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?


43. Going out

"Wanna' go out?" Louis asked, looking at me. I felt his gaze linger, as I didn't answer. I hadn't spoken since Harry last night, and no matter how desperately Harry tried to make me laugh, smile, talk, breathe, it wouldn't succeed. I kept staring into the empty space, until Louis practically sat down in front of me, making it impossible for me to avoid him.

"Want to go out? Just you and me." he said, trying to lure me. I just looked at him.

"Okay, we're definitely going out." He stood up, and took my hand, pulling me up onto my feet. Then he took my hand, and dragged me to the door, placing me where the coats were, finding a light green sweater, to put on over top of my black tights and light grey crop top. Then he bend down, and found a pair of biker-boots, and put them down in front of me. I stepped into them, and looked at him, searching for some sort of motive. Why would he want to take me out? To cheer me up? Not going to happen. He looked at me, his eyes sparkling, as he put on his own clothes. He was wearing a dark-grey long jacket, and a pair of white Toms, underneath his light-brown pants, and royal blue T-shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting his hair, making it bigger than it was before. Then he turned to me, and opened the front door, gesturing for me to go first. I hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not I wanted to, but then he put a hand on my back, and lead me through the door, down the stairs, and then finally hitting the lobby of the building.

"Now, just relax. No one's going to hurt you. We just have to get through these, then it'll be okay." He whispered into my ear, trying to calm me. I looked up, and got instantly blinded by the mass of flashing cameras, yells and questions being asked at Louis and I.

"How's Harry?"

"How did it feel hitting Harry Styles in the face?"

"Louis, why are you taking her out, not Harry?"

"Where are you going?"

"Where's Harry?"

"Where's the rest of the boys?"

"How's it going with Eleanor?"

I looked at Louis, seeking comfort, as some security folks pushed through the crowd of people, creating a wall of people on either side of us. Lou's hand was still in mine, occasionally squeezing it, trying to calm me.

"Jane, how are you and Harry's relationship?"

"Why are you holding Louis' hand?"

"Have you broken up?"

"Is it over, now that he's going on tour?"

"Is it over now that you know he killed your parents?"

I stopped for a moment, my gaze hitting the paparazzi who asked the question. He looked at me, as he lowered his camera, seeing the pain in my eyes. Then Louis dragged me along, whispering in my ear;

"Don't mind them. Keep walking." We kept pushing through the heap of people, trying not to get totally smushed. Then, we finally reached a big black S.U.V. Lou opened the door, letting me inside first, then following, his hand still safely clenching mine. He closed the door after him, the toned windows closing out the cameras and the thick doors, making the noise go down. I looked out straight in front of me, the comment from the photographer totally throwing me off track.

"He's not important." Louis said, looking at me. The car started driving, and I felt the rush of joy to get away from those terrible beasts, just waiting outside my door to hurt me. I shook my head and closed my eyes, trying to get away from the world. But when I opened them again, I was looking straight into Lou's bluish/grey ones, fixated on mine, like he was trying to make me think other thoughts. But he couldn't control my mind. He couldn't control what terrible thoughts were replaying inside my head. Instead, he could try and make other things happen, to distract me. Distractions work.

"London eye?" he asked and looked at me. The London Eye. I'd never been there before. I nodded, and tried not to smile, but my eyes gave me away. He looked away, and when his eyes returned to mine, they were sparkling like never again.

"I made you smile." he said, wiping away a fake tear.

I smiled, and hit his shoulder with my free arm. He looked down at our hands, and quickly pulled his away.

"Harry." He said.

"Eleanor." I said back, looking out the window into the sunny London-streets.

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