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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1. Prologue

 

"IT FUCKING HURTS HARRY! IT HURTS SO BAD, YOU HAVE NO IDEA!"

The tears were streaming down my red puffy face, and I could feel my heart pounding uncontrollably in my chest. His eyes were red, and I could sense he was on the verge of tears. I could understand him.

"I GOT THEM BACK, AND THEN I LOST THEM AGAIN. I LOST THEM BECAUSE SOME IDIOT WAS TOO STUPID TO THINK ABOUT WHAT HE WAS DOING. SOME IDIOT KILLED MY PARENTS HARRY."I screamed. My stomach was clenched together, and I felt ill just by thinking about the whole situation. He was looking at the ground, and I knew he struggled for words.

"Why the fuck would you do that, Harry? Why would you ever say anything like that to me, when you're the reason I haven't eaten for the past two weeks - When you're the reason, I probably never will breathe normally again? I just dont understand your reasons. I really don't!" My voice wasn't so loud anymore, but I could still see it was influencing him. I sniffled, and used the back of my hand to wipe my eyes. I couldn't even stand to look at him. I turned around, and sunk down to my knees. I could feel him stirring. His sniffles were the only thing filling the cold and empty silence. 

"You're the reason why I will never see them smile again. Why I will never feel my mother's soft touch on my cheek - my dads firm grip around my shoulders." i said, my eyes welling up with tears, that slowly streamed down my face, onto my shirt.

"I will never be happy with anyone, Harry. At least that's what I thought." My voice cracked, and I was trying to hide my face.

"But the weird thing is..." i took a deep breath, and dried my eyes. "You make me happy. The boy who killed my parents, makes me happy - the boy who took away my only real protectors -  My only real loves - makes me want to live." I turned around to look at him, and he was sitting on the ground, elbows resting on his knees, face in his hands, shaking. I crawled towards him, and touched his soft curly hair. He looked up at me, his eyes soaking wet. I pushed his legs apart, and sat on my knees between them. I kissed his red cheeks to remove the tears. He put his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer to him.

"I love you." I said, letting a tear escape my eye. He placed his hand on my cheek, and wiped it away with his thumb.

"I love you too." He said, and slowly pulled my head towards his - our lips meeting in a tender kiss.

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