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?


34. All leaving

"SURPRISE!" The boys yelled, as I stepped into the apartment with Harry behind me. My eyes were swollen, and I couldn't bare to even try and smile. I went straight to my room, trying no to break into tears in front of them all. I closed the door, and slid down onto the ground, my hands covering my face. I heard the boys walk around outside the door, as I heard Harry's soothing voice.

"Babe, please let me in?" he said, his voice breaking. The boys were all asking what happened, but Harry blew them off.

"Please? I beg you, please? Let me in!" he said. I heard Louis' voice, and then Harry answering. The boys went quiet.

"I'm so sorry..." Louis said, as his voice sounded more sad than ever.

"Baby, please, let me in. I-..." he started saying something, but hen suddenly stopped. It was all quiet.

"Can you let me in for a moment, Jane?" Zayn asked. I didn't answer.

"Please?" he asked, pleadingly. 

"I think I can help?" he asked.

"How? How can you help? SHE'S GONE!" I yelled. For a moment I was taken aback by the fact that I'd just spoken in such a bad manner to a guy I really didn't know.

"I have a story that I'd like you to hear." he said. I reached up, and opened up the door a bit, just enough to let him in. He squeezed into the dark room, and closed the door behind him.

Then he looked at me, and sat down next to me on the floor.

"Want to hear?" he asked, as he looked at me.

"I know this is tough. When we were on a US tour right at the start of our career, I had to fly home because my Aunt passed." he said, as he tried to keep the tears in himself.

"And even though it's a year ago, it still hurts. It makes me feel so bad thinking about it. She was so proud of me, and even though we didn't always get along, I know she was there for me. And when she... died," he swallowed, and wiped away a tear from the crook of his eye.

"It hurt me. No doubt. But I kept to try and remember that, she's looking down on you, and that same proudness she felt when she was still walking on this earth, she'll feel in heaven as well." I dried my eyes, but the water kept coming.

"I read this tweet while I was with my family in that terrible period... 'God has no phone, but I talk to him. He has no facebook, but he is still my friend. He has no twitter, but I still follow him.' That helped me a lot." he said, as he patted my knee, trying not to cry himself.

"It might not help right now, but it will. Trust me." he said, as he smiled. He stood up, and opened the door a bit, letting Harry inside, as he himself slipped out. I felt Harry's strong arms around me, as he kissed my hair.

"They're all leaving me. All of them..." I cried, resting my head on his chest.

"Shhh... I'm not going anywhere."

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