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.


8. Not okay...Is it?


I was dying of laughter. Jake was dancing like a maniac to the loud music. He had a bottle of beer in his hand that he would occasionally drink.

I looked at my living room and chuckled. If my dad walked in right this moment, I would be screwed. He would turn the music off and kick everyone out, and then I would get grounded.

However, if my mom were here, she would let the party go on until the next morning, and then keep me on house arrest for the rest of my life. And put cameras in my room. And make me clean the house, all by myself. And then probably homeschool me. Yeah, I missed her.

The party was in full swing and everyone was having a great time.

That morning I realized we never had the after party so, of course, the boys begged me to throw a party. 'Like that's gonna happen' I first thought. Then after they threatened to tweet a picture they snapped of me while I was asleep, the party began to sound a lot more considerable.

Paul agreed to set up and handle security. I called Dev and apologized and acted like little girls on the phone for about an hour.

Jake and David were in charge of food and refreshments.

I texted everyone in ASB and told them.

The boys and I were making cupcakes. Mostly because I needed a way to chill out and keep an eye on them at the same time. But of course, it took us HOURS just to finish one batch.

Harry was the biggest help because he actually knew what he was doing. Liam mostly just sat at the bar counter and laughed at us. Zayn tried his hardest to actually help but Louis wouldn't allow any of us to get anything done because his flour fight ended horribly. Niall would keep eating the creamy cake mix. And I would probably have to say, that it was the most fun I've had in a long time.

I wasn't exactly planning on having a big party. Until of course the world showed up at my door and told me they were with One Direction. Harry decided to invite a 'few' friends over.

A good fifteen minutes later and I was sure the house would collapse. Somehow alcohol found its way into my kitchen. I was slightly fine with that but anything else and I would freak.

I was sitting at a table in my backyard with Louis, Eleanor, Zayn, and Liam and we were all laughing and commenting about everyone in sight. Eleanor was Louis's girlfriend and just happened to be in L.A. so she joined us.

"So, Scar where's your boyfriend?" Eleanor asked, completely oblivious. Louis's face dropped and Zayn was quick to drape his arm around my shoulder. I felt myself pale.

"I don't have a boyfriend." I said with a fake smile.

She sensed something was up. "What? That's impossible! You could have ANY guy here and they'll be at your feet." She was too sweet.

"Ah you're too kind." I replied with a genuine smile. "But the guy whose feet I was falling at, cheated on me. And then dumped me. On Valentine's Day."

Her face looked horrified. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. He must've been blind or something because you're beautiful." She gave me a genuine smile.

"But that doesn't mean you shouldn't mingle!" Niall snuck up behind me and put his arms around my shoulders.

"I agree!" Louis fist pumped.

"Guys, seriously I'm fine." I smiled at them.

"Well you're not dancing! Let's go dance!" Niall pulled me up and led me to where the dancing was happening. My body quickly fell into coordination with the music that blaring and I was having fun.

Niall was hilarious and he kept making me laugh. We must've looked ridiculous but at the moment I didn't care.

All of a sudden someone took my hand and twirled me. Harry. His green eyes were laughing.

"We're gonna party like its the end of the world!!..." He was singing to the music as he pulled me to dance with him, away from Niall.

After a couple minutes Louis and Eleanor joined us.

For the first time in a while, I felt like I could just forget everything and have a good time.

After a bit, me and Harry went inside to get drinks.

"Wow, Mr. Styles here knows how to dance." I said laughing as we made our way inside.

"Well, when you put sexy with sexy, you get sexy." he smirked.

"Who said you were sexy?" I smirked back.

"Oh it's a well known fact, and when you put me, with you, and music....." He winked.

I playfully smacked his arm, and we both laughed. His green eyes sparkled.

We both looked at each others eyes and held our gaze for a long 3 seconds before I felt his soft lips melt into mine.


*Harry's POV*


It was a risk, and I knew it. But I had to take it. The way her cheeks were flushed from dancing and her eyes looked excited. My eyes landed on her lips and next thing I knew, I leaned in and our lips were tangled.  

At first she hesitated but we melted into the kiss and pretty soon nothing else mattered.

Our hands were tangled in each others hair. Scar's small hands were softy tugging on my curls. Instinctively, my hands found her waist and pulled her closer to me.

Her lips were soft and warm. Kissing her felt so right, I didn't want to let go.

We pulled apart and caught our breath. Her forehead was still on mine. When she opened her eyes, her long eyelashes tickled my face and sent tingles throughout my body.


*Scarlette's POV*


The butterflies in my stomach gave birth to more butterflies. 'This can't be good.' I thought to myself. The kiss was intense and sweet and it felt so right, but Harry was leaving in less than 24 hours and I couldn't let myself fall. Not now.

He must've seen the look of confusion and regret on my face because I heard him say, "Scar...I'm sorry. Wait!"

And that was all I heard before I ran away from him and locked myself in the bathroom to calm down.

Too late, I was already falling. 



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