Tattooed Heart **ON HOLD**

Rosie's POV
Everything was spinning. I grabbed my head, and groaned. The headache already forming was horrible. Everything in my body felt weak.

"Well, what are we supposed to do?!"
"Keep her here!"

Those voices were to familiar to me. I got off the bed I was laying on and wandered out of the foreign room. I followed the voices, and made several wrong turns until they were clear.

"Fuck! What are we supposed to do!"
"I'll figure something out, just keep an eye on her"
"And what if something does happen!"
"Then all hell breaks loose! What do you want me to say! I need fucking time!"

I stopped in my tracks when I saw Niall and Harry arguing. What the hell is going on?

"You're finally awake. Here" Niall said handing me an ice pack for my head.

I smiled, gratefully, and placed on top of my head as he grabbed my arm and ushered me to the couch. My neck felt full of knots, and it was mentally and physically worn out.

"When were you going to tell us?" He asked softly. I looked up at him, wondering how such an arrogant son of a bitch could be soft and sweet all of a sudden. These guys were seriously making my head spin.

"Tell you what?" I replied. He sighed and ran his hands through his blonde hair. Harry stood beside him, holding a glare.

"Cut the shit, you know what we're fucking talking about!" He growled, stepping forward. I narrowed my eyes at him, and pressed the ice farther up my head.

"Actually, I fucking don't! So would you please like to enlighten me!" I argues back. He crossed his arms over his chest, and huffed.

"The notes you were getting...how long?" Niall intervened. He looked down at me, full of concern..which was surprising considering he seemed like a jackass to me before.

"None of your fucking business" I answered. Harry rolled his eyes, and leaned down to face me.

"I swear to fucking God I don't have time for your bullshit. Fucking. Tell. Me" he growled angrily. I kept my stare, and glared as much as I could. These guys think they can barge in here and know all of my business? Hell no.

"No. It's my business not yours! So just...back off!" I yelled. His breathing became rigid, as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. His jaw tightened, and his fists were in tight fists.

"STOP THE FUCKING BULLSHIT AND TELL ME!" He yelled. Niall pulled him back, and threw him on the other, smaller couch.

"Rosie, go back to the room. Go!" He told me, holding Harry down. He thrashed and squirmed with force, trying to get loose. "Go now!"

I wasted no time, running out of there, and into the hallways.

"What the fuck! She has to fucking tell us!" I heard Harry yell.
"I don't care! Let me the fuck go!"

Glass shattered, and the door slammed shut, followed by Harry cursing echoing through the walls.

Everything was quiet after that. Really quiet.

I looked at the walls, that were painted a natural, brown color. There was no decorations, no rugs, no windows. Everything was bland and depressing.

My fingertips brushed over the wall, made of smooth paint covering it. A shiver ran down my spin, when. I noticed that I was wearing my clothes anymore. I was wearing a large, flappy t-shirt that hung mid-thigh. What was this?

I walked up to a mirror hanging and looked down at the thing, it's smell of cologne and smoke wafting up to my nose. My hair was wavy and loose, with no knots in it. It was actually soft and shiny. My makeup was removed, and my skin wasn't as oily as normal. The smell of shampoo floated in the air as my hair moved around my neck and chest. Did someone dress and shower me? Shit.

What even happened? Why am I here?

Thoughts clouded my head, all to be cleared when the events of the apartment replayed. Tears stained the front of the shirt, and I held in sobs. Everything I had was gone,....ruined.

How did they find out about those note things...whatever they are?

Everything felt like it was tumbling down. Everything in my life was ruined.

I wandered around the hallways until I stumbled upon a different room. The walls were grey, the bed sheets were black as was everything else.

There was a guitar in the corner, followed by CDs sprawled out under it. I sat on the bed, and picked up the guitar.

It's wood was dark, yet smooth. It's strings were perfectly aligned. I closed my eyes and tried to play the old piece I was offices to learn.

**

"Mom! I'm tired! Please!" I begged.

My guitar was almost out of my tired grip as my eyes started to drift shut. I was exhausted, and done.

My fingertips were almost bleeding form the countless hours of strumming I was doing. Mom took a ruler and slapped the table in front of me, shooting me out of my tired daze.

"Again! I don't care! You must get it perfect for tomorrow!" she hollered.

I shuddered but obeyed. My stomach growled, from hunger, and my eyes were red and puffy. Being twelve years old and having this much pressure was horrible.

The sound was perfect until I hit the wrong note, destroying the beautiful music.

"Again! You will not shame our family!" She demanded.

My father walked through the door, dropping his keys on the table by the front entrance. "Enough!" He yelled. My head shot up, and my mother looked furious. "Just let her be for now! She's been doing that all day!" He argued.

I sniffed, and ran up the stairs while they fought. Another fight....because of me.

**

"Wow...you're great" a voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

Notes

Hey guys!

Sorry for the late update! My birthday was on the weekend, and I was in the ER with a back injury..on my birthday..so yeah. Fun. Also, sorry if this was shitty..I was kinda rushing. :P Better chapter to come!!

Anyways....let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!

Thanks! Bye!! :3