Fucked up (1D)

The 17 year old Mary Jane Moore, lives a normal life - until on her 17th birthday, where her loving parents tragically dies in a car accident. The young man behind the opposing car survives - but he is no ordinary boy. What will happen when Mary Jane is forced to meet the "killer" of her parents? And what will happen to her after her parents death?

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23. A Bad Idea

"Jane?" His voice asked inside my head. I shook it off. I was back to being alone. Dreaming about them - about him. My arms were covered, my body intoxicated. I couldn't do anything - the only thing I could do, was wait. Wait for the nightmare to be over... wait for it to be done.

"Jane, what's wrong?" Kylie was worried sick, but I hadn't felt like talking to her lately. I finally had got the nerves to pick up the phone and call her, but she was still freaking out, even knowing I was okay. Maybe okay wasn't the word, though.

"Nothing... jussst a little t-tired," I said, trying to control my drunk-voice.

"Are you drunk?" she asked, her voice mad.

"No, Kyles, I'm totally exhaussssted... I'm gonn' go to bed after thisss, promissse." She took a deep breath.

"I'm going to have to believe you I guess..." she said, sounding worried.

"Yessss, do so!" I said a bit to enthusiastically. I smiled at my stupidity for a second, until I remembered why I got drunk in the first place. The room was clouded, and i pinched my eyes together, like I was trying to clean my eyes.

"Well, I have to tell you sometime, so I might as well do it now..." she said, hesitating. I was listening carefully, even though everything seemed distracting right at that moment.

"I'm going back to India." she finally said. It took about a second for me to hang up, and go straight to the bottle. India!? That's like more than a thousand miles away! And at this time? While I was the most vulnerable - but on the other hand, she didn't know that. She'd been gone, out of the house, abandoning me, like the rest of them.

I went to the couch and turned on the TV.

"One Direction in concert at the biggest arena of The Great Britain - coming to you live from the spot, I'm Madeline Berry Thompson." The camera zoomed out, showing the whole gathering of people in front of the Arena, all dressed with something that had something to do with the boys. The banners were standing tall, towering over the massive crowd of people chanting One Direction songs, making them sound not like a song, but just a shitloads of screams - well, maybe that's because the screaming were overpowering everything else in the clip. I felt a surge through my stomach, as a film about the boys filled up my screen, first showing Niall, the Zayn, then Liam, and then Louis... but lastly, there was Harry, his hair perfectly sculpted, face perfectly  made up, but eyes dull. Like something was missing. I shook my head, as the tears went straight to my eyes, blinding me even more than before. I had to see him. I stood up, careful not to trip, as I grabbed the bottle of Vodka on the coffee-table, making my way past the kitchen, and over to the door, where I threw a black leather jacket over my blue and white printed pajama-shorts and my turqoise cropped tank-top. I put on some black flipflops, and headed out the door, Vodka in hand, nowhere near ready for what was going to happen next.

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