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?


7. The funeral

The music sounded, and everyone stood up, My tears had stopped, and was just looking down on my hands, trying to forget where I was. Who I was. I heard silent sobs around the big white church, as the words of the song was echoing in the big room. I swallowed, in the hope of losing the lump that had built up in my throat, making me choke a bit. My black nails were pinching the skin on the back of my hand, and my sleeves were almost covering where drops of blood, started oozing from. I shook a bit from the pain, but it felt good, and a sudden relief rushed through my body, all the way from my head to my toes. I felt the tingles it left, as i scratched in the open wounds I had made in my left hand, and my heart started slowing down to a quite normal pace. The music stopped, and the sounds of the muffled voices, singing along stopped around me, making me want to scream. The sound had a calming effect. I closed my eyes, as I started humming in my head, to keep away from falling over, or sitting down.

"... may they rest in peace, and may the lord show them kindness, and solidarity. Amen." The priest said, raising his hands, and looking over the crowd of people, honoring my parents. Suddenly the door opened, and everyone turned their heads, looking to see the person who'd be so embarrasingly late to a funeral. I didn't turn around. My nails were still scratching my hands, as I could feel the precense of someone next to me. A couple of people next to me. I looked up at the priest, and waited for him to speak, but he just looked at the person next to me, in total awe. My eyes followed his glance, as I looked down on the feet of my neighbour. My eyes trailed up, and over the tight-fitted tuxedo pants, up onto the black blazer and the black dress-shirt. His tie was lying perfectly in the hollow of his neck, and is neck was tense. My eyes were trailing the beautiful bone-structure, up to his full lips, and perfectly sculpted nose. I avoided his eyes, as I looked at his full curly brown hair. Then my eyes met his. Those emerald green eyes, looked at me in such a manner, I couldn't help but love them in that second. I could almost feel myself touching his hair, feeling his body against mine... My lips against his. I smiled. He was breathing slowly, and I could feel his breath on my forehead.

"I'm Harry Styles." He said, is voice shaking, as he wiped away a tear from his cheek.

"I'm Mary Jane Moore." I said, looking him in the eyes. Did I just smile? Not possible. Not possible! Simply not possible, and definetly not at my parents funeral. A tear rolled down my cheek, as I stopped picking in the wound on my hand.

"I'm really sorry, Jane. I truly am." he whispered, as the priest continued. I couldn't answer - I turned around, and looked up at the priest, and waited at him to finish. I was humming in my head again, the silence in the church killing me. I felt a hand in mine, and I looked at Kylie, who gave me an insecure smile... but it was all blurry, and dizzying. My head was spinning, and everyone was gone. Another song begun, and my legs were shaking so much, I had to sit down. She looked at me with worry, and I put my head between my knees, as I took deep breaths.

"Breathe in, breate out... relax... calm down... everything is going to be alright." I looked up, meeting those eyes again, doing as he said. His hand were on my back, slowly caressing me, and in front of me, Kylie sat, looking at me like I was going to die any moment. 

"I can't do this..." I said, trying to catch my breath. I stood up, and wobbly walked out of the church, almost falling on the stone-floor. I could hear steps behind me, and I felt Harry's hand on my back, and under my knees, as he picked me up, and carried me out of the church, into the kitchen-area, and sat me down on the table-tops. He opened my legs a bit, and stood between them, resting my head on his shoulder, while he held me tight in his arms. The tears were flowing down my cheeks onto his blazer, and his body was shaking. I heard the clicking of heals in the hallway, as Kylie appeared by the door.

"You can't just do that and expect her to forgive you." she said, the disgust obvious in her voice. He continued to hold me tight, as he buried his head on the crook of my neck. What was she talking about? She walked towards us, thinking about what she was going to say.

"And how dare you come here? After all you've done?" she finally said, stopping in front of us, a tear escaping the corner of her eye. Harry let go of me, and slowly walked towards her.

"I don't know." he said. He shook his head, and walked out of the room.

What had he done? And why were Kylie so pissed?

Who was this Harry Styles?

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