Merrily // z.m

// 6 //

Merrily Mae

Have you ever been so nervous that you just coudn't stop pacing in a room, that you coudn't stop thinking about that thing that's making you nervous.

I was that nervous right now. I was nowhere near relaxed. I needed to chill but I just lost it! "Okay. Stop it. Stay cool." I trailed off to myself. Stop freaking out, Mer. It's just Mark. Don't panick. Do not. Their family is just going to stay for a week here. You're freaking crush was gonna be with you for a whole week. Pssh. No big deal.

Mark. He was the guy who I fell head over heels for. Besides, One Direction, he was my escape. You see, he's not just a crush. He is also my best friend. During Year 8 their family moved to London. I was so devastated, because one, my best friend was leaving me. The best friend. The guy who I grew up with. The guy who told me that he was gonna marry me when we were still 5 years old. That guy was leaving me. And two, I was so madly and deeply in love with this guy yet he never even knew. I had planned to tell him but decided against it for he told me that he fancied a girl. Which, lead to me being heartbroken, of course.

"I have something to tell you." We both said in unison.

"You go first." Again we spoke together.

"No. You!" And again.

"Alright, I go first, since I know that the ladies first thing won't work on you."

I giggled. "Okay, shoot."

Today was the day that I was going to confess to my best friend that I, Merrily Mae Edeson, was in love with him.

"So," he trailed. "I kind of like a girl." He continued. I guess my plan was a no no. I nodded for him to continue. "She's so smart, pretty-no, beautiful actually, kind and just absolutely wonderful." He said with so much awe. "I coudn't get her off of my mind. I coudn't stop thinking about her laugh, her smile, her voice, her eyes and just her." Wow. Mark, my friend. You are pretty whipped. "I think I'm whipped."

"She sounds absolutely perfect." I smiled. My heart was now officially broken. The guy I was in love with was in love with another girl. I could just die now. "Yeah, she is." He looked at me. "Absolutely perfect."

"So what were you going to tell me?" He asked. Nope. I am not going to tell you that I'm in love with you. Not with you falling for another chick. I don't want us to be awkard. If he's happy with this girl. Then I'm happy. I do not want to ruin this for him. "Actually it's more of a question." I replied. He nodded for me to continue. "Mark, who do you think is the better twin. Me? Or Harley?" I asked with a serious face. "You, of course." He winked.

And that was it. The next day he told me that they were moving. I was an absolute mess after they left.

The good thing is I have already moved on. Ever since One Direction was made, I was okay again. They saved me. Zayn saved me.

My bedroom door burst open and in came Natalie. She knew everything. She knew that I was in love with Mark. "Mer, they're here." She said. "Come down with me, yeah?" Okay. I nodded and we left. As we reached the bottom step of the stairs. I froze. There he was. Mark. My Mark, all grown up.

"Fuck." I cursed. He looked so handsome and absolutely hot. Oh my god. Natalie chuckled at me for she knew what was going on in my head. "I know right?" We then looked at each other and laughed. Which, of course, caused everyone to look at us. And by everyone, I meant One Direction, my siblings, my grandparents, and Mark's parents.

As soon as Mark turned to me, his eyes widened and his mouth hung open. "Look, Mark. The two are fangirling about you again." Stanley joked. "Oh, Mark is so cute! Mark is so hotttttt. Omg like oh my goooood." He squealed with a girly voice. "Shut up!" Natalie and I said in unison.

Mark laughed. "Hey, Mer. Come here, you." He said. As soon as he said that, I ran to him and jumped up to hug him. I put my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck. "I missed you so much, Marky." I said with tears running down my cheeks. "I missed you too my Merrily." He replied. Oh my god. Did he just say 'my Merrily'? Did he just say that I was his?

Yes.

Yes, he did.