When Love Reaches...(One Direction Fanfiction)

Odd Day

---Fiona's P.O.V.---

Harry had last minute studio work to do, so we made our date night a little bit later in the week.

"Uhm...hello?" I asked into my phone, not recognizing the called I.D.

"Oh, hey, it's Mike!" My ex-fiance answered into the receiver. I took a double take in my head.

He proposed to me at our graduation and we were going on three years! I honestly thought we were perfect together...until he left me for his ex. I was sad and not used to the fact of being alone all the time, but I was moving to England anyways. I was angry at him..still. And since my birthday was coming up quick, I sure wanted to forget about him. 

"Oh...hey!" I tried to sound cheerful.

"How are you? I'm heading to Europe for a sales-week and I was wondering if you wanted to meet for coffee?" Mike replied with more questions.

"Listen-" I started.

He interrupted me, "I'm really sorry for what I did to you, I know it was wrong and I want to catch up with you to make sure you're alright."

I sighed. "Fine...whatever," I groaned. I was ultimately annoyed that he went out of his way to get my number and talk to me...when he has another beautiful girl at home.

"Sounds good, I'll call you when I fly in tonight and we can see tomorrow?" Mike's voice rose. He always had a little anger problem...

"Alright..." I descended. 

"Goodbye now!" He hung up. I was always confused on what his tone of voice meant or what he was feeling.

I did love him. I admit it. But when he went behind my back, I lost it.

Another call came in.

Harry's voice filled my ears. "Heey gorgeous."

"Aw, hey you," I replied, smiling.

"I'm driving back from rehearsal in the studio, want to possibly meet up at the park?" Harry offered.

I looked around. "Sure, but...where's the park from where I am?"

He chuckled and replied, "I'm coming to get you...are you by..?"

"Right next to the bike shop and the pet store!" 

"On my way," He said quickly, hanging up.

I blushed a little, running my fingers through my hands. I decided to take a seat on a bench while I waited. I plugged in my headphones and started playing some Beatles songs. 

Hey Jude was almost over when another guy sat next to me. He looked a little older and checked me out when he sat down. I rolled my eyes and focused on my music.

"Excuse me?" The man spoke above my music.

"Can I help you?" I asked, trying to pull away from the conversation.

He grinned and replied, "Actually, yes," He put a hand on my leg. "Do you mind helping me lift this bike into my car?" He motioned to his bike and looked at his car, which was near by.

I thought about when Harry would pull up, but this guy needed help. I nodded and picked up the bike while he unlocked his car. The sun was setting and the people around us were filing into their cars or restaurants. 

The man popped the trunk open and looked at me. We both took a side of the bike and lifted it behind the trunk. Instead of lifting it again, he used his hand to slam me into the open trunk. My legs were hanging out while I was screaming my lungs out.