Lost in One Direction

Bay Garline is one of those girls who could care less about girly things like make up, hair, and..... One Direction. In her eyes they are waste of space. Too bad for her One Direction goes to her school, and for some reason seem to love to be in her buisness. But after a while she sees that the boys are getting to her, and discovers her feelings for them and discovers something she could never imagine: herself.


14. Falling Apart

I slipped out silently, only to find myself face to face with Harry. He smirked down at me, yet it didn't quite reach his eyes. I scowled and pushed hard against his built torso, but he didn't budge.

"Leave me alone Harry." I demanded pushing against him again. He laughed at inability to make him move.

"Can't do that love." He whispered bring his face closer to his. His lips were centimeters away and we gazed longingly into each other's eyes.

"Harry." I warned. He smiled and closed the gap between us, his smooth lips molding with mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my hands traveling up and down the back of his neck, fingers entangling in his hair. Harry moved us, and soon my back was pressed against cold metal. I pulled his body closer to mine, his chest immobilizing my movement.

"Am I forgiven?" Harry whispered leaning his forehead against mine. Our breaths were heavy and lingered temptingly in the space between us. I traced my fingers along his cheek bone.

"Sadly." I sighed. Harry kissed my lips one more time before wrapping his arm around my waist and leading me down the hall.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Lunch. We are late."

I frowned and leaned closer to him. What have I gotten into?

When we walked into the canteen, all eyes were on us. Boys snickered and whistled while girls scowled at me enviously. I just smiled back.

"Hey guys." Harry said sitting across from Louis. I sat next to him, Zayn staring at me. I gave him a look and he turned down to his lunch.

"Little couple is back together I see." Louis scowled taking a bite of his salad.

"Yeah. Aren't you happy?" Harry asked enthusiastically. I grabbed his hand under the table.

"Ecstatic." Louis snapped sarcastically. I frowned. He's the one who wanted me to talk to Harry. Did he not think there was a possibility I would forgive him?

"Bay? May I talk to you?" I looked up to see Liam staring coldly at me. I nodded and was led to a small corner.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He gripped my wrist tightly, causing me to wince in pain. I struggled to get out of his grip, but he only squeezed tighter.

"Stop toying with their hearts Bay." He demanded digging his finger nails into my tender skin. I bit my lip.

"I'm not."

He laughed, digging harder. "Are you kidding me? You're dating Harry, yet you kissed Zayn and Louis. And not to mention you keep leading Niall on."

"I'm not leading Niall on. And Zayn and Louis both kissed me. I didn't kiss them." I fumed finally squeezing out of his grip. I ran back over to Harry, his eyes full of concern.

"Are you alright?" He asked. Liam sat down again, giving me a death glare. I grabbed Harry's hand under the table, hoping he'd get the signal that I'd like to be alone with him. Luckily, Harry dragged me out of the canteen and soon I was welcomed to the crisp fresh air. We sat down on a bench, still holding each other's hand.

"What happened?" He asked tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"Liam." I swallowed hard. "He just made me feel terrible about myself."

Harry kissed my forehead before continuing. "How so?"

I took a deep breath. "The night we went to the club, two guys tried to, you know, touch me while I was walking home. Louis found me and being caught in the moment, kissed me. Even before that, when you guys came over swimming, Zayn kissed me and I just didn't know what to do. I still don't know what to do. I feel like a slut." I sighed. Maybe what everyone said was right. Maybe I am a slut.

Harry grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me roughly, his tongue already having entrance. He pulled away and whispered, "Bay Garline, you are not a slut! People get caught in the moment all the time. Don't think so badly of yourself. Liam will get over it and everything will blow over."

Heat rushed to my cheeks and I shot up, Harry losing his grasp on my face. "Why wouldn't I think that way? Every girl in this world and you guys want me? Me?! And I should be flattered but it's so stressful. I used to be a nobody with one friend. And now, my name is never out of people's mouths! I'm tired of it! I just want to go away!" I shouted. Every word seemed to slice Harry's heart. After the heat left my cheeks, I sat back down, my whole body filled with guilt.

"I'm sorry." He said standing up. I stayed still. "Come on." He urged grabbing my wrist. Unfortunately, it was the wrist Liam hurt and I screeched in pain. Harry let go of my arm and grabbed my wrist, examining carefully every blotch of purple and black. When our eyes met again, his were filled with anger.

"Who did this?" He asked coldly. I bit my lip.

"Who?!" He repeated louder.

"Liam." I mumbled. Harry's face turned red and he started to storm towards the canteen. I trailed hopelessly behind him, my strives lacking his stamina and length. Before I could even reach the door, I heard screams and gasps. I shoved the door open to find Liam on the ground, Harry towering over him, his fists colliding with Liam's face. I watched in horror as Liam started to punch back, Harry's face starting to look almost as horrific as Liam's. I ran to Harry, yanking him back by his waist.

"Harry stop!" I screamed pulling him farther from Liam. I pulled him into the hallway.

"I could've handled it!" He snapped wiping blood from his nose.

"Harry, he would've killed you!" I shrieked. He gave me a hard look.

"I don't need you to fight my fights!" He spit venomously at me. I looked at him angrily as my adrenaline started to increase. All of my anger and sadness went into one hard slap across Harry's face. It felt terrific, until I saw his raging face. Maybe it was not the time to hit him. I knew he was ready to snap so I jumped into his arms.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Harry. Please don't hurt me." I begged. His body relaxed a little and I felt his arms wrap around my body.

"It's okay love. I shouldn't have got angry."

He pushed my shoulders down so my eyes looked up into his magical ones. I grabbed his curls and kissed him passionately. I felt the taste of blood on my lips but I didn't even care.

"As much as I'd love to kiss you, I would really enjoy some ice right now." He chuckled painfully as he traced over the bruises on his face. I kissed everyone and then kissed his lips one last time.

"Okay. Let's go to the nurse." I suggested grabbing his hand. I rubbed his sore knuckles with my fingers.

"I promise." He stated suddenly. I looked over at him.

"Promise what?"

He smiled. "I promise to fight for you."

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