I woke up aching and hungover. Honestly I can't even remember how I had gotten home. I blinked my eyes open to the unwelcome sunlight streaming through the window. I got up and went to take some aspirin I then went in the kitchen and found Harry reading a book and eating cereal. I made myself a bowl and sat next to him. "Morning Harry. "Morning" he mumbled in response. "Are you okay. You don't seem as... cheerful." He shook his head. "You know what, I'm not." He glared at me then put his bowl in the sink before walking away. I got up and followed after him.
"What's up? Want to talk about it?" He looked at me with pain in his eyes "Niall called me yesterday." I instantly remembered the incident that occurred and who happened to witness them. "Hang on, I can explain." "Explain what? That you made me think I actually had A shot and then played me? Damn Mara! You know what? Fuck you." Harry then started to week away. I was stunned by what he told m. But I knew I couldn't sit around moping from the harsh words he said so I was right behind him. "Would you just let me fricking explain! It's not what it seems! Just let me speak!" Harry stopped walking and turned around to face me. "Louis isn't in to me and I'm not into him. I'm into you. I even told you that. He thought he saw this girl named Kate who he's actually interested in. He had such a brilliant plan to kiss me and make her jealous. Then we kissed for like two seconds before I stopped the block on my brain that the liquor made. I stopped because I started thinking of you. You. Not because he liked someone, or any other reason. So can you stop being an asshole and realize there was more going on then you knew!'
I realized that through anger, hurt, and desperation tears started forming and trickling down my cheeks. He took a deep breathe. "What's the deal with Louis? How do you know him? Work?" I nodded. "Do you have any history with him?" I couldn't help but nod again. "But its just that. History. In the past okay." I took a step closer to him, "I like you. I want to get to know you. Okay." Harry's eyes were red and glossy, tears were forming and I just wanted to hug him but I knew that wasn't the right time to. "Just promise me. Promise me if you kiss anyone or anything, that you'll tell me. You won't let me keep making a fool out of myself. Promise me." I nodded, "I promise."
"I'm sorry, Mara. I just, need a little alone time right now.
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It was now 4:00 in the afternoon and all I have done is listen to music and stare of into space. I've been sitting on my bed this whole time. I've been thinking, but trying not to. I knew I was out of line kissing Louis but it didn't mean anything. I told him that. But Harry won't listen. It's not even like we're really together. But at the same time, I told him I wanted to get to know him. I went through all the little facts trying to get the situation to make sense. I understood why Harry was pissed, but technically he shouldn't be. I couldn't think. I shot up off my bed and changed clothes. I knew one thing for sure, I couldn't just sit around upset over a little issues. I had stuff do do. Now I just need to find out what.
That's when my work phone went off. Just the right timing. I went in my car and drove to the location I had to make a pickup at.
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I got off my car and walked up a cobblestone path into the abandoned warehouse. After I gave the security my name I went into the suppliers office and sat. The supplier was taking a while. It was now 15 minutes after my scheduled pickup. All of a sudden I hear someone come in. I turned my head and realized I was facing a young male. He had dark hair, some facial hair, and brown eyes. He dressed a little better than half the slobs around here. but was dressed a little edgy.
"Oh sorry, didn't know my dad was meeting with someone."
He turned to leave when I spoke, "Dad?"
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Mischief
FanfictionMara doesn't have an easy life. Of course that was somewhat caused upon herself. Mara ran away from home at 17. She didn't feel loved at 'home'. She felt invisible and unimportant. She rebelled and ran off. Her suspicions were proven when she saw th...