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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Louis swept me up in a tight hug.

"Louis....can't....breathe.." I managed to croak out.

"My turn!" Niall jumped into the hug and pretty soon all of us were tangled in each other.

"Ok guys....guys...." They wouldn't let go.

"We're gonna miss you love." Liam said with a sad smile, after we let go.

"Aw, come here." I said and ran into his arms.

It was 11am and the boys were just about to leave to the airport for their flight. Dev said her goodbyes the night before. David and Jake had football business to deal with so I was all on my own.

"Cone visit us, will you?" Zayn asked.

"Sure, yeah." I said completely unsure.

"Bye Scar." Harry said before rushing out into the van .

Ok just bye? Whatever I'm cool with that.

"Don't let anymore pretty boys sneak into you heart alright?" Zayn whispered to me. The boys were waiting for him.

"I won't." I said softly.

He left a soft kiss on my cheek before crushing me in his arms. I laughed.

"Bye Zayn," I whispered.

And with that, they were gone.

 

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The next 4 months were a blur. My dad came back from his business trip. Two weeks later he passed away in a car accident. My whole life was ripped away from me. My mother, my father. I had no one left.

I was too numb to feel anything. I was a zombie. Not crying. Not smiling. Not laughing. It didn't fully process until after the funeral.

After everyone already said they were sorry.

After I inherited all my father's money.

After I sat in his study and carefully studied all the framed pictures.

After I woke up every morning and waited for him to ask me to boil up some Turkish tea.

After meeting with the insurance company and totaling his car.

After Jake forcing me to prom.

After graduation and my farewell speech.

After my acceptance letters came tumbling out of the mailbox.

After everyone moved on, and I still hadn't accepted the fact.

It didn't hit me until one night I was sipping coffee in my dad's study and a soft breeze trickled through the open window. Hunter was curled up purring in my lap.

I was wearing my father's fur jacket and my pajama pants. Suddenly, I smelt his cologne and I was gone in tears.

This time no one was there to hold me.

Not my daddy.

Not Jake.

Not Dev.

Not Harry.

No one.

I curled up in a ball on his big leather chair and choked on my sobs all night.

High school was done and gone and I missed my admission date for university.

Dev left for college in the beginning of summer. All the way to New Jersey.

David got scouted for football by a university in Oregon.

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 applied to Cambridge but missed the admission date. Since it was the farthest school, I decided it was best if I went there. I needed to sit out first semester but apply again for second semester. I had to get out.

I was only 17 but my lawyer convinced the judge that I was mature enough to handle myself. So with a signed paper from the government, my daddy's money, and my belongings, I was off to England.

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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