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.


7. Emotions Flying


*Scarlette's POV*


My head was throbbing like hell. I was so tired and sore. Where the hell was I? What happened? I found the energy to open my eyes. Everything was dark. I noticed Hunter was right next to me, sleeping and purring. I felt safer. My blanket was big and plushy. Thank God I was in my room. I sat up, which made my head hurt even more. This was just great. What the hell happened? I got out of bed and looked at the time. It was 4am. Great, even better. 

I felt dizzy so I sat back down on my bed and suddenly, the events of the night before hit me.



The pier.

That was all I remember. Due to the fact the when I got drunk, it was never good. Yay, hangover. How did I end up at home? 

I didn't realize I was crying until I put my face in my hands and felt the warm droplets dissolve through my fingers. What the hell happened these past two days? 

I checked my phone and found around 100 texts, missed calls, and voice mails. But the one that stood out to me was a pic message from James and Jessica on group message. I opened it and read:

James: Scar you are amazing! Thank you so much for tonight! I didn't think that the proposal would be soo awesome! Everything turned out perfect in the end! And Jess said yes! You are an amazing friend :)  

Jessica: Best night of my life! And that band you had was just perfect! And I'm engaged! You're fantastic!

A bittersweet smiled crossed my face. At least someone was happy. It's 4 in the morning, what the hell am I gonna do now? 

I suddenly noticed what I was wearing. Shorts and a tank top. Wasn't I wearing a dress?

I realized I was hungry so I headed downstairs to find something to eat. Right before I got halfway down the stairs I heard someone whisper-screaming. I stopped in my tracks. 

"No, Matt. I swear if you bring your ass over here in the morning, I will kill you."

I recognized Dev's voice. 

"You want her to know you're sorry? And then what? You and that slut are off to Florida? Well played dumbass." She continued.

"Just hang up!" Jake was here too?

"Actually, give me the phone, I want to give that bastard a piece of my mind." Someone growled.

"Harry, sit down before you pop a nerve." Another voice. Wait, Harry was here?

"She doesn't want to see you." Dev grumbled. There was a short pause before I heard, "Good, then never come back. Dick."

I tiptoed down the rest of the stairs and saw that not only was Dev, Harry, and Jake here. But so was Niall, Louis, Liam, Zayn, David and Paul. No one seemed to notice while they were arguing over who gets what room and who gets to stay.

I just wanted everyone to get out. 'I'm not a baby!' I screamed in my head.

"What are you all doing here?" My voice came out low and sunken. They all whipped their heads in my direction.

Harry blushed madly, Louis noticed Harry blushing and stifled a giggle, Zayn elbowed Louis, Liam and Niall looked down, Jake and David were silent, Paul's eyes grew wide, Dev was frozen in her place. 

"You ran away..."  "...to the pier..."  "...got really drunk..."  "...we found you..."  "...and then you--"  "...and then we brought you home!" They all spoke and quick short breaths and I didn't know who said what. I must've looked a little confused because David spoke, "Don't you remember anything from last night?"

"It's 4am. Go away. All of you. I'm pretty sure I can handle a stupid hangover."

 "You said that last time. Remember Cade's party?" Jake reminded me of that horrible morning after the party. Ugh, it was terrible. I felt myself turn red.

"I don't think I've fully recovered from that weekend yet, Scar. And that was almost 3 years ago." Dev stated with a small smile. David and Jake giggled knowingly.

I suddenly realized that I had no idea what happened while I was drunk. And having all of them here was not much of a good sign. I needed to know what I did.

"I can take care of myself." I stated bluntly.

"No, you can't. You should've seen yourself last night. I never thought that you would do something like--" Louis got caught mid sentence, I would guess because of Dev's death glares that were being shot at him.

Ok that was it. I needed to know what happened last night.

"What happened last night?" I asked curiously. 

"I'll explain everything in the morning. Go to sleep." Dev directed her voice towards me.

"What the hell? No. I want to know right now." And there it was. My morning hangover mood swings. Almost as bad as my mood swings when I was actually drunk. I was being so rude.

Everyone looked shocked. Great. A raging, moody, upset, hungover, hungry Scarlette Lindough. 'I hate my mood swings.' I thought.

"Not right now." She said.

"I'm not a little kid! What the hell happened last night?!"

Dev looked tired. And angry. I could always tell when she was fed up and right now, she was fed up. With me. Her eyes narrowed.

"Fine! You want to know what happened last night? You drank two bottles of vodka, begged to go swimming in the lake at 10pm, took off your dress so that you were just in your Victoria's Secret lace underwear and bra, fell into the lake, then kissed Harry once he fished you out of the water. Oh and I don't know if this processed in your mind or not, but that bastard that I've been warning you about since you started dating him, CHEATED ON YOU!" 

Yep, she was fed up. 

Everyone that was in the room, had their mouth hanging open.

