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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23. New Start

"Let me get ice-cream and chick flicks!" I said after a few moments of comforting him in silence. I couldn't stand him being so close, it was driving me crazy. He chuckled a tiny bit and straightened up, looking at me with tears in his eyes.

"I knew I chose the right person to come to," Zayn said softly. I rose an eyebrow but brushed off the comment in fear of embarrassing myself.

I stood up, patting down my clothes so they weren't wrinkled up. I walked over to the mini-fridge and pulled out a carton, then walked to the TV and fiddled with the remote.

"Wow! Wait! Go back!" Zayn suddenly shouted, clapping his hands for just a second. I clicked down a few, looking back at him every once and a while to see approval.

Finally, it landed on Scarface. I chuckled as he held onto a pillow, intently watching the screen. I plopped down beside him and opened the ice-cream when I realized we had no spoons.

"Stupid spoons," I muttered.

"You sound like Liam," Zayn teased, looking at me with a smile. I smiled back, shrugging.

"What can I say? You guys brushed off on me," I said, retrieving the spoons before we watched the movie.

 

"Bye, Zayn! Goodnight!" I whispered, waving at him as he turned and jogged down the hallway. I swallowed hard and closed the door, flicking the locks tight. I leaned against the doorway, my eyelids falling closed as I sighed. Exhaustion came over me like a wave though my heart still pounded like mad.

"Well, all the ice-cream is gone," I teased lightly to myself, throwing it aside. I grabbed the newspaper again, straightening it out against the table.

I flipped through a few pages, settling down on the bed as I looked. I had to get a job somewhere so I could support myself, I hated being a leech. Even if it was just a small job, I was determined to. I had a small stack of money in my new bank account from Alex's death, and a few new objects, but I didn't want to return to that house. It would be too painful.

I stayed up late, looking through the pages when I fell asleep...

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