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Tattooed Heart **ON HOLD**

✉️Chapter 24✉️

Rosie's POV
"I didn't know you play" Niall said leaning against the doorframe. I quickly put the guitar down and stood up.

"No one does..and no one should" I snapped and shut my eyes, trying to block out the horrible memories I had.

Not even El knows I play. Why? Because it'll always lead to the question 'why don't you play anymore?' and I really don't feel like taking a ride down memory lane.

"Why...you're really good" he smiled and stepped in the room. I took a step back, and hit the wall. My eyes were wide as he made his way over to me. I dug my nails into the wall and shut my eyes as I felt him so close to me now. "Why are scared of me?" He asked running his knuckles along my jawline.

My breath hitched, and I squeezed my eyes shut. "Rosie, relax. Why are you scared of me?"

I kept my ground and didn't open my eyes. I felt his breath on my bare chest, as he ran his fingers along my neck. "I'm not going to hurt you" he said.

His hands traveled around my neck, and up. Up until he was cupping my face. I tried to move my head, but it was no use. "Open your eyes." He softly said. I pursed my lips, and kept my eyes shut.

"Please...open your eyes" he pleaded. Why was he doing this? Why is he acting so...soft all of a sudden?

My heart beat a thousand miles an hour, my fingernails tried to dig deeper into the wall. His breath fanned down my neck as he whispered, "Why are you sacred? Please open your eyes"

So many thoughts were rushing through my head. I palms became sweaty, I tried to focus on the darkness in front if me....but it was hard...more like challenging.

I could feel his presence. I could feel his every movement, every breath, every word. I could feel his large hands around my cheeks, shake slightly, his ridged breathing. The only thing I could feel, or more like see, was his face.

It puzzled me how he could change his personality so quickly. One time he's a jackass, the next he's soft, begging me to look at him. My head was telling me not to open my eyes, but my body insisted. Everything in my whole body tensed up. I was so.....indecisive about this.

My body took over, and my eyes fluttered open, The first thing I see being him staring at the floor.

"I'm not scared" I stated. He peered down at me, my head only reaching his chest. Confusion flashed through his eyes. His blue eyes locked with my brown ones, transfixed on something....I just don't know what.

Every time I stare at him..there's this invisible presence telling me not to look away. It makes me locked into place. It makes me want to stare into his eyes forever...for what reason...I don't know why. Even when we're at each other's throats...is still don't look away...I feel like I loose. At what..I don't know either.

"Yes you are...very much" he replied, still in the same position. His persistence reminded himself of me. I smiled, earning even more confused looks.

His brows furrowed, as he stared down in thought at me. What was he doing to me? If it was any other person, I'd be able to turn away, walk away, even flick them off if I was pissed. With him, I felt as if I can't move.

"No I'm not...not at all" I told him.

He chuckled and whispered, "jump" I looked at him.

What the-? "If you're not scared of me...then you should be able to trust me....so jump" he said. I shook my head, and looked down, taking a deep breath. "Exactly"

I looked back up at him, anger rising through me. "What do you mean 'exactly'?" I asked him. He could sense my annoyance and smiled.

"You tense up every time I come near you and Look, you practically scratched all the paint off the wall" He answered nonchalantly.

Without warning, I jumped, annoyance and anger rushing through me. How dare he accuse me of being 'scared'. He caught me, his hands leaving my face, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He smirked, as I rolled my eyes. "Happy?" I muttered. "Now put me down"

He smiled and chuckled. "Wait Rosie...you trust me...right?" I was apprehensive about my answer. Everything in my head screamed 'NO!' But my body screamed 'Yes'. I was extremely confused about my answers at this point. "Right?" He asked again, softly. I looked into his blue eyes, nothing but concern held in them.

I nodded, and he led me through the house. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck, afraid he would bump me against a wall, or even drop me. "Relax..trust right?" I looked at him, as he continued to walk and nodded again, not trusting that my voice would come out raspy, or even shaky.

I squeezed my eyes shut, and let him lead the way. What am I even doing? Or getting myself into? My thoughts were interrupted when I was laid down on something soft and plush. My eyes slowly opened, and I found his dark grey couch below me.

Niall walked back to my side with a sparkling, steel pot full of various items. "Shut your eyes" he demanded, as he rummaged through the stuff.

"Oh, so now you want me to shut them?" I joked. He looked at me and chuckled. I shut them once again, as he picked up my hands, and placed them under my back. Cold hit my stomach, as I shot open my eyes to see the shirt raised just below my bra. "Trust" he warned. I apprehensively closed my eyes, not caring that my underwater was showing.

I seriously never thought that a guy this 'punk' I should say would be this....deep? I don't know.. I just never though that he would do this just so I'm not scared of him. I mean...I'm more then halfway not afraid of him. There's just this tiny hint of my body that is, and now I'm laying out all my trust to him. I'm crazy right?

"Don't move" he instructed. I solemnly nodded, and dug my nails into the soft fabric of the couch.

Even more coldness swept over my stomach, as something freezing landed in it. I opened my eyes, and saw a very disappointed Niall. "Eyes shut" he commanded. I stared at him for a second, trying to process what was happening, before shutting them again.

The thing glided around my stomach, smoothly and freezing. It almost felt like...ice, Ice! "Ice" I stated. He lightly chuckled and removed it. "Not so bad, right?" I shook my head.








Notes

Hey guys!


So...yeah. My back is getting better, and I had school cancelled today and yesterday, so I took more time on this chapter! Also.....Happy Valentines Day! ----> From me, to you!! ❤️

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

Thanks! Bye!! :3ILYG!!

Comments

I knoooow i knoooow i knooow for sure...ur going to reply so im gonna ask real quick when r u going to update?

Idg what happened so she got tatts? And a piercing? Why hasn't she seen harry for so long?

OMFG *-*

Gladys Gladys
6/15/14

OMFG *-*

Gladys Gladys
6/15/14

@miastyles
Are u kidding me this is so good and your so post to be confused it like a puzzles u have to figures it out