I kissed Harry. 

Perfect. Just beautiful.

I glanced over at him and found him staring at me with his green pupils. I mentally face palmed. 

The tension in the room was broken with my fake smile and the suppressed tears in my voice, "Sorry for being rude, Dev. I'm kind of having a bad night. Thanks for concern guys but I'm sure I'll live." The last part came out bitterly. The tears spilled over my numb face as I sprinted upstairs, and dived onto my bed.

Stage two of my hangover mood swings.

 The tears were now a small stream flowing down my cheeks without permission. I heard the front door slam, which only made my tears a lot worse.

Someone must've walked into my room because all of a sudden that someone cradled me in his arms.

"I honestly have nothing to say to make you feel better."

Jake. He knew me too well. He knew that if he said something stupid like 'everything will be alright' I would've jumped at him. 

 "I'm pathetic."

"I agree." I couldn't help but smile at his way of comfort.

"You weren't supposed to agree with me." I looked up at him and pouted. 

"The way I see it, the easiest way to not get yelled at is to agree with anything a woman says." He reasoned. 

"Good answer." I whispered. 

There was a knock at the door. I looked up and before I could get up to open it, Jake was already there.

"I kind of need to talk to Scar, if she's okay with it." Harry's voice was low and raspy.

Jake looked at me and I nodded. Let's just get this over with.



*Harry's POV*

She was a mess. A beautiful mess. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her hair was it's usual mop of dark curls the way they tumbled around her face. 

Jake left the room. I was left alone with her. After that kiss last night, it was hard not to think about her.

"Hello Harry." She said with a fake British accent. "Please make yourself at home, would you like a crumpet?"

I couldn't help but laugh at her accent. I walked up to her and sat next to her on her bed. 

"So, uh,you don't remember anything from last night?" I asked. 

"Not really. Though I can guess I probably was quite a sight." She weakly chuckled.

"Yeah. It was...different than your usual self." 

"Harry, what do you want?" She asked, annoyed.

"Did that kiss last night mean anything to you?" I quickly mumbled.

"What? No. Are you serious? I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing." She laughed.

"So then why'd you do it?" I was getting irritated. She obviously had no idea how I felt about her. 

"Harry I was drunk! I have no idea why I did what! I don't even remember how it felt!" She looked like she was going to cry. "Why is it so important Harry?! It was just a stupid kiss. After today we are probably never going to see each other again, and you won't remember me!"



*Scareltte's POV*

As soon as the words left my mouth, Harry looked mad. I have no idea why, but one look at his face and I crumpled back into tears. I hated crying. I usually never let anyone see me cry. 

But that's when everything suddenly hit me. I missed my mom so much, Matt didn't think I was enough for him, I practically chased my best friend away, and I was being a total, up-the-ass, bitch. To everyone. Ugh why was I being so sensitive and whiny?


"Harry just go." I choked out between sobs. 

"Hey calm down. Look at me." His voice was soft and reassuring.

I looked  up at him. His green eyes were so perfect.

"Hey come here." He motioned over to me and opened his arms. "I promise I won't bite." I noticed his sad smile.

I slid over to him and let him engulf me in his arms. His cologne was familiar. My head rested on his shoulder, and his arms came around  my waist.

"You know what? I'm jealous." He said to me.


"Niall thinks your hair is prettier than mine."

I laughed. "Guys aren't supposed to have pretty hair, silly."

"Is that so? My life was a lie?!" He joked and I shook with laughter. This was good. He helped me forget, and I was laughing. Yesterday I hated him and the rest of the guys, today was a different story. They were all like brothers to me. These past few days, they stole a place in my heart faster than anyone. 

I pulled away from Harry. "You guys should go now. Isn't your flight in a few hours?"

"Right. Uh, we cancelled our flight and decided to take another tomorrow." 

"What the--? Why? And where are you gonna stay?" 

"Uh we were kind of hoping here. We weren't just gonna leave after what happened last night. With Matt I mean..." He smiled apologetically. 

"Oh...well it's a good thing we don't have school this week. I would've been screwed. And dad doesn't come home until about 2 more weeks. Is everyone still downstairs?"

"Dev left..."

"Oh screw me!" I shouted. I was being such a jerk to her earlier. I jumped up and ran downstairs.  

"Jake! Dev's okay right?!" I screamed frantically while entering the living room. They were all knocked out on the couches, sleeping. 

What a night this was. Harry followed me downstairs and chuckled at the sight of 6 boys and one man scattered in my living room. 

I rolled my eyes and faced Harry. "Good night Harry." I turned to walk back upstairs but before I could get any further, Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me towards him. He gently grabbed my face. My stomach bellyflopped. He leaned in sofly and left a gentle kiss on my nose.

"Good night." He whispered, and walked away and threw himself on the couch and fell asleep. I was frozen in my place.

'His lips are soft.' 


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