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?


19. The Boys

We were walking in the sunshine, Harry wearing his sunglasses, his scarf around his head, covering his brown locks. I was laughing at him.

"Do you really have to do that? I want my Harry back." I said, smiling at him.

"Would you rather be chased by crazy fans?" He asked, putting an arm around me, as we were walking through a park.

"Not really what I'm interested in!" I leaned in, and kissed his cheek.

"Where do these boys live?" I asked.

"They live around town... mostly when we're off work we don't see each other that much, but I asked for this time to be a bit different, because of some recent events." he said, his eyes changing from excited, to sad. I took his hand, and continued walking, not wanting to dig in whatever had made this time different. We got out of the park, crossing a road, and went into a street with a lot of fancy-looking buildings.

"I live up here," he said,a s he pointed at a condo on the very last floor of the beautifully built buildings. 

"Hey, Lou's there!" he said, smiling and pointing at the window. He waved, and the boy waved back, not hesitating a moment.

"Come on!" Harry pulled me towards the door, and found his key, opening up and letting me inside the hall of the building. The walls were a burnt red, almost looking like it was on fire in the sunlight. I stopped and looked around, pulling Harry back.

"This looks like it's almost made for royalty." he laughed a bit, as he pulled me up the stairs, all the way up to the absolute last floor. Then he put the key in the lock, and opened up the condo.

The walls were a light blue, and not just the boring classical white in my apartment. In the hall, there was a big mirror, next to a rack with coats and shoes underneath. Harry smiled as he heard voices in the living room. He quickly took my hoodie, and hung his scarf and his jacket next to the others. Then he took my hand and lead me to the place the voices came from.

"Harry! Fancy seeing you here!" a blond boy yelled, his irish accent cutting through the room.

"Niall!" Harry said, and waved.

"So, everybody this is Mary Jane Moore, Mary Jane Moore this is everybody!" he said and gestured towards the four boys all sitting in the sofa. They were all smiling at me, except a brown-haired boy, unmistakably the one from the window. I think his name was Louis? Harry was still grasping my hand, and pulling me towards an empty space next to an almost black-haired guy. He looked ethnic. Harry sat down, and pulled me onto his lap, putting his arms around my waist. I looked him in the eyes, our faces only centimeters apart, as he gave me a quick peck on the lips, and smiled reassuringly at me. He squeezed my hand, and looked over at the boys, all of whom were still smiling at me - this time not just polite smiles, but genuine smiles, looking at me and Harry.

"I'm sorry, but I don't really know who you are, or your names for that matter..." I said, nervously.

"We'll introduce ourselves then, I guess." A guy with short brown hair said.

"I'm Liam - Liam Payne." Leeyum.

"I'm Zayn Malik." The guy next to us said. BradfordBadBoi.

"I'm Niall," the blonde guy said. The Irish one. I looked over at Louis, waiting for him to say something.

"I'm Louis Tomlinson." He looked at me and Harry, then looked down at his hands.

"And I'm Harry!" Harry said, and the boys cracked up laughing.

"But I guess you know that very well..." Niall said, smiling pervertedly. I smiled, as Harry squeezed my hand, and kissed my cheek.

"I'm starving.." Niall said, as he stood up, and went into the kitchen. Liam followed, and Harry and I were left alone with Zayn and Louis.

"I have to go... do something..." Zayn said, as he retracted a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. I wanted to go with him so badly, but I'd promised Harry to keep from smoking as best as possible. Zayn stood up, and went to the balcony facing the private-areas for owners of these apartments. Louis was staring intently at us.

"Something wrong Lou?" Harry asked.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Louis asked, breaking Harry off. Harry shrugged, kissed me on the cheek, and then he stood up, tipping me off his lap, leaving me alone in the living room. I looked around. The room was furnished as a bunch of boys would - it had a giant TV in the center of the room, sorrounded by black couches. The room was carpeted, and it felt soft walking on. No plants, no pictures, just a bunch of posters with Oasis, Maroon 5, Michael Bublé and The Beatles, just to name a few. I stood up, and adjusted my clothes a little, walking to the double doors, leading to the kitchen. I opened the door, and a loud noise filled my ears, and loud music blasted out into the room.

"Guess who's back, back, back, back again - Liam's back, back, tell a friend!" Liam shouted, as Niall was whisking eggs singing along. They were moving to the rhythm, as eggs flew around and food were cooking. I walked into the room, and found a chair to sit on. They hadn't noticed me, so I was just watching them acting like total idiots. But it was kind of cute.

"It's Friday, and it's my day, used to party, all the way to sunday, maybe 'till monday, I don't know what day, everyday's just a holiday!" Liam sang, jumping around. Niall were laughing, as he was stirring the pot on the stove. Niall turned around, and saw me.

"SHIT!" he was laughing, and Liam turned down the volume a bit, looking at me like I was threatening them on their life.

"That's NOT going online!" I he said jokingly, as the song continued, and he started cleaning off the countertops.

"How am I supposed to put something online, when I haven't got a video of it?" I said, standing up, walking to the sink and started wetting a cloth to help clean up the kitchen.

"Cool." Niall said, as he turned up the volume a bit again.

"What are we eating?" I asked.

"Spaghetti Bolognese alá Liamo e Niallo," Liam said, flaunting his non-existing italian. I laughed and went over next to Niall to stir around the pasta.

"Thanks." he said, and smiled. Suddenly Zayn bursted in.

"Guys, I think we have a problem..." Liam turned off the music, and we listened. Shouts were coming from somewhere in the flat.

"Oh crap..." Niall said, turning off the stove, and walking fastly out the kitchen, both Liam and Zayn following troops. My heart was pounding. Something was wrong.

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