Lose My Mind - Haley James is an average seventeen year old girl. Or at least, that's what she thinks. Everyone knows differently, except her. She's been through more than enough trauma to last her a life time, but the only thing is, she doesn't remember. She remembers nothing from that dreadful day, and her friends know differently. Will she ever be able to be a normal seventeen year old, or will the truth get in the way?
Disclaimer - I do not own One Tree Hill, or anything to do with it, sadly. All creative rights belong to Mark Schwann. Nor do I own the lyrics to 'Lose My Mind'. All the lyrics used from the song belong to The WANTED, Nina Woodford, Rami Yacoub, and Carl Falk. I also don't own The WANTED. If I did, well, let's not go into what I'd do.
A/N: Hi guys! I'm back! :-) I've been writing this for months now, I was writing it during the time I was still writing Opposites Attract. I was listening to The Wanted as you do, well, as I do because I'm um, obsessed. Anyway, I was just listening to them and the song came on and I was like GREAT IDEA. Plus someone on tumblr had written a fic for this song, but with The Wanted as characters instead. We have similar plotlines, but other than that, everything is my own. To those of you who read Opposites Attract, I don't actually remember whether I told you about this one yet, but if I did, I'm sorry for the wait! If not, then thanks for checking it out! This isn't going to be a long fic like Opposites Attract, it's just something to fill the void while I write my next two longer ones, which I'm still unsure which I'll post first. Just depends what I get most of. This is only going to be around 8-10 chapters maximum, and I'm writing Chapter 5 as I write this so yeah. I really hope you enjoy this, and here goes!
PLEASE tell me what you think, your opinions mean everything to me!
One more thing - All my chapters are betaed by othfan1919, so keep an eye on her profile since she just finished Hold You In My Arms, and see what she has planned next! Check her out :-) Also, check out ObsessivePrincess and her fic 'The Future's Not Ours To See' the third fic in the Que Sera Sera series! AND one more - Passions Torment by :-)
Here goes nothing!
Lose My Mind
They say that time heals everything,
But they don't know you
And the scars you bring.
Cause you left a jagged hole,
And I can't stand it anymore.
Chapter 1
Haley James was an average 17 year old girl. She had long honey-blonde hair, which flowed well past her shoulders in slight curls. She had a small body type, and wasn't exactly the tallest of people. She attended Tree Hill High and was now in her senior year, where she hoped to graduate as valedictorian as that is what she had worked for since she joined high school.
During their junior year, her best friend, Brooke Davis (captain of the cheerleaders), had convinced her to join the team. Originally it had only started out as Haley filling in for a cheerleader who had fallen ill the day before competition, but after her performance, Brooke had asked her to join the squad. It had taken some convincing, but she accepted, and she now enjoyed cheerleading, more than she ever thought she would.
Haley had a great group of friends. They were a really mixed bunch of people, not the type of people that people would expect her to hang out with. But she wouldn't change her friends for the world. Her best friends were both cheerleaders: Brooke Davis, the eccentric and bubbly captain, and Peyton Sawyer, the artistic and music loving cheerleader, who was the complete opposite to what you might think a cheerleader would be.
Brooke and Peyton were good friends too her, and she loved that she had girl friends to turn too, she was forever grateful for them for being such good friends. But that didn't change the fact that her best friend would always be a boy around the same age as her, Lucas Scott. Haley had known him since she was in diapers, and he had always been a good guy and great friend to her. Lucas was like a brother to her, they were always very close.
Unfortunately for Haley, being friends with Lucas meant being friends with his arrogant ass of a brother. Nathan Scott was known for his reputation, he was captain of the basketball team. He'd dated Peyton during freshmen year, but they'd broken up as Nathan was an arrogant ass. They'd put aside their differences and actually managed to become friends. The group of friends did everything together, and apart from Nathan, who gave a careless attitude towards Haley, they got on great.
Nathan and Haley hated each other. They could not agree on anything. They argued with each other, they fought, they traded insults, everything. They didn't get on well, and when they weren't trading insults they ignored each other's presence.
Within their group of friends, nobody had a normal family. They didn't have their parents around to guide them, so they'd all moved into a house together during junior year. They each had a bedroom to themselves, and all paid rent on the house every month.
Despite the numerous bedrooms, there were bathrooms to share between two people. Nathan and Haley were forced to share every morning, and neither one of them appreciated that fact.
"Watch where you're going!" Haley exclaimed.
"Well excuse me, but it's not my fault you're too short to see." He retorted, shoving past her into the kitchen.
