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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25. Confrontation

The concert continued a couple of songs without Louis. He felt a need to stay behind the scenes with me, when suddenly, he turned me around to look at him.

"Babe, I'll be back later - as much as I want to stay here with you, it's crucial for me to be out there tonight.. this is my job, remember that." He said, as he kissed my forehead. He stood up, and took my hand, leading me down the same narrow hall Zayn had earlier - we walked to the farthest room, with a star on the door reading Louis. He took a key out of his pocket, and opened up the dressing-room, letting me inside. It was warm, and there was a couch in the middle of the room and a television. He lead me to the couch, and sat me down. I swung my legs up, and covered myself with the blanket, facing the TV.

"Stay right here. I'll be back in an hour or so, okay?" he said, smiling at me, as he touched my hair, and left the room. 

"I think he loves you." Louis said, his eyes shining as he showed his pearly whites in a big smile. Even though I'd only known him for a short while, it felt like he was one of my best friends, just casually speaking about everything and nothing. I smiled, and looked at him. We hadn't moved from the floor yet.

"Do you love him too?" he asked. I tried not to smile. I had in no way forgiven him yet, but I guess I did before.

"I did before, I guess... not so sure about that now." His smile disappeared  as we looked out the big windows. The thunder had started violently again.

"I wish it would stop making so much darn noise." Louis said, looking at me.

"I don't. This soothes me - makes me feel weightless, like there's no worries... nothing to hurt you." He smiled, and I smiled back, for the first time since Harry.

"WHY THE FRICK DID YOU DO THAT?!" The door slammed, and I instantly opened up my eyes, waking up faster than I'd ever done before. Harrys face was so mad, I'd never seen it like that before.

"WHY THE HELL DID YOU HUMILIATE ME IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE?! I'LL NO DOUBT BE ON THE COVERS OF EVERY MAGAZINE THIS WEEK... "CRAZED FAN HITS MANWHORE HARRY STYLES IN THE FACE AT THE BIGGEST ONE DIRECTION CONCERT IN ENGLAND TO DATE!"" His eyes were shining with anger, and he was shaking. I was just sitting there, letting him finish.

"YOU STUPID CRAZED BIMBO! EVERYTHING JUST HAS TO BE ABOUT YOU, DOESN'T IT?!" He yelled, almost spitting in my face with anger. A tear escaped my eye, as I looked at him, standing there, his breathing uneven, face totally twisted in pain and anger.

"AND HOW DARE YOU EVEN COME TO A CONCERT IN THE FIRST PLACE?! WHEN YOU HAVEN'T ANSWERED MY CALLS, HAVEN'T TALKED TO ME, AND WHY? I DON'T KNOW WHY, BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T TOLD ME!" I shook  my head, and let another tear escape my eye.

"I think you can figure it out." I whispered.

"WHAT? WHAT HAVE I DONE THAT IS SOOOOO BAD?!" He yelled.

"You killed my parents. And you didn't have the guts to actually tell me, to my face. You kept it a secret. You kept the whole thing a secret - on top of that, you broke my fucking heart!" I yelled. He winced when i said fuck.

"How dare you tell me I'm a stupid bimbo, HOW DARE YOU even talk to me like that? You have NO RIGHT to be mad Harold Edward Styles! NO RIGHT! So just SHUT THE FUCK UP, and don't ever talk to me again!" I sat down, the tears starting to appear on my cheeks. But I wasn't quite finished.

"AND IT FUCKING HURTS HARRY! IT HURTS SO BAD, YOU HAVE NO IDEA!"

The tears were streaming down my red puffy face, and I could feel my heart pounding uncontrollably in my chest. His eyes were red, and I could sense he was on the verge of tears. I could understand him.

"I GOT THEM BACK, AND THEN I LOST THEM AGAIN. I LOST THEM BECAUSE SOME IDIOT WAS TOO STUPID TO THINK ABOUT WHAT HE WAS DOING. SOME IDIOT KILLED MY PARENTS HARRY!"I screamed. My stomach was clenched together, and I felt ill just by thinking about the whole situation. He was looking at the ground, and I knew he struggled for words.

"Why the fuck would you do that, Harry? Why would you never say anything like that to me, when you're the reason I haven't eaten for the past month - When you're the reason, I probably never will breathe normally again? I just dont understand your reasons. I really don't!" My voice wasn't so loud anymore, but I could still see it was influencing him. I sniffled, and used the back of my hand to wipe my eyes. I couldn't even stand to look at him. I turned around, and sunk down to my knees. I could feel him stirring. His sniffles were the only thing filling the cold and empty silence. 

"You're the reason why I will never see them smile again. Why I will never feel my mother's soft touch on my cheek - my dads firm grip around my shoulders." i said, my eyes welling up with tears, that slowly streamed down my face, onto my shirt.

"I will never be happy with anyone, Harry. At least that's what I thought." My voice cracked, and I was trying to hide my face.

"But the weird thing is..." i took a deep breath, and dried my eyes. "You make me happy. The boy who killed my parents, makes me happy - the boy who took away my only real protectors -  My only real loves - makes me want to live. And after all these things, I've made up my mind." I turned around to look at him, and he was sitting on the ground, elbows resting on his knees, face in his hands, shaking. I crawled towards him, and touched his soft curly hair. He looked up at me, his eyes soaking wet. I pushed his legs apart, and sat on my knees between them. I kissed his red cheeks to remove the tears. He put his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer to him.

"I love you." I said, letting a tear escape my eye. He placed his hand on my cheek, and wiped it away with his thumb.

"I love you too." He said, and slowly pulled my head towards his - our lips meeting in a tender kiss.

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