Tattooed Heart **ON HOLD**

Rosie's POV
I brought the cold mug up to my lips and took a small sip. I placed it down with a clinck, and rested back in the chair.

Zayn shook his head, and tried to hold back tears that were coming out. "I loved her so much" he sobbed. I pouted and shut my eyes, and tried to not burst out in hysterics.

Liam hasn't come out of his apartment. Louis' been on edge. I've been in such a fragile state that I can break down at any moment.

Everything reminds me of El. Food, clothes, music.....Louis. I can't even look at him without swallowing a lump in my throat. He meant so much to her.

I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach, that isn't right. But nowadays, nothing is. It feels different, but I know that it's my mind just hoping she still alive...and she's not.

That picture of her practically hanging off the chair, only held up with straps, killed me. Her brown hair was knotted and hanging over her shoulders. Her face and neck was covered in burnt marks and scratches. She was filthy and......dead looking. She was paler then normal and frail. 'GAME OVER' the note on the back of it said,is still clear in my head

He lied...whoever it was. I hated it, I hate him. He killed my best friend, and there's nothing I can do.

"This doesn't make any fucking sense!" Zayn exclaimed. "Why kill them? When they wanted Rosie?"

"I don't know, Zayn!" Niall replied.

"There's obviously something fucking wrong!" Zayn argued. "He shouldn't have killed them! They're not supposed to be dead!" He ended up sobbing.

"There is something wrong!" Louis said. "She was supposed to be gone! Not them! Her! BLAME FUCKING HER!" He shouted pointing to me. My eyes shot open, and the knot in my neck was gone.

"What the hell did you say?!" Harry growled. I looked over at him and slouched down in my chair.

"I said she should be fucking dead not anyone else!" Louis repeated. I shut my eye, and tried to hold back my tears. It was hard enough to look at Louis...now I'm hearing this.

I opened my eyes and all eyes were on me. Harry got up and stormed out, slamming the door with him and Louis glared at me, which I gladly returned.

Before I knew it, tears were coming out...a lot. I felt cold, alone. Niall came over and picked me up. I sobbed all the way to my room as he carried me there. Everything was falling apart because of me..why? Why did this happen?

Niall tried to rub my back and calm me, but it was use. I was a distraught girl and I couldn't stop my own tears...how pathetic.

I wonder her last thought was. Probably 'I'm going to die'. I can't think about this... El. El..she was my best friend, my savior...and I couldn't return that.

I feel horrible...I feel like every emotion held in is coming out.

Why El? Why not me? Why can't I die?

Why couldn't it be me instead of her?

She didn't deserve that....

I did.

The bed dipped, and I faced bright blue eyes. His eyes looked concerned...upset. His breathing was ridged over my face..and gave me some warmth.

"It's ok Rosie" he cooed rubbing my back and pulling me closer to him.

As I felt something I thought would never happen.

His lips on mine.

Notes

Hey guys!!


Sorry for the bad/short update!! :( I have A LOT of schoolwork...and some family problems right now. Im Trying to keep updating sooner, and I get delayed...so I'll try harder!! Also check out my new story with my BFFL! You'll love it!

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