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...
"MJ, where are my dress shoes?" Harry asked. "Niall." We were frantically trying to get ready. Harry and I had an interview that his agent got us at the last minute. Everyone was going except for Louis and Steph. We didn't want to bring Steph in yet. Well Louis didn't. It would be too much. She doesn't need to fame this soon. "There." Steph just finished painting my right hand for me. "Thank you!" "No problem. I'm gonna need you to do mine tonight." "Oh corse." We went for the dressy-casual look." "Roll my sleeves?" Harry asked. I started to roll them. "No, take off that shirt." "No." "It doesn't match me." "No, it's fine, I like it." "Harry." "MJ." "Take it off". I spun around. "No." He smacked my butt. "I hope the couch is comfortable." "Taking it off."
He never took that damn shirt off.
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We didn't match. "Hold still." I put an arm on Harry's shoulder. We were in the limo. What are you doing?" "It's hot." "Oh sorry." He flapped his shirt. I was going to make a comeback but it was funny so I had to laugh. "Can't keep your poker face?" He asked. "No." I took off my pantyhose. "Just curious, how much did those cost?" Liam asked. "More than your pride." "Well then." He looked out he window in disgust. The guys were used to it by now. It's been almost three years I've been with Harry. 3 incredible years.
"Thank you for joining us on such short notice." The interviewer, Michelle, says. "Glad to be here." Our hands were locked. He always did that during interviews to calm my nerves. I hate flashing cameras, crowds. It spikes my anxiety. "What are you doing in LA?" She asked. Harry and I had a system. Lie= one squeeze truth= two squeezes. Two. "Just on holiday." I say. "It's perfect time of year. Sunny." She looked at her notes. "So let's talk about you guys, as a couple, how long have you been together?" I looked at Harry. The audience laughed. "3..-" he looked at me for confirmation. "3 years." "And how did you meet." "Take this one." Harry thought he whispered but he didn't. "I worked at a café and I was told he was a regular along with other celebrities and YouTubers. And he started coming...more often when I started working there." I say. "I gave her notes on napkins before I left." "Awe." The audience cooed. "Do we had the audience send in questions for you to answer." "Ok." We said. "How do you define love?" "I don't think you can really define it." Harry says. "You get this feeling that you know it's right and you know it's true." I explain. "I can feel a connection." The audience laughed. We continued the interview. It went really well. On the way out Harry covered me wth his body from the flashing cameras. Liam, Niall, and Zayn trailed behind. "Harry! Harry!" "Mara! Mara!" "Is it true you want marriage?" "No comment." Harry says. His arms held me tight. He didn't want the paparazzi to take me. He didn't want pictures. He just wanted to go. I just wanted to go. My head buried in his chest. His cologne embedded in his blue button up I repeatedly asked him to change.
At the hotel I put my hair up in a messy bun. Harry's hand reached for a hair tie on my wrist. He put his hair in a bun like mine. "It's scary how similar you are." Liam says. He didn't react. He sat at the desk with his laptop and plugged in headphones. "What's up with him?" "It's between us." "Are you breaking up!?" "No,no." "Oh good." He was relieved. I walked into the connecting room. Zayn was out, probably at the beach or something. Louis and Steph sat in the bed. Louis reading one book, Steph listening to music. Liam fixed in front of the tv. Niall was with Harry. I shuffled through Steph's nail polish bag. "Red?" I ask. "Yeah." I walked over. "How did the mood change so quickly?" She asks. "Something to do with my health. Don't worry about it." I felt bad because she's the only one who didn't know. Liam heard and so did Louis but they chose not to enter a conversation that would end in tears. Steph gave me her hand. I started painting. The whole time it was silent. Just the tv and Niall's humming. Nothing less. Nothing more.
"MJ, can I talk to you?" Harry asked. "Yeah." I stand up. Steph mouths thank you. Niall walks out and I walk in. The door shut. He didn't say a single word. He embraced me. "I can't lose you, Mara Jay, I can't bear it."
