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?


24. Live at Concert

I ran through the streets, occasionally tripping and falling on my face - the vodka bottle was spilled everywhere, and I was certain I reeked of alcohol and terrible judgement. Great. I was unsure where the Arena actually was, so I was trying to find my way to the thousands of screaming girls. I finally found the barrier of screaming girls, and pushed my way through, careful not to trip and get killed from people walking on me. When I finally came close to the Arena, close enough to see the top of the building, I started panicking, wanting to get there faster. I tripped, but I quickly got on my feet again, as the girls parted for me, probably because I was unmistakingly drunk. I went over to the entrances, trying to make my way through.

"Hey, no cutting line!" a girl yelled, as I fell down to my knees, when a security guard stepped in my way.

"Ticket, please?" I hadn't got a ticket.

"It's just really, important that I g-g-get in there! I neeeed to talk to H-H-Harry." my voice was shaking, and I was almost crying. 

"I'm sorry, no access without ticket." I panicked, as I turned around, and stumbled in between the many people. There had to be a back-entrance for the boys. There was - behind a big fence with security all around it, their equipment-bus were parked, and people were carrying stuff into the back of the arena. I walked towards the fence, but I was stopped by a security guard.

"No access behind here. If you have a ticket, you can get in line at the front." he said, his eyes hidden by sunglasses. I shook  my head, as I tried to get through, and get past him. He kept pushing me off.

"NO, PLEASE!" I begged, still trying to get through

"HEY!" I looked in the direction of the voice.

"I know her. You can let her in." Zayn said, taking a puff of his cigarrette. He dumbed it on the concrete floors, as he stomped on it and put it in his pocket. The guard nodded, as he let me through, opening up the fence, just enough for me to get in. I got inside the big parking-lot, and stumbled over to Zayn, trying to act as sober as possible, but when I got to him, I fell down, and he managed to catch me, but just barely. 

"Jane, you're drunk." He said, as he tried to catch my eye.

"Noooooo," I said, as I tried to stand up again. 

"Let me help you," he said, as he took me by the arm and got his phone out, calling a number.

"Niall, can you come out here right now?"

"Sure... what's wrong?"

"Just come out here, please?" A second later, the door to the building opened, and a confer-ready Niall rushed out the door, looking once at me, then at Zayn, and then he rushed to my side, putting my arm over his shoulder. They led me to the door, and got me inside, while trying not to make anyone notice.

"Do you need something?" Niall asked.

"Foods, drinks, a blanket, anything?" He sounded worried.

"I'll get her a blanket from Harry's dressing-room..." Zayn said, while walking fastly, almost running, down a narrow hall, with doors on both sides. Niall sat me down on a broken speaker, and sat down in front of me, looking me in the eyes.

"Not to sound like a total jackass, why are you here?" he asked, as he put his hand on my knee. I rested my head against the wall, closing my eyes.

"I want, to see-e-e hi-i-im. Louis, told me... to tell him h-h-ow I feel..." I said, trying not to mumble or fall asleep. I opened my eyes, looking down at his blue ones, trying to focus.

"Why are you drunk?" 

"I'm not only dr-r-runk..." I said, laughing at the obviousness.

"Holy crap... you're really in a bad shape, hu'?" he asked, carressing my knee. I nodded, as I closed my eyes again, feeling a blanket being wrapped around me. 

"That's the only one Harry has - he's walking around with the rest - Niall, he's not dressed and stuff like that yet - be careful... oh, and can I talk to you for a second?" Zayn asked. I felt Niall pat my knee two times, before standing up, following Zayn out of the room.

Then I was left there, alone, backstage at an One Direction concert - thousands of girls would've died to be in my position, I guess I'm the only one who really want out. This was a bad idea. A spontaneous, bad decision. Harry was around here, I could feel it, and I did not want to see him anyways. Zayn came back, this time without Niall.

"Hey, the concert's starting in five minutes, I have to go get ready with the boys.. I'll open up this curtain a bit so you can see the performance, and tell Tom and Lou that you are here, so that nobody kicks you out. Louis says hi - he was in makeup when I spoke to him. You are free to leave whenever you want, but If you want to talk to Harry, you'll have to wait to the concert's over. He put his hand on my head, and turned around. He then opened the curtain just a bit so I could look out onto the stage, and over then tens of thousands of people screaming and chanting their names. The noise overpowered me, but made me see clearly. It was like a roar of thunder - relaxing, yet terrifying. For a moment I forgot all troubles - all worries. For a moment I actually felt like a human being. 


The screams got worse, as I heard the familiar voice of Louis yelling into his microphone;

"Hello Directioners!" The crowd roared, as Niall jumped out on stage, followed by Liam, definetly beatboxing the tune of What Makes You Beautiful. Zayn ran from the far corner, onto the stage, his hands clapping to the beat of Liams rhythms. Then Liam stopped, and started singing,

"You're insecure, don't know what for, you're turning heads when you walk through the d-o-o-or..."  The fans sang along, and the whole Arena was jumping. The positive thoughts, the happy feelings were overpowering, making me more upset. They stopped in the middle of the song, and Niall yelled;

"I bet you were all wondering where Harry is, and here he is with his solo!" Harry entered the stage with a giant grin on his face, and started singing. It was like a punch in the stomach, and I suddenly felt the unpleasant feeling of his voice filling my body, making me sick. I stood up, and threw the blanket on the floor, along with my leather-jacket, as I entered the stage, everyone suddenly looking at me. Zayn and Niall exchanged glances, and Louis and Liam both looked my way, stopping the song. The crowd went silent, and Harry turned around, his face turning into a surprised frown when he saw me in this condition. I walked past Niall, shrugging them off when they tried to hold me back.

"No.." I said, as I fell onto my knees, only two or three meters away from him. He rushed to my side, and put my arm over his shoulder, helping me to my feet. I didn't look at him, until I was secure on my feet, and I could see him clearly. I pushed him off me, careful not to trip and fall back down. Then I looked at him, seeing his dull eyes.

"What is going on?"


"Don't say fuck, he doesn't like that..."




SLAP. My hand had hit his face with such force, he stepped back a little, his hand on his cheek, looking intently at me. The crowd screamed like never before, some trying to buh me off stage, others applauding. Harry was looking at me like I was dead meat, but at the same time, like he understood what I just did. Louis rushed to my side, putting his arm underneath my shoulder, and taking me off stage, where nobody could see what was going on. He sat down next to me, on the broken speaker I'd been sitting on before, and put my head on his shoulder.

"You have a girlfriend..." I whispered, as the tears started streaming down my cheeks.

"That doesn't matter right now. She'll understand." He said, holding my hand, while I silently cried and cried. My revenge was taken - but I didn't feel better at all. In no way.

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