Facing The Truth (A OneDirection Fanfiction)

Everyone I knew moved on with their lives.

Jake stayed with me through summer. Holding me when I needed to cry. Putting up with me when I needed to scream and yell. Helping me laugh for those small moments of forgotten joy I had left. And talking to me when I lost touch with reality.

But he had to leave too. No one was going to stay and wait for the lost girl with the broken smile.

Eventually, I sold our house. And left for England. I had too many broken memories and lost dreams in California.

I could lie and say that I was excited. Or I could tell the truth and say my cheeks weren't dry from the tears the whole flight. Bittersweet memories and nostalgia flooded my shattered heart.


5. Cupcakes


I spoke too soon. When we got to my house the boys jumped out of their van and rushed inside, exploring my two story home. Niall went straight to the kitchen, Liam threw himself on the couch, Zayn was looking at the many pictures I framed, Louis was messing with Liam on the couch, and Harry was juggling my soccer ball in the living room. My kitten, Hunter, ran to the front door and jumped in my arms. I closed the door behind Paul.

"Scar! Do you have any food? I'm starved." Niall called out from the kitchen.

"Uh yeah hold on I'm coming." I shouted back. Hunter obviously didn't like the boys. He hissed at Harry as he came up to me.

"I don't think he likes me." Harry smiled. His dimples stood out for some reason.

"He doesn't like males. Especially when he thinks they're dangerous."

"Aww, you're so cute.." Harry reached over to stroke his fur but Hunter reached out and scratched him, causing blood to ooze out of his finger. "Ouch!"

"Oh Hunter. Harry don't touch it, hold on." I went to the kitchen where Niall was still whining for food, and got the oxygen peroxide and a bandaid. "Harry come here."

I grabbed his finger and dabbed the blood away. I applied some oxygen peroxide on it and Harry winced.

"Harry stop moving, I'm almost done!" I put the band aid on and he looked at me with a pouty face. I smiled my sweetest smile. After almost an eternity of Niall begging me to make him some food, I made him some pasta. When the boys realized they were hungry too, I cooked for all of them.

"Alright since you guys ate, you guys clean. I'm exhausted, so I'm going to get ready for bed. Once your done, I'll show you to your sleep stations."

"Yes Princess." They chorused.


Liam and Louis slept on the couches 

downstairs. Paul and Zayn slept in the guest room downstairs, while Harry and Niall slept in the guest room upstairs.

I was restless and I couldn't sleep. Hunter fell asleep in the crook of my shoulder and was softy purring. His purring usually lulled me to sleep but tonight was different. My stomach was nagging at me in pain, so I went downstairs to find pain medication. I opened my bedroom door and found Harry leaving his room as well.


"Couldn't sleep. I wanted to go outside and watch the stars for a little." He blushed and looked away. That's when I realized I was in my booty shorts and a tank top. When he stepped a little closer I realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. His torso was perfectly built. He ruffled his curls and when he moved his arms I could see his muscles grinding under his skin.

"Uh Harry, hold on." I went back to my room and pull on some pants and a sweater. "I'm going to get some medicine from downstairs, then we'll watch the stars together. I mean, if it's okay with you..."

His face lit up with a smile. "I'd love that." He followed me downstairs.

I tried to reach the top of the medicine cabinet but it was too high. I suddenly felt two strong hands wrap around my waist and lift me up. Harry's touch sent butterflies to my stomach. His hands were warm. When I was done, he let me fall in his arms, bridal style. His green eyes were piercing mine. We stayed like that for a good 10 seconds before he put me back down. I took the medication and drank some water.

I took his hand and pulled him upstairs. He laughed, "Scar, where are we going?"

"My room." I winked.

I saw his face pale and his eyes grow wider, "What?"

I giggled. Harry Styles was known for his one night stands, his affairs, how he was player. He must be an idiot if that's what he was thinking.

I led him in my room and to my window. "Ok me first." I climbed out of the window and before I could get all the way out, Harry screamed, "Scar what the hell are you doing?!"

He pulled me back in with enough force that he stumbled back and landed on my bed. He fell on top of me. He was breathing heavily with a worried look on his face and when he saw me laughing hard enough for 

tears to roll down my cheeks he let his head fall next to mine.

"You're crazy, Scar. What the hell was that?" he whispered

"Well I'll tell you if you get off of me." His cheek were red. His bit his lip as removed himself from me.

"When I was a little girl my mother and I would lay on the roof right there, and we would watch the stars. It's so much more prettier from up here." I said with a smile. I missed my mom so much. The smile on my face slowly went away.

"Where is your mom? With your dad?" he asked curiously.

"She...um...she passed away, 4 years ago.."

"Oh Scar, I'm sorry."

"....Yeah well....Come on. Let's get on the roof." We climbed up on the roof and laid down in the night air.

"This is so beautiful." Harry breathed.

