Princess Clary (One Direction Fan Fiction)

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AN - I figured I could find a song for every chapter. This is supposed to take place during the hiatus that the boys are taking by the way and I originally wanted it to be set in one of the boys home towns, but its supposed to be just a small town in England that the boys used to go to I guess? And fair warning, I love Regina Spektor, so a lot of chapters will probably have her songs. She does swear sometimes or say (sing?) really blunt things so beware of that as well :)

Also, I write short chapters, but hopefully I can upload multiple times a day. I am a student so it is hard to find time. Also, I JUST listened to Made in the AM all the way through and I love it so much and now I can't stop listening haha

I hope you enjoy this story

Clary's POV

     I sat cross legged on the floor of my bedroom with my back to the door while my parents argued in the hall. They were divorced, but my father hadn't moved out. He just kept coming up with excuses to stay with us even though my mother and I didn't need him, and I didn't need either of them. I felt tears fall down my face as anger built up inside of me. 

     I took a deep breath before moving away from the door. I was 19 and perfectly capable of taking care of myself, and thats exactly what I decided to do. My vanity was littered with flower crowns and vintage jewelry and I scooped it all up into the little duffle I called a suitcase. I grabbed as many sets of clothes as I could and I looked at myself in my mirror. 

     My eyes were red and puffy but I didn't care. Appearance meant nothing to me. I ran my fingers through my long, never-been-cut blonde locks and fixed the white and orange flowers on my head. I smoothed out the jean dress I was wearing and slipped on a pair of white ballet flats before bravely opening the door.

     My parents were still yelling but I figured I could slip past them without being confronted. I was wrong. I felt my father grab by arm, stopping me dead in my tracks. I felt my cheeks burn red and I could feel my pulse all over my body. He squeezed his grip until fresh tears poured out of my eyes before letting me go. And I ran.

     I ran outside straight into a typical busy morning in my little town. The couple next door were (was?) walking their 6 year old son to school. The man across the street was in his suit, getting in his fancy car to go to work in a big building somewhere. 

     I walked towards the town center to the coffee shop where I worked. Only a few people were in line for pre-work coffee most likely. I slipped back into the employee room, glad to see the familiar deep brown eyes I knew so well. I studied Toby's face even though I'd seen it every day for the last 8 years. I traced his jaw line with my eyes, admiring the little bit of hair he let grow. Without me saying a word, he knew what had happened.

     I closed my eyes to keep from crying but seconds later, I felt strong arms wrap around me. He brushed his fingers through my hair and let my tears soak through his tee shirt.  "You're coming home with me today," he said, not bothering to ask. I nodded, taking in a deep breath of the scent that had calmed me down for years before pulling away. 

     "My dad got my arm," I said, remembering his grip. My arm was red, soon to turn blue and bruised, but I shook him from my thoughts and let Toby take care of me. "Grab some ice while I through my bag in your car," I said, stealing his keys from the counter. He nodded and I took my bag out to the alley.

     Toby was a brother to me. He was 22 at the time and I vividly remember years of him walking me home from school and being there for me. I loved him more than anything and I knew I would be safe from the hell I called home for at least a little while. As I threw my bag in the car, I saw 4 boys in hoodies talking to each other in whispers. I thought nothing of it until locked Toby's car and one of them looked at me. 

     I'd recognize those icy blue eyes anywhere.