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!)


13. Well, What A Surprise

"Oh, my," I gasped when I saw five smiling, concerned faces. Well, what a surprise!

"Thank God," the blonde guy--Louis? no, Niall--muttered under his breath.

One Direction is standing at my door--why? I thought.

"What do you want?" I asked, a bit irritated that I had visitors when I wanted to just... be alone. My lips pursed and I closed the door a bit more, blocking any entrance with my body. I set my gaze on rotate, flickering my eyes towards each of their faces.

"Well, every once and a while we allowed time to do what we want... and since we'll only be here for two more weeks, we decided to check on our favorite fan," the bad boy--what was his name?--said teasingly.

"I... I..." I was at a loss for words.

"Yes--that and in our bank, you have bought nothing. We heard about the... shooting. We knew it was you, since your--well, we guessed. We wanted to come sooner, but we couldn't. We were worried since you bought nothing..." Harry explained.

"Good to know you're okay," Liam said, a smile twisting his features.

"I am not okay," I retorted, glaring at them under my merged eyebrows.

"...then that's why we're here," the bad boy added.

Suddenly, they moved a step forward in unison as footsteps and squeals bounced down the hallway. Their eyes were wide.

"Oh, man," Louis said softly, looking at me with a panicked look, "okay--look, we love our fans and all, but... please hide us."

I almost laughed.


"Please?" they all added, their voices twining together. My heart fluttered, and, suddenly obedient, I swung the door inward. They walked in.

"Thank you," Liam breathed, smiling at me.

"You're... welcome?" I replied, a teeny bit confused about why I let them in. The footsteps thundered past the door and we all held our collective breaths, then released as they passed.

"How'd they even know we are here?" bad boy asked, already occupying a couch.

"You know how fans are..." Louis replied.

I blinked, rubbing absentmindedly at my temple, swallowing hard. My leg ached something horrible and the necklace clutched in my hand was beginning to make imprints in my skin. Tears bubbled in my eyes, but I blinked back the warmth and hobbled to the bed, falling onto the end of it and curling up, watching as they all settled on the couch and floor, leaving me to my space.

"Well..." Niall coughed, breaking the awkward tension. He clapped his hand together nervously. "I'm hungry! You lads ready to... uh... go?"

Yes, go, I thought--not sure if I meant it or not.

They did not reply, but bad boy looked at me--oh, God, those eyes!--and smiled slightly, standing and crossing over. He sat beside me and gently placed a hand on my shoulder. Electricity ran through my small, weak body, and I suddenly saw with a new light.

"What?" I muttered, trying to bay the tears.

"I-I... I am sorry for your loss," he said softly, making a small circle on my shoulder, a sympathetic smile etched across his face. I felt the bed shift as another boy sat on the other side of me.

"I am, too," the boy said--Liam--beside me, touching my other shoulder. My heart fluttered.

God, they were too beautiful for their own good! All of them!

Before I knew it, all of them were surrounding me, either holding one of my hands of touching my arm, wrapping an arm over my shoulder, just... comforting me. It felt so natural, being surrounded by these boys. It was so perfect, so horrible, so wonderful but so terrible that I couldn't fight the tears.

They all ended up crying with me.



"Oh, God, guys," a shrill voice sounded, like an annoying alarm clock. I was half tempted to swat at it... until I realized: who the heck was in my room?!

I instantly sat up, all alert. My fists clenched and I narrowed my eyes, turning towards the intruder... intruders. No, I let them in my house.

Did I just take a nap with One Direction?!

"You scared me half to death," I muttered, rubbing at my eyes. It was dark outside, or was it just the drawn curtains? I don't know--I don't care. I'm still wrapping my puny mind around the fact I just napped with the most popular boy-band in the world.

"Wake up!" the boy shouted and I blinked lazily at him, moving the fog behind my eyelids around, focusing on Louis--who began to jump up and down on the bed. "Wake up!" he demanded, pushing at the sleeping figures.

My breath caught--God, they looked even prettier asleep.

I suppose we had all been crying, tangled up in each others' embrace, and the warmth and peacefulness of it put us all under sleep's spell. The bad thing?

It just--it felt too natural, too right, to be with these boys.

"What is wrong with you?" I demanded, pulling the arms off of my body and crawling over another boy. Suddenly, floor rushed up under me I hit my chin directly on the floor. I grunted in pain, struggling to get balance. I was tipped against the bed like a stiff board leaned against a wall. "Help..." I drawled, struggling to support my arms under me.

Soft, lazy laughter drifted up from the bed and I felt a few pairs of hands grab my legs. I let out a yelp when my infected leg was grazed and flailed it, kicking someone in the making.

"Ouch!" they complained, and, suddenly, with my healed leg, they all tugged me up onto the bed.

I squealed softly and clutched at the mattress, eyes widened like saucers. I slowly sat up, flipping onto my back and looking up at the five bed-haired boys. One, who I now knew as Zayn, was holding his nose with a faint scowl. I gasped and slapped my forehead.

"I am so, so, so sorry," I apologized, reaching towards his arm to try and comfort him. Just as I touched him, he broke out into spontaneous laughter. My heart fluttered at the sound of it.

Suddenly, the other boys' laughter combined with his--all except one, Liam. He was frowning painfully and grabbing his cheek. Zayn was no longer holding his nose, only laughing.

"What just happened?" I asked, confused.

Did he just fake me out, did I actually kick Liam? Ugh, these pranksters.

"I am so sorry!" I addressed Liam, turning towards him to try and apologize.

"It's fine," he said, a smile gracing his beautiful features.

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