"You two could at least try to get along." Lucas intervened. He knew as well as anybody else that the pair would never get along. Ever since they moved in, Nathan had picked fights with Haley.
"Haley!" Nathan yelled from the living room.
"What?" She replied.
"What have you done with my phone?"
"Me! Why would I have touched your phone? I've got my own!"
"Whatever." He sighed with a roll of his eyes as he walked out of the room.
"Don't worry about Nathan." Lucas spoke up once he had left the room.
"I try not to, but I don't know what I did to make him hate me so much." She sighed in reply.
"I know for sure he doesn't hate you, Haley."
"He's got a funny way of showing it."
"He's just being Nathan, don't worry about him."
"Well maybe he should be less Nathan, and be nicer." She huffed.
"Come on, forget about it. We're all going out tonight, remember?"
"Yeah, I know. We can have fun; I'll just avoid Nathan all night." She laughed.
"Now that's the spirit!" he laughed with her as they both left the room, heading their separate ways.
Lucas knocked on the door of Nathan's bedroom, entering before he got a reply. He sat down on the end of his younger brother's bed and looked up at him.
"What is it you want, Luke?"
"I know it's hard on you, but could you at least be a little nicer to Haley? You're really upsetting her."
"Upsetting her! What about me, Luke? This hurts me just as much as it's hurting her. Probably more."
"I know bro, and I'm sorry. But you know what the doctor said."
"I know." He sighed. "She's not going to remember, I know, Lucas. Don't you think I know that? These past few years have been hell for me."
"I'm sorry, Nathan. But there really is nothing we can do. She won't remember. I'm sorry." He replied with a sympathetic sigh.
"Hey tutor girl!" Brooke exclaimed as she walked into her best friend's room. "Mind if I get ready in here?"
"Nah, course not. You know you don't have to ask, B." Haley laughed as her best friend took her spot at the mirror.
"Just checking. Anyway, what's bothering you?" She asked as they applied their mascara.
"What do you mean?"
"Hales, I can read you look a book. I know something's up. What is it?"
"It's nothing."
"Spit it out, Haley."
"It's nothing, really. I'm fine."
"Hales."
"Alright, fine. Nathan's bugging me. Things are so much worse between us lately. He hates me. He blames me for everything. I just don't understand what I've done to make him hate me so much."
"Why don't you just ask him?" She asked.
"Like he's going to tell me." The blonde laughed.
"You never know, maybe he'll surprise you. But believe me, Hales, Nathan doesn't hate you."
"I wish everyone would stop saying that." the younger of the two girls sighed, as she put down the minimal make-up she was applying to her face and walked over to her wardrobe.
She picked out a spaghetti strapped white dress for herself, which stopped around mid-thigh, with a silk white bow wrapped around the top of the dress, just underneath her chest. She chose a simple pair of white heels to match the dress, as she picked up the essentials for her night out and placed them in her small bag. She styled her hair simply by straightening it out and letting it flow past her shoulders, before she walked downstairs with Brooke to the taxis waiting outside.
Haley had been dancing with her friends for nearly an hour, before she decided that she needed to sit down. She ordered herself a vodka and coke (she didn't normally drink, but it was the Friday after finals and they all needed to let loose) from the bar before a deep voice appeared from behind her and requested the same from the barman. He paid for both of the drinks, which shocked her slightly.
"You didn't have to do that." She spoke to the man beside her.
"Don't mention it." He replied.
"Nathan, please don't do this to me. Can we talk?" She sighed, as she stood up and walked outside with Nathan following behind her.
"What?" He questioned as they stood outside of the club.
"Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to make you hate me? I'm trying to understand here, Nathan, but I can't understand if you don't tell me why."
He let out a sigh as she questioned his attitude towards her, knowing that he wasn't able to tell her the real reason why. He regretted ever agreeing to talk to her. He couldn't tell her the real reason, but what was he going to tell her instead? This girl had him like putty in her hand.
"Um, hello, Nathan?" She asked, waving a hand in front of his face. He opened his mouth to talk, but no words came out. He sighed in defeat before Haley responded. "Do you know what? Forget it. You're obviously not going to tell me, so either you don't have a reason or you're hiding something from me. Or maybe it's a mix of both, but either way, right now, I don't really care. I'm going back inside to find my friends; this was a waste of time." And with that, he watched her as she walked back into the club, leaving him alone outside in the warm summer weather; leaving him and his broken heart alone once more.
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