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.

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13. Just Kiss Me

 

*Scarlette's POV*

 

"Well its been nice guys but I gotta go." I announced.

"What?! You haven't even been here for an hour!" Niall insisted.

"I know but I have work." I lied.

"Where do you work?" Liam asked.

"Uhm...at the dance school down the street from the mall."

"No way?" Eleanor seemed interested.

"Yeah, I teach."

"That's really cool. You should teach me." Zayn winked at me. I chuckled.

"Maybe one day. Well I'll see you all later."

"Wait, Scar, let me drive you." Harry smiled.

"No Harry, I'm fine. I can walk."

"No I insist." He stood up and pulled me out the door.

"So what's up?" He asked in a serious tone.

"The sky Harry."

"You know what I mean. Your eyes are sad." He looked at me.

"My eyes?"

"Yeah they're beautiful. I don't know if you noticed it but they turn dark gray when your mood changes and they have this bright sparkle or twinkle when you laugh. Well used to."

"Are you admiring my eyes Harry Styles?" I asked flirtatiously.

"Maybe." He winked at me with a cheeky smile.

We were silent as we got to his car. He walked up to a black range rover and opened the door for me.

"Oh my God. THIS is your car. I love range rovers!" I squealed as I jumped in.

He laughed and went around to his side and got in.

The car ride was awkwardly silent. Finally, he spoke.

"You know, for the past several months I couldn't stop thinking about you." His voice was a raspy whisper.

I felt a crimson blush creep to my cheeks and butterflies form in my 

stomach. Why was I feeling like this?

"Really?" My voice was barely a whisper.

"Really."

I dared to look at him and I saw his emerald eyes full of something I've never seen before.

"I like your eyes." I stated.

"Random much? Well, thank you." he said with a grin.

After pointing him to mine and Katie's flat, we finally got there.

"Thanks for the ride Harry.

"Your welcome love." He leaned over and left a ghost kiss on the bridge of my nose.

It sent shivers and tingles throughout my body.

"Scar, you're blushing." He said with a smirk.

"Am not." I said as my blush grew deeper.

"You're adorable." he chuckled

"Goodbye Styles." I singsonged and hopped out of the car.

He drove off as I opened the door.

"Scarlette Lindough!!! Was that you getting out of HARRY STYLES' car!?!?!!?" Katie tackled me. I'm guessing she was back from the beach.

I laughed and nodded.

"Tell me everything!"

So we sat and talked for about 2 hours straight. I told her about California and everything about the boys. She was obsessed.

 

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Around 3 weeks passed by and I saw more and more of the boys. Mostly Harry, though. I woke up to his cheeky "Good morning gorgeous" texts and fell asleep to "Sleep tight angel" texts.

Although there was nothing going on between us, he was over protective and treated me like his girlfriend. Strangely enough, I was ok with that.

Eleanor and I became extremely close and Louis "adopted" me as his little sister.

They didn't know the real reason I left California and I wasn't about to tell them. I was dealing but it was never easy. You could say I'm an over sensitive loser.

Memories of my mom and dad haunted me every other night and I woke up in sweat and tears.

Katie knew everything so she was the only one who comforted me.

Harry was really growing on me and we got a lot closer.

"I'll be outside in two minutes love ;) xx" My phone lit up with Harry's cheeky face. I groaned.

I was still in bed and it was already 11:55am. We were supposed to be going out for lunch but I was feeling horrible. My head was throbbing, and I was depressed for no reason. I assumed it was just me PMSing.

Katie left to go shopping so I was home alone.

I heard the bell ring. I slowly got up out of bed and opened it to reveal a very handsome, if I do say so myself, 

Harry. As soon as he saw me, his face turned into a worried expression.

"Scar? Babe you alright?" He asked worriedly.

"Perfectly fine." I answered rudely. I turned around and threw myself on the couch.

"You're crying." he came over and lifted me into his lap.

I quickly wiped away my tears and buried my face in his warm, toned chest.

"Can we just stay in today?" I mumbled.

"I'd love that." he whispered into my hair. He was rubbing circles into my hips.

"So what's gotten to my beautiful angel?" He asked. His nickname for me was Angel. It made me smile.

"I'm PMSing." I told him straight out.

He laughed loudly and told me I was a dork.

"Well then let's go get you some chocolate, eh?" He picked me up, bridal style.

"Nooooo I hate chocolate!" I whined with a pouty face.

"What? You hate chocolate? Who hates chocolate?!" He was bewildered.

"Me."

"Fine then, what would you like to eat?"

"I want ravioli." I looked up at him with a smirk.

"Ravioli, it shall be then!" he set me down on the counter and began cooking.

We spent the whole day together, talking, laughing, him chasing and tickling me, me pigging out. After a long day we built a fort in the living room and put in a chick flick. Of course, I was bawling my eyes out, while Harry cracked jokes.

"Scar."

"Yeah?"

"What are we?"

"Hmm?" I looked over at him confused.

"I mean, are we friends? Or are we more than that....." He looked embarrassed.

"Well what am I to you?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper.

"You're what makes me smile when I'm down. You're what keeps me up all night, you're what makes me want to get out of bed, you're what keeps me in my place, and if I didn't know any better, I would've thought that we were together. But we're not. So Scarlette Lindough, will you make me the happiest man on earth, and be my girlfriend?"

He was now down on one knee in front of me while I was sprawled out on the couch. How cheesy.

I didn't know what to say. My whole body was screaming YES but for some reason I wanted to say no. The butterflies started up again and I felt myself turn crimson red.

But of course, I couldn't help myself from producing a snarky comment.

"Harry Styles, stop being so cheesy..." I saw his face drop, "...and come kiss me."

In one sift move he swept me up and crushed his lips onto mine. The kiss was desperate, but sweet. His tongue begged for entrance and I parted my lips. We explored each other's mouths. I pulled his lower lip gently with my teeth and he slightly groaned. we stared into each others eyes and I felt my heart beating faster than ever.

"I'm guessing that's a yes?" Harry whispered out of breath.

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