Tattooed Heart **ON HOLD**

Rosie's POV
"Yo Niall!" A voice called, followed by a door slamming. My eyes shot open, and I sat up spilling water all over myself and the couch.

"Fuck" Niall mumbled. I sat up and hastily tried to pull the oversized shirt down. More clattering and footsteps could be heard as they became closer. I started to panic and stood up, tugging it down and fixing my hair.

"Hey" Niall said flatly. I turned around and saw Louis, Ryan, and Liam standing in front of Harry, Zayn, and Blake.

"Sup" Ryan stated looking directly at me. I felt like punching the smirk right of his pierced little face.

"Did you tell her?" Liam asked. Niall shifted uncomfortably and turned towards me. I looked at him with uneasiness,not really wanting to know.

"Tell me what?.." I trailed off. He clenched and unclench and his fists, while looking at everything but me. He shrugged, before sighing.

"I-You're.." He stuttered.

"Welcome to your new home hotshot" Liam interjected. I widened my eyes and looked over at. Niall who looked at the ground. Liam smirked and snickered with Ryan. I glared at them before turning to Niall again.

"WHAT" I yelled, shocked. Anger rose through me. My blood began to boil. I swear there was smoke coming out of my fucking ears. I felt like going up and puching every single one of them. What the hell do they mean 'my new home'? I'm not staying here...not ever. He's been a creep to me almost the entire time I knew him...and know..what? I have to live with him? Hell no.

Then it dawned on me...where's El staying? Even if we're not in good terms for unknown reason, she's still my best friend. She's the only reason I came here...and now I'm starting to regret it.

"If you'd just fucking tell us about that fucking creep watching you then we could work something out!" Harry yelled back. I glared at him. Perrie was right-he is nasty. He's belligerent...angering...ugh.

"That's none of your fucking business...and how'd you find out anyways!" I shot back. He took and step forward, pushing past Liam and Ryan.

"I fucking saw them...all of them. The whole fucking pile" he said through clenched teeth."How could you be so fucking stupid not to tell one of us..any of us..me?!" He barked, taking another step forward so he was towering over me. His eyes were full of fury...and I don't know. But I did know that his fly was open causing me to laugh..and to realize what he was doing before he came here. "What the hell is so funny?" He asked, his voice deep and raspy.

"Harry, did you have fun before you came here?" I innocently asked. He furrowed his brows and glared at me.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He growled, causing me to laugh more. How could he possibly not see this coming?

"Try and zip up your pants next time you fuck someone...it looks better" I winked and nonchalantly walked out, hearing chuckles in the other room. There was a loud bang followed by a, "Fuck!"

For some reason, it felt good to win. To not show him he's always in charge...cause he's been acting like it lately.

Shit...where is El staying..more importantly is she alright? I'm sure she's fine..right? I don't know now a days...everything is just fucked up.

And now..I'm living here. With Niall. What the hell? Why can't I go live with El? As much as I appreciate the offer and all..I didn't come here to make friends..I came here to live. To work, and earn my own money. To chip in on the apartment rent, and maybe own a dog someday...I guess that's certinatly not now but...maybe someday..

Someday...a word I think about a lot. Like someday I'll live in a house, more like a mansion, with my husband...maybe boyfriend. Someday I'll have someone who loves me..who can comfort me. Someday I'll be famous..for what? I have no talent..it's just a dream anyways. Someday, someday, someday...I can just think and dream of a someday..I doubt it'll ever happen.

I doubt I'll ever get to live in a mansion. Love with my wonderful boyfriend. Becoming a celebrity...it'll never happen. That's why people dream. We dream of things to happen that will most certinatly not happen. People dream of owing this, or buying that, or marrying him/her. Whatever a person's dream is...there's a 85% chance it won't come true...ugh..the truth.

I crawled onto the soft bed, and hugged my knees. I had no idea what time it was..or my location...or who. I am anymore...running from this anonymous man or guy or boy or kid or whoever or whatever 'he' was. I just wish there was something to distract me from that..or even help me...

Then I realized, maybe Harry's trying to help..nah. If he wants to yell and bicker all he wants over this, then let him. Let him scream till his head fucking comes off I don't really care anymore. Even though his yelling sounds like he's trying..I pretty much doubt it.

I crawled under the plush covers. The white ceiling was plain, boring, sad. It reminded me nothing of my old room here. My old bedroom was purple and mint green...beautifully painted by El..one of her amazing talents. She really was an all arounder. Art, cooking, beauty, personality..she holds it all.

Then my heart ached. I miss my best friend. Eleanor's my best friend who knows all my secrets..or all most all..who stands up for me, who comforts me, who always makes me laugh, or smile, or sometimes even cry tears of joy. Like when she first visited me again in the U.S., and I was so overwealmed I cried, thankful she was there, and pulled her into a tight hug. We know everything about each other..our secrets, our habits, our personalities, our physical features, our style. She was great..but now we're growing apart. And I can't let that happen. I can't let her go so easily.

The door squeaked open, and I shut my eyes tightly and parted my mouth, pretending to sleep. The light shut off, leaving only heavy footsteps nearing me filling the room. I had know clue who it was, I just clung to the sheets tightly, and kept pretending to slumber.

The footsteps stopped right beside me, causing myself to fill with panic. With the darkness filling the room, and nothing but the faint echo of the guys talking in the living room, a few walls away. Panic still surged through me, rising every second that there was pure silence in the room. Warm breath blew onto my face, blowing my hair to the side. The bed slightly dipped beside me. I squinted my eyes, and saw a tattooed arm next to me. It was too dark to Reconize whoever it was. I shut my eyes again, and pretended there was no one there. Who was it? Thousands of emotions ran through me, chills going down my spine.

The breathing came and closer and closer till.. I felt it. Soft lips were against mine, sending sparks and chills through my entire body. Everything felt still for some reason,..and I liked it.

I didn't dare 'awake'. Everything felt warm as his lips moved against mine, mine not moving. It took all my will power not to react.

The heat along with the feelings went away, as he drewback. I felt as if I should just sit up, and pull him back to me, as bad as it sounds. "We're trying...I'm trying" he whispered into my ear so low, I couldnt recognize the voice, leaving a small kiss on my neck right below my ear, before standing fulling up. The bed no longer had any dip in it, leaving me fully alone there. I heard his footsteps echo away, and the door squeak shut, leaving me smiling stupidly to myself.

Notes

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