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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30. Meet & Greet at 5

"Mary!" Zayn snapped, voice overwhelmed with emotion at just that simple word. "You bitch!" he growled, relief obvious.

"Zayn," I croaked softly, smiling despite my wishes as I pressed the phone closer to my ear. "Zayn, I'm so sorry, please forgive me..."

"It's fine, love," he whispered, voice softening. "I'm so glad you're okay, I was so worried, Mars, please, never-- wait... you are okay, aren't you?" he rambled, suddenly panicking.

"I'm fine, Zayn, calm down," I breath into the telephone, letting out a tiny chuckle.

"I'm coming there. As soon as I can. Alone. You don't need all the nonsense from the others. Just wait, okay? Get cleaned up and meet me outside your apartment, got it? Be there soon," he demanded, hanging up before I could protest.

Sighing, I forced myself up and stumbled to Emma's house.

 

 

I leaned back against the brick wall, eyes fluttered closed. My head was propped up on the bricks, my limbs sprawled out on the concrete. My migraine had faded for the most part, my stomach full, and I had taken a thorough washing because, well... I was nasty. Puke had covered me. Emma was still at work, so I simply left to wait by my old apartment.

He said he'd be here soon, I pondered how soon. It was five P.M. now, and he said around that time. Biting my lower lip, I relaxed against the wall, fading off into a light slumber.

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