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?


12. Harry

It was knocking on the door. I almost didn't notice because of the continous drumming on the roof from the pouring rain outside. My hair was still damp from the shower I had just been in, so I went to put on a robe, since it wasn't really representable to open the door in no clothes. I ran a bit to my room, opening my closet, and reaching in, grabbing the first robe I could find, and throwing it on. Kylie was out shopping groceries, so I was alone. I ran to the door, checking myself in the mirror, just to make sure my eyes weren't too red. Then I checked my wrists, to make sure they weren't showing the nasty slits up along my arms. I took a deep breath, and opened the door. Outside stood the most perfect human being ever - even drowned in the rain, his curly hair was staying in place, and his green eyes sparkled in the light of the uplit livingroom behind me.

"Harry." I said, a bit to enthusiastically. He smiled at me, as he nodded.

"Can I come in?" he asked. I nodded, and stepped aside, letting him pass me. He kicked off his scruffy shoes, and I offered to take his coat. He took it off, and followed me to the bathroom with it, where I hung it up inside the shower. I also took his scarf, and his umbrella, not wanting it to make a mess on Kylies clean floors. Kylie. She wouldn't like him being here, in our home. Well, my home. She was only staying here for a while. I turned around, and he was standing in the doorway, looking at me.

"Sorry... uuhm, I just got out of the shower." I said, blushing a bit.

"Don't apologize, I'm the one coming out of the blue, and letting myself in." he said, as he looked me in the eyes. I walked past him, out of the bathroom floor, breathing in the scent of him - Of his perfume. He followed me into the livingroom, where he sat down on the white couches, I walked to the kitchen, and started to boil some water.

"Tea or coffee?" I asked.

"Tea, please." he said. I felt him standing up and walking to the kitchen, sitting down at the kitchen island, pushing around the place mattes, put there to not totally ruin the fine white granite table. I opened the cupboard, and found two cups. I put in the tea leaves in the sift, and poured on the water.

"What do you like in your tea?" I asked, turning around to look at him, just sitting there, watching me.

"Honey and milk is good." he said, as he stood up, and started opening up cupboards and drawers. He found the honey and put it on the island, walked over to the fridge, and found the milk. Then he gently pushed me aside, and lead me to a chair.

"Let me do this." he said, and smiled at me. He finished up the tea, and put the two cups on the table, sitting down in front of me, and started to add the honey. Then the milk. Then stir. I sat watching him, not saying a word, warming my small hands on the cup.

"What's that?" he asked, referring to my wrists now showing. I quickly pulled the sleeves over the slits, rummaging my brain for a believeable excuse.

"I cut myself on a knife the other day..." I said. He wouldn't know I barely cook. He squinted his eyes together, as he thought of what I'd said.

"Sure." he said, his eyes now blank.

"Mary, I know what it is."

"Call me Jane... My mother's name was Mary." I said, taking a sip of tea, trying to remove the tears from my eyes, before they'd push their way out into the real world, and not just my fucked up brain.

"Jane." He said, almost tasting the word.

"Jane Doe... the innocent victim of my stupidity." He muttered, taking a sip of the tea. What was he talking about?

"How've you been?" He asked.

"I'm not really ready to talk about that, yet. I am not quite sure myself, you see." I said, looking down into the steaming cup.

"Oh." he said. We sat there for a while, none of us saying a word - but through it all, I could feel him looking at me. His breathing relaxed me, and I shook my head quickly.

"I should be saying something." I laughed at myself, and I coud feel him smiling, looking down, and up again at me, a broad grin plastering his gorgeous face.

"I use my whole face to smile." he said charmingly, waiting for my response. I laughed, and looked him in the eyes. A rush went through me, as I felt butterflies bounce back and forward against the walls of my stomach, almost bursting their way out of my mouth, ears, nose. He laughed, and we sat there, chuckling away for a while.

"This is really weird." I said, as I looked at him again, not daring to stare at him for too long.

"I am really weird," he said, smiling at me again.

"I think I'm the one who's weird here... my brain is dead, I haven't left the house in days, and there are multiple rooms in this condo I don't let anyone, not even myself go into. I am the fucked up one, definitely!" I said, and looked at his mesmerizing green eyes again.

"You have a reason to be. As have I." he said, his face turning dark again.

"How much do you really know about me, Doe?" I thought about my nickname for a moment. Doe - Short for Jane Doe. Accepted.

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