Clouded Judgement (One Direction Fanfiction)

Chapter One

Her arms were wrapped around her head, her fingers lost in the rough curls that floated around her head. Her eyes were still swollen, she could bet. Her nose was probably pink and sore, and her carefully applied mascara was running a race on it's own merit, down her cheeks. She untangled her fingers from her hair and sniffled tightly once more before heaving herself off the cold floor and trudging towards the bathroom, wiping her eyes solemnly.

She hurled the bathroom door open and took a deep breath, sighing at her ridiculous reflection. She rolled her eyes turned on the tap, letting the cold ripples cascade over her hands before she violently threw the water on her messy face.

After molesting her face with the gushing water she blindly groped for the purple towel, that usually hung above her sink.

She didn't find it.

Ofcourse.

After cursing her life heartily and muttering silent complaints about the general scheme of things she settled for her plush bathrobe and stroked her face with the soft fabric before stepping back out into her room.

He'd called her less than an hour ago, sounding perfectly merry and content with life. Showing no signs betrayal or unhappiness. His laughter had gurgled in her ear and she had grinned to herself, before sighing and telling him she loved him.

But like a slap had awoken him from his sleep, his jolly attitude began to lilt and suddenly his tone had transformed into one so solemn, it couldn't have been ignored. So naturally, fearing for his happiness she had asked him what was wrong.

"Nothing Ree, it's.. Nothing. I don't know. I'm just really tired today."

Douche. After 6 months of dating did he really think she didn't know better?

"Right, so I'm just gonna sit here in this corner and wait for you to spill. Take your time though, love. No pressure or anything."

He hadn't chuckled at that, and she had been slightly surprised. Sarcasm was right up his alley. Sarcasm WAS his alley. His house was nestled in between Sarcasm and Irony so why was he so down? What had brought him so low?

He'd just dismissed her feeble attempt, and had gone back to entertaining a silence he seemed to seemed to be enjoying.

"Jay? What's wrong, love? Is it your parents? Wha-"

"It's nothing Ree, look I'll just call you back in a bit alright? I'm gonna go now. I.. I'll talk to you soon, yeah?" he cut her off and the line went dead.

Massively boggled, she had stared at her blackberry, searching for an answer in the tiny black keys. But had found nothing. So after having a terrible row within the confines of her brain, she had settled on texting him.

"Hey Jay.. I don't know what's wrong but. I'm worried? I don't know what's going on. An explanation would be nice.. Come over if you like. And.. Yeah. I guess xx"

She had pressed send and had received a reply almost instantly.

"I'm sorry I hate to break it to you like this, but I'm sorry. We can't be together anymore. I kissed Layla last night at Gen's party. I don't know how it happened, I was hammered but the truth is, I think I like her anyway. I'm really very sorry Ree, maybe be can be friends? :)"

She had read the text over and over before it had registered in her head.

Immediately her fists had balled up and her ears had begun to feel hot.

"Oh honey, bless your heart. i'd rather dig a hole with my face than be friends with you. Goodbye Jay." she had keyed it in so fast, her thumb had cramped.

If she hadn't flung her phone across her bed just in time, it would've been a pile of electronic junk by the time she was calm again. But her anger had quickly boiled over and turned to utter humiliation and pain. She had slid to the floor and cried her eyes out for hours, before she decided to pull herself together.

Now she was at her cupboard door, assorting through towers of clothing, sniffling desperately and trying to find some bright clothes in hopes of sucking the happiness out of them through her skin.

Finally satisfied, she violently pulled out a colourful dress and flung it half-heartedly on the bed before turning around and surveying it thoroughly before yanking her clothes off and throwing her limbs into the bodice of the dress.

She blinked twice and took a deep breathe before falling to her knees and began rummaging for a pair of shoes. Hoping to find the perfect ones in the heap of 9273929 shoes she owned.

Giving up in less than seventy seconds she growled miserably and slumped against the bed post before spotting her pink leopard print four million inch high heels lying neglected under her study table. She made a grab for them and underestimated the height of the table.

Her head smacked the edge so heard, the resounding crack would've been audible in Japan.

She grabbed her throbbing forehead and yowled until her pain flew out through her mouth. Then casually, as if nothing happened she slipped her shoes on and jumped to her feet.

"Yowza, what a terrible day."

She needed a drink.

Her phone buzzed merrily while she sat on the ragged bar stool. She unclasped her bag and plucked a strand of hair out of her eye before she was able to read the words on the screen.

"HEY MUFFIN, we're here! Turn around and stop acting like you're so drunk you can't move. You've had all of one shot"

Her life was saved. There was a god and he had heard her. Hurrah for best friend telepathy.

She whirled around in her seat and made colliding eye contact with her savior......... Who was standing at the door way with two guys. And whose eyes narrowed as she took in Ree's out of season-all to bright-clothes and unhealthily messy make up.

"You look like you got trampled on by a rainbow, Ree. Was this really necessary?" she exclaimed, walking towards Ree.

"Yes. Yes it was. It was a text break up, give me some space" she fluffed her hair, gave a huge sigh and downed her shot.

"Who are the hunks?" She questioned for the sake of conversation.

"Oh just, friends. I'll introduce you. Come on! No Ree, don't pull that.. Well done. Well, done. I applaud you for managing to dismantle a bar stool while getting off it."

"Keep talking and I'll shove your head up your ass, Essie". Ree muttered haughtily.

They both made their way through the.. Well.. Empty bar towards the two tall men. One was 5'9 with dark hair. His skin was tanned and his eyes were little whirlpools of mystery, curtained by a layer of dark and long eyes lashed.  His gaze was piercing and gave Ree a ridiculous amount of butterflies. His lips were taut but unhealthily soft and so terribly kissable.  His hair was standing perfectly, curling just the cutest amount at the ends. Her eyes traveled lower to his body, that seemed to be almost confined by the seams of his White shirt. His arms were bulging attractively, his sexy pose not sparing any detail.  His lips were pulled in a slight smile as he saw her approaching. And he blinked sleepily, watching her.

The second boy was the same height with a a mop of golden hair resting on his head. His eyes were cheeky and glimmering. Their bright blue reflecting the dim lights in the bar. His face was stretched into an unusually large smile, his teeth were crooked, but in a way that was imperfectly perfect, glaring at her from under the cover of gloriously pink lips.  His body was no less impressive. His arms bulged, clearly unhappy under the amounts of excessive clothing the boys had bestowed upon themselves. His polo shirt was buttoned all the way up, And his jeans complimented his waist in a way which was certainly supremely satisfying. She felt a gasp escape from between her lips and she smiled to herself as she approached them.

"Hello boys, I would like to introduce, my loveliest friend in the whole entire universe, Ree."