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Make Me


Following the tour busses as they made their way to the next city, Justice took a sip of her turtle mocha. She had always had a weakness for sweet things and turtle mochas were the hardest for her to turn down. Plus it was nearing two in the morning and she had been driving for hours, her eyes were still battling the demons that tried to put her to sleep even with the massive amount of caffeine in her system.

Maria had decided to ride with her, saying that it was just too dangerous for a person to drive for so long by themselves. Of course, Justice might as well have been by herself seeing as Maria was out for the count. Eyes glued shut so that nothing could wake her, not even the blaring stereo that played Andrew Bisante’s first real EP. Justice would never be over that boy or his music. There were nights where she dreamed of him still. His ebony hair and unbelievable pale blue eyes; would haunt her and make her wish they hadn’t split. It had just been too hard though. He lived in Toronto and she lived in LA, the time difference sucked and the distance made her ache, neither had the time to do frequent Skyping or call. Most of their relationship ended up in text messages when they couldn’t be in the same place; a digital collection of memories that would last forever.

Sometimes she wondered what would happen if Andrew walked back into her life, but quickly she would turn to another subject. She didn’t want to even dream of the possibility. She just wanted to move on. Maybe this tour would make her career her focus instead of her failing love life. It was just a matter of not crushing on any of the guys, but seeing as they were all cute and seemed like such great people, she knew it would be hard.

“You don’t even know… getting yourself into,” Justice mumbled as she quietly sang along to the song that played.

The tour busses finally pulled into a rest stop for the night as they would be able to get up at six and be at the venue by eight, but the drivers were both tired and it was better to stop and rest than have an accident. Justice was glad to get a couple hours of sleep and couldn’t wait to get to the venue, it was a city that they would be in for two days meaning there would be a night of sleep after the show.

The alley was covered in shadow as Justice leaned against the wall of ice. Her neck touch the cold brick, her hair chopped into a pixie cut. Toronto in the fall was colder than she had thought, but coming from LA she expected it to be chilly. Between fingertips, she dangled a cigarette bringing it to her lips every so often to pull a cloud of the cancerous smoke into her lungs.

As she tapped the butt of the cancer stick a boy walked out of the back door, he looked to be a few years older, but in the dark she couldn’t be sure. Blowing out a stream of warm smoke, she watched the boy with dark hair approach her. He was taller, not quite six foot, but being only five feet tall herself Justice wasn’t a good judge of height.

“Mind if I bum a smoke?” the boy asked as his jacket touched the brick.

Nodding, Justice grabbed the carton of cigarettes from her pocket and offered one to the boy. Thanking her, he pulled a light out of his own pocket and lit up. It was pretty normal for her to share cigarettes with strangers. At seventeen though, she wasn’t supposed to even be in possession of them.

“I’m Andrew,” the boy said as he glanced over at her. “I’m working Merch tonight.”

“Justice,” she replied offering her hand to the boy. “My Dad’s the tour photographer.”

The boy gave a slight nod, but kept silent. Finishing her cigarette, Justice stomped out the remaining bit of it. Pulling the pack from her pocket, she handed it to the boy. She really didn’t need them and she had promised her Dad she would quit. Andrew took them from her with a bit of an uncertain look, but she didn’t care and just walked over to the door.

Turning the knob, she entered what looked like the interior of a tour bus. Her hair had grown to her shoulders, at nineteen, she hadn’t cut it since she was seventeen and her mom died due to complications with COPD. A man sat on the couch, a picture in his hands of a woman in her late forties. Staring longingly at the photo of the woman with long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, the man looked distraught.

“Dad,” Justice said, walking over to the man with greying hair. He was in his early fifties, but seemed so much older. “The show starts in an hour.”

Shaking his head, he simply motioned to the camera at his side. It was the anniversary of her death and Justice already knew that the man wouldn’t move from the place he sat until he was forced to do so. Grabbing the camera, she walked off the bus and entered a large venue. It wasn’t a stadium, but it was big enough that she felt like an ant.

As she passed by a dressing room, a hand reached out and pulled her in. Suddenly, catching a glimpse of herself in a mirror she realized she was twenty again. Standing in front of her was a boy with thick, curly brown hair. His green eyes shined down on her as he smiled.

“Harry?” she whispered, a bit surprised at the scene.

“Hello, Love,” he replied leaning an arm against the wall as he caged her in. “I believe you still owe me one.”

“So, you figured out what you wanted?” Justice asked, licking her lips she pressed her back against the wall as best she could. He was so close she could feel his breath like a warm summer breeze against her skin.

“Yeah,” he whispered, leaning in closer until his lips hovered above hers.

As her eyes fluttered close, the world began to shake and suddenly everything was gone.
The only thing besides the blanket of black, was the shaking.

Justice sat up, her eyes popping open to find Maria shaking her awake. The red head gave her a look as she pulled her hand back slowly.

“Well, come on,” Maria stated putting her hands on her hips. “It’s time to go.”


That night Justice got a few great pictures from the meet and greet, and the show. After it ended, she sat outside on the hood of her car just looking up at the black sky. The haze of city lights made the stars nearly impossible to see, making Justice wished she were somewhere in the country where star gazing was possible. Laying back she heard the voices of the boys of 1D and waved.

“Hey,” Louis shouted as he made his way towards the girl. “What are you doing?”

“Relaxing,” Justice replied lifting her head to catch a glimpse of his warm brown hair.

“Fun?” he replied, but it came off more like a question. “You should join us on the bus tonight.”

“Yeah,” Niall agreed, “It’s loads better than a car. Plus we have m&ms.”

“Chocolate?” Justice asked sitting up to get a better look at the handsome boy. “Should’ve started with that one.”

“What is it about girls and chocolate?” Harry questioned a smirk on his face.

Instead of answering him, Justice glared it wasn’t just a girl thing. Niall seemed to like chocolate too, but then again he seemed to like anything he could eat. Getting off her car, she followed them to the bus and grabbed a seat on the couch next to Louis.

“Now I know you’re a much better photographer,” Harry began as he sat down on the other side of Justice. “But do you mind if I get a picture.”

Justice rolled her eyes as she looked at his phone. “On one condition,” she stated.

“And what’s that?” He asked.

“We do funny faces with Louis in it,” she stated, while Louis looked thrilled at the idea, Harry seemed to be rethinking it.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Louis shouted tossing an arm around Justice as Harry nodded, giving in to the condition.

Tossing her arms around Harry’s shoulders, she leaned against Louis chest and gave her best cross-eyed duck face. The boys both gave strange contorted faces, Louis’s being the funniest. It almost looked like he was going to eat Justice’s head. Laughing Justice looked over to Liam, he seemed to be amused, but glad he hadn’t been roped in to the picture.

Pulling out her own camera, Justice walked over to Niall. He was busy color coordinating his m&ms as she held out her camera and got a picture of herself pointing at him. Realizing what she had done, Niall laughed and popped a few of the candies into his mouth. The boy was just cute as a button.

“Trust me, Love,” Zayn began lightly tapping Justice on the shoulder, “By the end of this tour you’ll have so many pictures of Niall eating, you’ll wonder if he does anything else.”


i am so intrested so i cant wait to read it. ur a talented writer :)
madalyn madalyn
Make Me is actually completed, but I have another story that I'll be posting in the next few weeks if you're interested in reading more of my work.
i love it update again
madalyn madalyn
I loved your story it was amazing! I was basically in edge the last few chapters because I felt like I was there going through it with Justice. Pure genius.
this story is awesome, please keep writing! you get a 10 for shock value, beautiful writing, and how well the story flows. plus i just like how different it is!
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