Life With One Direction

Chapter 6

Mary's Point of View

Me and Jake were out for dinner and I realized that I was completely in love with him. We'd been together nearly non stop except for the night these past four weeks.

I'd told Louis and he'd told me not to fall too hard, but I already had.

And I realized that since I was leaving soon, I should say it.

We had just finished desert and we were sitting there, talking about uni and work when it just burst out.

"I love you," I told him.

He stopped in mid sentence.

"Wow," he said, clearly surprised.

"Mary..." he trailed off. "This is going to be really hard now that you've told me how you feel."

Stupid, stupid me just sat there grinning like an idiot.

"Mary for me... It was like a summer thing. I knew I shouldn't fall for you because you were leaving and... Yeah."

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. "I just made a complete and utter fool of myself. I'm so, so sorry."

I was trying to hold myself together and not cry.

Louis was right, I fell too hard, too fast.

I guess that's my problem.

He'd just said it was a summer thing. Clearly he meant FLING but couldn't bring himself to say it.

I ran all the way back to Lou's apartment, taking off my Jimmy Choo's when I was half way there.

I burst into the apartment and ran straight to the bathroom, hearing Harry call after me.

I rummaged in the cupboards an the drawers, making a mess until I found what I wanted.

I was aiming for a blade but a sharp piece of glass would definitely do.

I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my screwed up, crying face.

No wonder no body loved me, no body cared. Only Harry and Louis.

I get why Louis did an I guess Harry did it because I was his best friends little sister. He doesn't know how much I wish I was more to him.

I heard him banging on the door and saying something that I couldn't focus on.

I took my 'little black dress' off and got the glass close to the area of the small of my back.

"Mary put that shit down right now or I swear I will never talk to you again," I heard Harry growl.

Harry? Not talking to me?

That would be worse than Jacob.

That would be worse than Chris.

It would be worse than my father leaving mum.

It would be worse than Louis not talking to me.

I dropped the broken piece of glass on the floor as my tears turned into sobs.

Harry scooped me up and softly lay me on his bed.

"Why do you care?" I asked him.

"Because I love you."

"I love you too Hazza!" I exclaimed. If only he knew how much.

He gave me a hug which when I thought about it turned awkward because I was still in my underwear.

It seemed he was thinking the same thing because he pulled away leaving me cold. He grabbed one of his Jack Wills jumpers, some track pants and threw them at me.