Dammit dammit dammit! I break a girl's heart and then she get's kidnapped. I sat outside of the cafe waiting for this guy Mary was talking to. He seemed pretty nice, since he agreed to meet with a total stranger. Soon I saw him pull up. I ran to the car and opened the front door.

"Hey man I'm Niall." I said facing him.

HOLY SHIT.

Is Mary trying to hook up with this guy?!

"Hey...." the guy said with a nod. He was FLAWLESS. And again, not being gay, but HE IS! His jawline was perfect, his black hair was pulled into a quiff with a blond streak in it, he...he--EVEN HIS FINGERS LOOK LIKE PERFECTION.

A/N: To be honest I don't know if Zayn has the quiff OR blond streak anymore...

No wonder Mary moved on so quickly...she has this piece of hunk to be with.

I guess I wasn't good enough.

"Okay, so where'd you see her last?" he asked, "By the way I'm Zayn."

HIS NAME TOO?

"She um...was crying, because I accidentally broke her heart." I muttered. Suddenly Zayn grabbed me by the end of my shirt.

"YOU?!" he said, "You were the one who made her cry!!!" He looked really mad...

"I'm sorry man!" I said, "I didn't mean it! Honestly!"

"..." Zayn let go of me and turned to the wheel again.

"Look, before I kill you, we need to find her." he said, "So, she ran, and then what?" 

"She went into the telephone booth I guess, and I don't know what happened from there." I said sighing, "I feel like this is my fault. She thinks I don't love her."

"...well anyway you said you saw the skid lines right?" Zayn said looking at me expectantly.

:"Yes...." I said.

"Stick your head out the window..." Zayn said.

"What...why?" I asked.

"So you can see all the skid marks, and find the car." Zayn said pushing me lightly towards the window. I sighed and stuck my head out of the window.

This guy seemed like such a nice jerk...

~MARY~

A/N: I think we've all been waiting for this part (; 

I woke up with a huge migraine from the heroin. Wait...

The memories of the night before came flooding back...

Where am I?!

"Man she woke up...." I heard a man say, "Get her."

When I realized I was able to escape I tried to break out, but the other guy grabbed me before I could even attempt.

"Where am I...?" I whispered.

"That's not any of your concern..." the guy said. The voice even sounded familiar...

"Jason?!" 

"Shit..." I heard him mutter.

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" I said trying to break free from whoever was holding me down.

"Christa hold her!" he said. CHRISTA?!

"GET OFF OF ME!" I struggled to break free.

"Hm...maybe we can." Christa said, "Unless--"

"One, you don't tell anyone this happened." Jason said.

"Two, you don't win homecoming queen." Christa said.

"I never cared anyway!" I said close to tears.

"Alright, let her go." Jason said. Christa let go of me and stopped the car. I climbed out and Christa and Jason drove away. What were they even going to do to me...? Oh well who cares. I'm still heartbroken and lost.

"MARY!" I heard someone screaming my name. Zayn! And...Niall.

"Oh god!" Zayn said climbing out of his car and hugging me like a teddy bear, "You're okay...oh god oh god..."

"Zayn, it's alright, I'll be fine." I said letting go of his embrace.

"Here I'll take you home." he said leading me into the back of the car. when I stepped in I saw Niall looking out the window, with tears streaming down his face?

~NIALL~

I couldn't control my emotions. Just seeing this Zayn guy hugging my ex-girlfriend made me feel ashamed and lonely. Because, she was mine, before I ruined it all. I should've never accepted that dumb dare.

"Here we are..." Zayn said pulling up to Mary's house.

"Bye Zayn..." she said giving him another hug. Oh god how am I supposed to live through this...?

"And I'll drop you off too, where do you live?" he said.

"I'll walk, my house is right there." I said pointing to it.

"Whoa okay then." Zayn said unlocking my door. I gave him a nod and walked away from his car. As Zayn drove away I finally began to bawl like a little kid who lost their ice cream. I opened my front door and slammed it.

"Honey Greg's here--" my mom tried to get me to say hi but I just ran up to my room. And slammed that door too. I searched all my drawers to find what I was looking for.

...

Found it.

I pulled out a blade from the pack I had stored in my sock drawer. I rolled up my sleeves and cut myself 5 times.

Every time I said 'I love you'.

Watching the blood drip from my wrist made me cry even more. I slowly crawled into my bed, never wanting to wake up again.

~~~

The next day after calming down I decided to see Mary and try to apologize. I walked across to her house in my sweats and knocked on the door. I saw a note on the door.

'Come back later, at dojo'

Mary takes martial arts...?

I wheeled my motorcycle out of the garage and drove to the only dojo I knew.

~~~

"Helllo...?" I said uncertianly.

"IAS!" I heard someone scream on the second floor. I ran up the steps and peeked up. I saw Mary and Maggie all decked out in gear. I looked at their belts. Maggie was purple, and Mary was....black?! They were fighting...?! Oh wait it's just practice.

I watched for awhile, and the fight ended with Mary giving her a roundhouse kick and flipping Maggie over her shoulder.

I think I should be more careful around her.

"Good job girl.." Maggie said, "Jeez you must've been pissed last night." 

"Well he broke my heart..." Mary said pulling out her mouth gaurd from her mouth. Damn.

"Um..." I coughed indicating I was there.

"Get out!" Maggie said, "This is a private--" 

"Maggie." Mary said giving her a look, "Niall what do you want?" 

'I came to apologize.." I said looking down.

Mary and Maggie looked at each other. Then Mary walked up to a punching bag. She pulled on boxing gloves and I waited anxiously to see what she would say.

"IAS!" she punched the bag once and the entire thing fell from the wall. I gaped at her strength while Maggie gave me a 'she's pissed' look.

"No Niall." she said, "I'm going to need much more than your lame apology for me to forgive you."

"Um...okay." I said walking out the door. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my glasses. I had been wearing contact for a long time now. But now I know what I have to do...

Goodbye popularity.