A drunk mistake

Makayla has always loved one direction, but she always hated the crazed fans. One day, on her way to school, she sees a crowd of girls chasing no other than... One Direction. She was quite happy to see One Direction in her town. She got out of her red mustang, and headed to the crowd. She helped 1D out by stopping the crowd. 1D and makayla ended up being close. Especially Louis, Makayla and Harry. What will happen when Harry and Makayla start dating? What will happen when they fall in love? When Harry goes on tour, and is found drunk with another girl, making out, on the news, what will Makayla do?


10. They are just jealous


                                                             Harry's P. O. V.


I had the limo drop me off at Makayla's place. I pulled my hoodie up to cover my curls because I noticed paparazzi behind bushes and stuff. They think they're slick but they aren't. I knocked on her door before letting myself in. "Makayla? Im here beautiful." I called out. Nothing. I looked around, starting to get suspicious. Where could she be? " Makayla?" I called out again. I started walking up the stairs. Suddenly I heard faint... sniffling? It was coming from her room. "Makayla? Babe, are you alright?" I asked from behind the door. I opened it to see Makayla on her bed, with tears all down her face. I never seen her cry before and it was the worst sight I have ever seen." Oh god. What's wrong?" I asked as I rushed to her. She didn't answer. I engulfed her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around my torso and cried into the crook of my neck.

" Babe, What's wrong?" I asked again. She couldn't talk, she tried but it just came out as cries. "shh. Its okay calm down." I coo'd into her ear as I laid down with her on my chest. I was playing with her hair and she calmed down. " Okay. You wanna tell me what's wrong?" I asked. She pointed to her phone, signaling for me to have a look. I grabbed her phone and opened it. She was on Twitter. Oh god. I saw all these hateful things. They were never ending. " Oh my god. Babe. Don't let them get to you." I said hugging her. She silently cried into my chest. " I know I shouldn't. But im fucking sensitive!" She cried. I could tell she was angry because she cursed. " I know. I know. Just listen. Ignore them. They're just jealous." I said taking her face into my hands.

" You are NOT any of them things they called you. Your not fat. Your perfect. Your not ugly. Your gorgeous, and you are definitely. NOT  a whore. No where near it." I said caressing her cheek. Before I could say anything, she kissed me. This kiss, was filled with so much passion... and love. I could feel every bit of it. She pulled away. Almost as if thinking hard on something. "H-harry?' She stuttered. " Yes" " Are... you ermm... a- are you just u-using me?" She stuttered. I was taken aback by her question. Why would she think that? Oh that tweet! " NO!" I said. " Never! And we haven't.. you know, done it yet. So how would I be using you?" I chuckled. " I don't know." She said blushing because of embarrassment. She then laid her head on my chest. I had my hand drawing circles into her waist." Harry. I love you so much" She said hugging the side of me since we were laying down. " I love you to beautiful." I said and kissed her head. I started singing faintly 'little things' to her as she slept. I then heard her faint snores after a while. I decided I will take her out for breakfast tomorrow to get her mind off of it.


                                                         ~ Morning ~ Makayla's P. O. V.


I woke up with my eyes stinging. My eyes always stung if I cried the previous night. I then took a moment to take in my surroundings. I was on my bed, Harry had his arms fitted tightly around me. I gently tried to pry away from his grip. " Stay " He mumbled in the deep morning voice. WOW. " I got to go take a shower Harry. Im sticky from the tears." I replied. " Fine, beautiful. But still don't let them get to you. Just know your perfect to me." He said more awake now. I smiled before hugging him and kissing his cheek. "Thank you Harry." I smiled. He gave me a peck on the lips before laying back down.

I wen to the shower and locked the door. I hopped in and cleaned myself with the vanilla body wash. I felt better since I wasn't sticky from the tears. You know when they roll down your neck and then it gets sticky. Yeah I hate that feeling. I hopped out and dried myself off. I went into the room with the towel around me. " Haz. Get out." I said without turning around. He was hiding, trying to see me. I heard his chuckle. " No I wont look." He said and then covered his face with the blanket. I sighed. I looked around my closet. " Pick something good. We are going out to breakfast." He said. It came out muffled since he was under the blanket. "Ok" I replied. I Had to find something perfect to wear. I need to look perfect for now on. If people are going to see me, I have to look my best. I don't want any more hate. I pulled out rompers. It was floral and it was strapless. It was pretty. I grabbed that and then turned around to make sure Harry wasn't looking.

Good he wasn't.  then slid my towel down and slid the outfit on. I adjusted it in the mirror. I then noticed Harry was looking. He had the famous smirk on his face. " Harold Edward Styles!" I yelled. My face was turning red from, embarrassment he saw my body. He is probably thinking 'damn she's really ugly.' " Now that's a part of you I've never seen before." He smirked. " Shut up!" I squealed playfully slapping his chest. He laughed. " Okay ready to go." he asked sitting up. " Does it look like it?" I asked rhetorically. " yup. Lets go beautiful." He said standing up grabbing my hand. " No Im not ready! Im a mess. Give me and hour." I replied. He sighed. " Fine. But just saying you look beautiful anyways." he said and kissed me. I blushed before he went out the door.

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