Okay, this title is Taylor Swift's song. You all know I'm not the biggest fan of Taylor, but I thought this song would suit the chapter. Listen to it while reading! :)
~ Mara x
"So, Mara," Harry coughed, shuffling his feet as Maralie sat down beside him.
"Yeah Haz?" she smiled at him.
"One Direction start up the Take Me Home tour in a few weeks..."
Maralie's eyes widened and she looked up at him.
"And it's a tour around Ireland and England," he swallowed, "going on for around two weeks."
Maralie looked down at her shoes, and when she looked up again her eyes were full of tears.
"You're leaving me?" she whispered.
"I'm sorry Mara," he mumbled, looking away.
Maralie suddenly knew something was wrong. Harry wasn't tellingvthe truth. He was lying.
Just like Fletcher.
"You're lying to me," she muttered, her fists clenching.
Harry looked up, startled. "What do you mean?"
"I can tell when someone's lying to me," she replied, teleporting away. Harry jumped back and she reappeared a few seconds later, holding a baseball bat.
"If you're working for Mevolent," Maralie said calmly, "it's time to own up."
Harry held up his hands in surrender. "Firstly, put down the baseball bat. And secondly, who's this Mevolent guy?"
Maralie lowered the bat. "Right. So you're not working for him. Okay. But why did you lie to me?"
"... I can't tell you why..." Harry mumbled.
Maralie stared into Harry's emerald green eyes, and Harry cracked.
"It's Jane," he confessed.
Maralie felt hurt. "What about her?"
"Management said I had to... stay with her," Harry sighed, kicking his feet. "Because she's such a diva and gets attention."
Maralie didn't say anything for a few seconds, then pointed to the door.
"Out," she said emotionlessly.
Harry blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Get out of my house!" Maralie screamed at him, her tears like two waterfalls casading down her cheeks.
Harry stared at her, tears in his eyes. "Maralie, please-"
"Please, just get out," Maralie whispered, pointing towards the front door. Harry hesitated, then swallowed and left the house.
Maralie teleported upstairs to her room and lay down on her bed, crying. She saw all the posters and screamed, ripping them and throwing them to the ground.
She threw all the books onto the floor and grabbed her One Direction Converse. She flung them at the wall and fell to the ground, clutching her head.
He didn't even try to get Management to like Maralie, Maralie thought to herself, pain cutting at her. Mental pain, emotional pain was worse than physical, Maralie believed. And it was true.
"Taylor Swift was right," Maralie muttered, "you are trouble."
Oh dear... *facepalm*
Not my best chapter ever...
But thanks for readinggggg!(:
~ Mara x