Hating But Loving One Direction (FANFIC)

Chp.22-I've Been Played

A/N: Stay tune until the end to know why I went M.I.A. Btw, I lost Spelling Check, so there's probably a lot of errors in this chapter. Picture off to the side is her mother >>>>>>

Chapter 22- Played.

"Caroline?" I gasp. I can't believe I was dumb enough to fall for her schemes. When people are dead, they don't just magically come back alive. It was all part of Caroline's evil plan. She wanted to make me look like a psycho in front of millions. To give people the impression that I am a nut case who fake her parent's death. How could anyone be so scheming and evil?

"Looking for your "dead" parents, Annabelle?" Caroline say sweetly, her words dripping with sarcasm. I fought back the hot tears bubbling at my waterline, threatening to spill out. "How could you?" I say, trying to maintain my emotions. "How could I?" Caroline snorted, "You worm your way into Harry's life with your slutty ass, make up a fake story about the death of your parents, stole my boy friend, friends, and fame. How can I? How can YOU?" She put emphasis on the last word, slowly approaching me. Her eye held a venomous look, like a snake whose about to attach its prey.

I took a step back, afraid of what she might do. I had to watch out for the reporters, since I knew some of them were filming this right now. "All I want, is my parents back. That's it. You can have Harry all to yourself." Without any other options, I struck a deal I might regret later on. Family over love, right? I want to wipe the ugly smirk on Caroline's face. However, I had to contain all my emotions since we were being recorded. I didn't want to confirm people's negative judgement.

"Mrs.Stevens?" Caroline called out, and I froze. I prepare myself for the worse as I gaze at the doorway, waiting for my parents. When I spotted the familiar fragile figure and black midnight hair that belonged to my mother, I broke down on the ground and fought back the dizziness that swept over me. My knees felt weak, my eyes watered, my lips quiver, as if I were walking outside through a snowstorm. My heart stings as she walk closer to me with warm open arms. I catch her hug, enjoying the warmth on my icy skin with goosebumps.

"Mom..." I start to bawl my eyes out, letting go of everything I had been holding back. I let go of my emotions for a while, just enjoying the comfort that I missed so much from my mother's fragile arms. I thought all hope was gone when I heard the unfaithful news of my parent's death. Who knew God worked in such strange ways? He let me experienced another life without my parents, and with five amazing guys who won my heart over. Sure, the experience was painful, heart-wrenching, hopeless one, but it was so worth it. The experience made me realize that opinions and facts are two completely different things. Opinions can change, facts can't. For example, my hate for One Direction turned into love, but the fact amnesia is a mental condition doesn't change.

Once the physiologists shooed away Caroline and her annoying reporter crew, my Mother and I finally got some time to ourselves. “I've read alot about you from the papers.” My mother smiles warmly at me, the wrinkles around her eyes more apparent. “You know none of that stuff is ever true, right?” I smile back at her, rubbing her cold hands. “There's always truth behind a rumor. Like the fact that you live with One Direction?” She asks, then started doing a hilarious impression of a fan girl. Once we stop laughing and catch up with each other's life, well, most my life, I ask her a question that was lingering on my mind, “Mom, where's Dad?”

Suddenly, a serious wind swept through the room, bringing tension. “He didn't survive...my survival was a miracle. I guess God didn't want you to be alone.” Tears spilled out both of our eyes. People always said that my Mother and I were alike, in both physical and personality wise. “When will you get to leave this place?” I glance around the room, wrinkling my nose at the stuffy medicine scent and gloomy vibe. “As soon as my injuries heal.” She answers, frowning a bit and then began coughing out tremendous amount of blood.

Panicking, I scream. “Help! Someone! Help!” I held my mom as she cough out more blood, staining the white hospital style sheets. What is going on?

A/N: Uh-oh. Almost a happy ending, but then I ruined it. He he. Sorry for the short chapter, I will have another one up tomorrow. Yes, you might have noticed that I've been gone lately. I have been through some shit lately, a sucide attempt, and other stuff I would rather not talk about. I really need to find inspiration and motivation for this story, so please leave a comment down below. I promise to upload more often, so I have schedule:

New chapter every Friday, write on Saturdays, and upload again on Wednesday. Sorry if it's confusing, but this is for weeks that I'm not busy.

Busy weeks: Update every Saturday (expect this more than the first one)

Yes this is a fan fiction, but it's not just about One Direction. This is more about coping with whatever life had thrown at you, and finding positivity in a negative situation. So please don't confuse this story with a romance about One Direction. This story is real, addressing reality.