Mara Jay Hansen is roommates with one direction. She's an interior designer building her dream. After struggling with Harry constantly asking her to marry him she breaks and leaves. Harry is broken and so is Mara. Mara reconnects with her ex-fiancé...
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"Dad, I'm fine." I picked a strawberry from a bowl on his counter top. "What were you thinking? Getting drunk like that anyway?" "Dad I'm 23. I'm not your little girl." "Mara you will always be my little girl. That is why I get on to you about this kind of thing. Alcohol poisoning is serious." "Ok, dad." He wiped his eyes. "Are you crying?" "No." He patted them with a napkin. "Dad." I nagged. "Darling I don't want to lose you like lost your mother." I gulped. I didn't expect that. "I lost one girl I can't lose the other." "What about David?" He pulled me into a hug. "Him too." We laughed. "I love you." He kissed my cheek. "I love you too."
I was doing dishes when Harry walked in. He put his arms around my waist. I felt his breath on my shoulder. "Did you see Kim Kardiashian got married?" "Oh god Harry." "Don't you want that?" He kissed my shoulder. "To get married?" "I don't need a piece of paper that says I love you." "Mj, please." "Harry I don't want to talk about it right now." "We could have a honeymoon Italy!" "Harry! I don't want to talk about this!" "Hey, keep it down!" Our neighbor warned. "Mara." He grabbed my hand. "I'm going for a walk." I look off my rubber gloves and threw them in the sink. I started walking to our room. "Door is that way." He points. "I have to pee!" I slam the door so hard that it makes me flinch.
I open the door. Harry is watching tv. He didn't say anything. I went it he door to put my shoes in but there was only one there. "Niall have you seen my other shoe?" I ask he closes the pantry with a slice of bread in his mouth. "No." He shoves another on in his mouth. I walk in the bedroom. "It's not in there." Harry says. That's when I know he had something to do with it. I open he closet and there are only right foot shoes do even if I wanted to wear two uncoordinated shoes I couldn't. "HARRY!"
So yeah, Harry hid everyone of my left foot shoes so I wouldn't leave. Boyfriends, am I right?
"Oh my gosh." Harry is on his phone listening to music. "What?" "Taylor Swift just dropped a new album." Inside I'm like "Nobody gives a shit." On the outside I say, "Good for her." "All the songs are about love." "This is Taylor swift, babe." I state the obvious wondering why that matters. "They're about me!" He says. "No their not." I kind of laugh. ""See me in hind sigh tangled up with you all night"" he quoted. "Stop!" I didn't want to hear that. ""I can make the bad guys good for a weekend."" "So.." "I'm a bad guy right? Bad ass?" "Harry-" ""Starbucks lovers?!"" "Wait really?!" I took his phone. "Look." He showed me the lyrics. "That bitch!" Harry and I met in a coffee shop. He was a regular but when I showed up at the new job, espresso wasn't the only thing he wanted. ""They'll tell you I'm insane."" I read. During an interview it may had sipped that I said Taylor was insane for a music release. ""Oh my god who is she? I get drunk on jealously."" I was in awe! Harry met me when they were dating and I was with my ex-fiancé. We kept reading. "She thinks I'm coming back." Harry laughed. "She's insane." I say laughing.
I scrolled though my phone. I just posted a picture that instantly got liked and commented on. It was a picture of Harry and I kissing under the sunset with the caption: I think it's safe to say he's moved on swiftly. "Really?" Harry walks in showing me his phone. "It was clever. Admit it." "Alright Hansen, you win this time."
"Surprise." My dad showed up with dinner. "Dad." I hugged him and invited him in. "Thought I'd bring dinner." "Is this about the alcohol poisoning?" "No no." "Dad! I'm perfectly fine." "Did you drink fluids?" "Dad!" "Honey, I worry about you. Living with this many guys? Is it healthy?" "I lived with you and David." "Fair point." I started taking it the Chinese take out. "A thank you before you pig out." I glared at how accurate that was. "Thank you."
I folded and shirt and placed it in my suitcase. "Where are my dress shoes?" Harry had torn the closet apart looking for them." "Did you look in Niall's room. He tends to take your things." He pints at me saying that that's a good idea. Nobody knows but it's Coachella week and we'll be there in disguises. Harry walks back into the room with his shoes. He mutters something under his breath. "Hey, the canopy ripped in the backyard." I say. "Who ripped it?" "We did idiot." "Right, that intense make out." He smirks. "Will you have the boys fix it?" "Yeah." "I'm stoked for Coachella." "Me too." He gave me a look.
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"What?" "I just really love you Mara Jay." "Well you are my Starbucks lover."
The actual lyrics came out later saying it was actually got a long list of ex-lovers but Harry still chooses to believe they were about me.
