Hell, buddy!" And then she vanished.

Once again, I had lied to myself. Fresh tears streamed down my face and I looked desperately at the five boys, only to see their eyes red just as well. Slowly, their features shifted, turning into something terrible... slowly, they all had the face of my mother.

I screamed.

Was this my fate?

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