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?


41. In love

Louis Tomlinsons P.O.V

"Eleanor, I'm so sorry, but she needed me." Eleanor'd called me, to ask why we hadn't been seeing each other these days. I honestly didn't know, but Jane was definitely a reason.

"I know she's not my girlfriend, but she means so much to Harry." I said, answering her question. I felt my body tingle.

"I'm sorry. Yes. I know." She started crying in the other end of the phone.

"I love you too. It's just really hard these days. I have to be there for Harry and Jane. I have to rethink my priorities? El, you mean the world to me. No doubt - it's just… Harry's my friend. He's hurting these days - it's just important, both for our careers, and for his sanity that he get's through this. He's changed so much these days, and the rest of the boys and I can feel it very clearly. Please understand?" I said, walking out into the hall, and out the front door, walking down the stairs, pacing back and forth in the lobby of the building. The paparazzi's were slowly figuring out where the five lads from One Direction were staying, and even though it didn't bother me that much, it still made me feel like crap. The flashes from their cameras where lighting up the room, taking pictures of me, trying to document every move, clearly looking for a story. When we were gone on Tour, Jane would be overwhelmed with the people outside her building. She wasn't just a nobody anymore. She was that person, who hit Harry Styles in the face on stage, and whom he still continued to love. The innocent victim of his mistakes. The greatest thing to ever happen to him, and the worst. 

"I'm so sorry, El. It was never mine or Harrys intention of hurting you. I love you too. Bye." I pushed the red button, and put my phone in my pocket, still unsure what El was thinking. Did she understand? Or did she think I was a big ass? She meant so much to me, it hurt. But so did Mary Jane. Maybe even more than she should. And that hurt even more.


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