Tattooed Heart **ON HOLD**

Rosie's POV
I've been on this sort of 'lockdown' for two days now. No fresh air, no new people, no trees or wildlife. Just these four walls of the apartment.

I black out once and a while because of this medicine I'm taking for pain. All I know is that I hate it and what's going on right now.

Theres always someone sitting by the door making sure I don't leave, and Harry's been coming in and out of this room. I can't even call it 'my room'. Everything feels so foreign right now that I can't call any of it 'mine'.

I also hate the fact that I can't leave. It's like I'm being trapped and cornered already. I'm questioned even when I want to eat. It's bad enough I can't go outside with my own consent, but now I have to have force guys' permission?! It's not like I want to go back out there any time soon, it's just the point of the whole situation.

Tomorrow it'll be a week. I was out for two days before, and now I'm loosing hope. It's not like had much of that either, but I just refuse to lay here and let El slowly die....it all feels like a dream right now. No... A nightmare that's never ending.

My back's numb, and that's how I like it. I can only feel the pain of the horrid bruises that are slowly fading away. That is until the medicine wears off, and then a whole new level of pain comes. Then....the usual routine...I black out, slowly wake up, and it's either night or morning.

I hate it. All of it. I hate being held here. I hate being this vulnerable and distraught. I haven't cried this much since....ever. I've never cried this much. I hate that too. I hate feeling so physically and mentally drained and worn out. It's awful.

To be honest, who thought something like this would happen to me? Here I am, this girl from the U.S. entangled with this mess of kidnapping, and torturing, and who knows what else? This is crazy to me...and I feel like I'm going crazy.

"Rosie" I looked up to see Harry leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and his hair in a high quiff. A smirk held his lips, and his emerald eyes sparkled as sunlight bounced throughout he windows, reflecting off him. He only wore tight black jeans, showing off his upper body full of tattoos that covered almost every inch of him. It almost made me wonder if he had all of those with a secret meaning behind them. Could every single ink marking have a significance though?

"Are you hungry?" He asked softly, focusing his green eyes onto my brown ones. His body language changed once he saw my tired bags hanging under my eyes and my shitty appearance. I shook my head, and rolled over and closed my eyes, facing the other way. A sigh came from him, and the wood floor creaked.

Warm breath cascaded over my face, making me shoot my eyes open, and there he was. Harry lay beside me, taking up more room then I did. His eyes were fixated on me. His pick lips and piercing were pulled into a smirk again, and his eyebrow piercing followed his brow as he raised it.

I frowned, and shut my eyes again. "You haven't ate since yesterday" he remarked. I shrugged, and opened my eyes, studying his own. How they shined differently when he was mad, upset,mor happy. How they became a shade lighter when he was smiling and a shade darker when he was angry. How they still maintained the prettiest shade of green, even when they changed. How every girl could just stare and drool over someone like him.

"Why are they?" I whispered to myself, thinking out loud. My voice sounded rough and scratchy and my hair was tough and knotted. My skin felt oily and probably had acne forming. I was a mess. No. I am a mess.

"What?" He asked, perking up. His smirk turned into a smile, revealing a dimple on each side of his cheeks. His white teeth were showing. They were teeth that made you wonder if he used whitener or if they were naturally like that. His tan skin was perfectly colored, no discoloration or marks anywhere except for his tattoos.

"Nothing." I replied, shaking the thoughts away. He let out a slight chuckle, and rested his hands behind his head. A cologne and mint smell swept through my nose, making me inhale his sweet scent. His muscles rippled and flexed as he positioned himself comfortably. I let out a breath I was secretly holding, and looked at the ceiling.

Harry pulled the sheets up to my chin, and his chest. He rested his head against the headboard, ruffling his hair up.

He pulled himself down, to face me. Everything seemed to go away and fade away as he pressed his soft lips to mine. His kiss was soft and smooth, not rough or even hard. It dumbfounded me that this tough guy could kiss so gentle and be this careful.

He grabbed my waist lightly, and pulled me on top of him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, entangling my hands in his hair. Harry's hands never left my waist, as I kissed harder, with more force, trying to forget everything happening...and this was working as much as I hate to admit it. I felt like I was in heaven. Butterflies swirled in my stomach, and I didn't feel like shit anymore.

Harry flipped us over, so he was hovering over me. Slowly, he lowered himself onto me, making sure not to put a lot of his weight onto my bruised body. His hips rocked against mine, causing me to moan and feel excitement build up in the bottom of my stomach.

But, too soon, he released and laid down next too me, leaving both of us panting and with swollen lips. I denied a smile to form on my face, and smoothed out the covers on top of me. I felt warm, not hot. I felt as if warmth was taken from me when he pulled away.

I shoved the thoughts away, and tried so hard to think of something else. What is happening to me? The only things I could think about right now was Harry and El. I'm officially loosing it.

I was the first to break the silence of our now controlled breathing.

"I can't believe I'm letting El die. I'm letting all of them just. DIE." I fought to speak and let these words come out. When they did, my voice was shaky and cracked.

"It's not your fault." Harry quietly replied, starting to stroke my knotted hair. He began to breath rapidly and shoved a hand through his hair

"What's the matter?" I questioned. He leaned over, and handed a white envelope to me. My breath hitched, and I stared at it, hesitantly.

On the front, was 'ROSIE' in neat script. 'Open if you dare, babe" followed below it. How did it even get here? Why is this happening?

I hastily opened it, and felt all the blood drain from my face. I felt as if a large train swooped in and ran smack dab into me. My breath was taken away from my body. I felt cold,empty.

As as soon as I knew it, I was hyperventilating, and crying, and freaking out. My body pleaded for me to stop moving, but I couldn't. I was throwing everything in my way to the other side of the room. This isn't fair. Life isn't fair.

But, it's too early! He lied! He did this, not me! I could've thought of something by tomorrow, but it's too late for that...for her.

The situation with Harry before, meant nothing to me at this moment. I felt lost, broken, damaged.

I felt horrible and shitty.....

Because....





El was dead.

Notes

Hey guys!!


Sooo...you were expecting that?...Maybe.. Maybe not (; thoughts? Also, don't just not read anymore, all the good stuff is happening now? Starting at this chapter or at least the couple others before everything is starting to unfold!! It's getting good!! I also wanted to say, I will probably end this story around chapters 40-45. Sequel? I was thinking about it...would anyone read it! Tell me!! ☺️

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

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