"It feels good to take a step back from reality, and just watch....the world." I had so much running through my mind. My mom, Matt, my scholarships to the many colleges, the rally the next day.

Harry's hand found it's way to mine as he intertwined our fingers together. I told myself to pull my hand away, but my hand wasn't getting the message. 'Don't look into his eyes.' I told myself. But I did the opposite and found him staring at me. As soon as my eyes met his, I got a rush of feelings. Something was telling me to stay away from him. That something, my mother told me, is supposedly called the sixth sense. I can sense when something big is going to happen. I can also sense negative energy and positive energy. And this wasn't so positive.

I pulled back instantly.

"Sorry.." he mumbled slightly.

"No it's fine, I'm just eh...cold." I saw him pull something of his body, and hand it to me. It was a gray fur jacket. He needs to stop that.

"Harry, I'm fine." I gave him a small smile as I remembered the cupcakes. "Aw damn." I mumbled as I slowly got up and climbed back in through the window.

"Scar...." Harry called after me. He ran after me downstairs, completely forgetting that Liam and Louis were asleep on the couches.

"I need to make the cupcake mix for tomorrow. Damn.... I totally forgot."

"For what?"

"The after party."

"Need help?"

"No I'm fine. I can make cupcakes." i tripped over myself and dropped the stainless steel mixing bowl and the two boys on the couches jumped up and screamed.

I was in Harry's arms, the flour had erupted in my face and was now all over the kitchen floor. Great.

"Bloody hell. What are you two doing?" Louis mumbled still half asleep.

"It's now 2am." Liam sighed.

"Sorry guys, go back to sleep. I have to make cupcakes. I'm never gonna get any sleep." I mumbled the last part.

"At 2am?" Louis looked at me in disbelief.

"Call me crazy." I bent down and began cleaning the mess of flour. "Now go away."

"Nah. I want to help." Louis came up to me with a flirty smile.

"Ok fine."

"Me too." Harry came up to me on the other side with the same flirty smile.


Liam rolled his eyes and snorted a laugh. "I wouldn't have said yes if I were you." He crawled back to the couch and went back to sleep. I looked back at the boys, they were smiling mischievously. Cupcakes, right.


"Louis don't!" I shouted. Him and Harry have been messing around the whole time. Finally after what seemed like ages, we finished the cupcakes and they were ready for the oven. Now I was on the ground squealing and laughing as they tickled me. My biggest weakness was being tickled.

Harry was holding me down while Louis tickled me. They hadn't found my weak, soft spot. Thank god. I felt bad for Liam. We wouldn't let him sleep. Well, Harry and Louis wouldn't. Their voices were too loud. Liam eventually gave up and joined us and laughed at Louis's baking attempts.

"Liam! Please!" I was gasping for air.

Liam chuckled as he walked over and pushed Harry and Louis off of me. They began play fighting just as I realized I was in pain. I rolled over and whimpered.

"Scar? Woah, you okay?" Harry's voice was concerned.

"Get me my painkillers." I managed to croak out.

"Shit! We forgot Scar! Nice going Harry!" Louis yelled at Harry.

"Me?! You were tickling her!" Harry countered.

"Guys! The pills!" Liam remembered. Oh thank God Liam was the responsible one. I would've died in their clutches. Harry handed me a pill and a glass of water. He held on to my waist as I got up.

"Better?" Harry whispered as he rubbed circles into my back.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I pulled away from him. I looked at the time and it was now 3am.

"Damn. Only 3 hours of sleep before waking up again." I mumbled.

"Wait...what? What time do we have to be there?" Liam questioned.

"Well me? I have to be there at 7. You guys have to be there at 8."

"Off to sleep then huh?" Harry said quietly.

"Yeah. Sleep."

"Yes Princess!" Louis saluted me and attacked me with a hug, lifting me off the ground. I squealed and giggled. What is up with this princess thing? I flipped my curls and smacked him with them across the face.

"Hey! Not nice." He accused.

"Then put me down Leewwiss!" He laughed and put me down gently.

"Ok fine how about a real hug?" His smile was captivating. He pulled me into a friendly tight squeeze. "And no more of that Lewis stuff." He sternly said.

"Right." I smirked.

I sensed a bit of tension in the air when Harry pushed past Louis and headed up the stairs. Probably to bed. Louis must have felt it too because he gave Liam a confused look.

"This will be quite interesting." Liam said with a tired look and headed back to the couch.

"What was all that about?" I asked Louis curiously.

"Don't frown. It puts wrinkles in your pretty little face."

"Louis seriously."

"Nothing. Go back to bed. You're tired."

I nodded my head and stumbled up the stairs. Hunter probably heard me because he was awake and pacing around my room. When he saw me, he purred lightly and cuddled back into the crook of my shoulder once I hit the bed. I sighed deeply and fell into a deep sleep.

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