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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"We're taking one of your cars, right?" I asked, looking into his eyes. His hand squeezed mine, and he nodded, his curls bouncing with the movement of his body. We were walking out the entrance Niall and Zayn'd taken me inside through, and into the big parking-lot like space outside the arena. People were still screaming, but the sound was definetly not as loud as before. Liam, Niall, Zayn and Louis were getting into a big bus when we walked over to a big black SUV. Harry waved at the boys, who quickly returned the favor, Niall lingering just a bit longer, until he realized the boys were already in the bus. I laughed, and he returned my grin, jumping into the buss. Harry yawned.

"Your place?" he asked. I nodded, pumped with the fact that he was finally coming back to me - where he belonged.

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"Does Biodermha work on this kind of makeup?" I asked, as I looked in my bathroom cupboard for some make-up remover.

"How am I supposed to know? You're the girl..." Harry said, laughing. I gave him a killer-look, and he shut up, trying not to laugh.

"I'm sure you've worn makeup more than I have in this life-time... started using it everyday a year ago." I said, turning around to look at him, the product in hand. I gave it to him, and he examined the pink packaging with curiously.

"It looks like some kind of water..." he said, as he opened the top, and smelled the product inside. Then he turned it upside down, and poured a little bit into his hand.

"Are you just supposed to smear this onto your face?" he asked, as he put his hand on his cheek and rubbed it in.

"Cotton-pads!" I turned around, and bend over to look in the drawer again.

"I could get used to this..." Harry mumbled. I felt his stare, and smiled a bit.

"So, what do you usually do when you get your makeup removed, since you have absolutely no idea what to use where?" I asked, laughing a bit as I soaked one of the pads with the liquid, and put it on his face. His facial expression was priceless, as I started massaging one of his eyes with the wet substance.

"IT'S COLD!" He said, as he started laughing. I sat down on my knees in front of him, and rested my arm on his thigh. I smiled.

"It's usually not like this..." he said charmingly, as he shrugged.

"Usually feels more oily," My phone rang, cutting him off.

"Aren't you going to pick that up?" he asked, as I flipped the pad over, and began on the other eye. I shook my head, and smiled quickly.

"I know who it is..." I said, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my pulse exhilarated to the thought of Kylie. Kylie who left me for India, and didn't know half of what was going on in my life at the present moment. Harry reached into my pocket, and pulled out my phone, as he looked on the display with the eye not covered with the pad.

"Kylie..." he muttered, as he pressed the green button, and before I could say anything put the phone to his ear and said;

"Mary Jane Moore's phone, this is Harry speaking."

"Harry, NO!" I almost yelled, as I threw the pad on the floor, well-knowing Kylie would rush home from wherever she was, just to get Harry to stay away from me. I snatched the phone out of his hand, and put it to my ear.

"It's not what it sounds like!" I said, standing up, and quickly walking out the room, into the dimly-lit living room. Kylie was silent in the other end, but I could hear her breath heavily filling the microphone on her iPhone.

"I can't believe you. Just saw you on TV, and now this."

Beep, beep, beep. She'd hung up - and I was certain she was on her way over here. Harry'd better hide.

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