Tattooed Heart **ON HOLD**

Rosie's POV

I slipped the blue sweater over my head before running to the door. Before I could even open it, Liam and Zayn walk through.

"Beat ya to it." Zayn winked and walked past me. Liam smiles and follows him, playing with his hands.

Harry sits in the living room with Blake, and Liam and Zayn sit across from them. Beers are scattered on the table, some empty some unopened.

I lean against the door frame and smile as Liam passes a joint to Harry, who passes it to Blake without looking at it again. He's trying. He really is.

~FLASHBACK~

"What! What happened!"

My eyes shoot open. Sweat covers my body, and the blanket sticks to me. My breath is rigid, and my eyes are wide open. Burning seizes my arms, and my hair is flown across my face.

Those eyes flash behind my lids as I shut them. I shoot up. They're black, and evil. A cold snicker follows them as he wraps his hands around El's neck. She coughs and whimpers, trying to break free.

That dream is killing me. Every night it's occurs and every night I burst awake. My throat is always dry, and my blankets are always on the floor from my thrashing around.

Harry walks over to the side of the bed, and stares at me. The bright light coming from the center of the ceiling illuminates his features, and make his eyes sparkle. His green eyes sparkle beneath all the tattoos he has covering himself.

A tear slips down the side of my face, as I stare straight up at the blue ceiling.

It wasn't a teal or bright blue. It was a baby blue, soothing and calming. The walls match, and the bed sheets are white, making the room brighter. Three windows line one side of the wall, with white shades covering all of them.

"Rosie? What happened?" He asks in a frantic voice. I rub my eyes, and sit up quickly. The breeze makes the skin in my arms burn even more. I wince and bring them to my lap. Scratches, red with blood, form in my arms from my elbow to wrist.

"Bad dream, I'm fine." I say. His eyes travel to my arms, and a frown forms at his pink lips. His hand combs through his hair, before sitting down next to me. Gray sweatpants are the only thing present that he wears, and his bare chest brings comfort to me as he wraps his arms around me.

Harry lays down on the bed, and swings his feet up so he's laying next to me. My head lays on his chest, and my tears drip onto his chest. His deep breathing and heartbeat calm me down, somewhat, and everything seems to calm a bit.

"Don't do that to yourself. It's bad." He states. His breath smells faintly of smoke.

"Really? Look who's smoking and drinking all the time." I reply and shake as his breath fans over my head.

"That's my life. Not yours." He says, deeply. I trace over the tattoo right below my head and smirk. He keeps squirming when I lightly touch him.

"Fine then." I sigh and move away from him. I turn on my side, and face the wall. It gives me a feeling of satisfaction when he huffs in frustration. Like for the first time I won an argument with him. For once.

The bed we lay in is king size, which means it's fairly large. I slide all the way to the other edge, and grip the pillow. My arm stings and burns as it brushed the sheets. I ignore it.

"Rosie. Stop it." He says gently. I smile to myself and stay with my back to him. "I'm.-" he sighs. "I-I'm sorry ok? Happy?"

"Really Harry?" I ask. I hold back a laugh as he shuffles behind me. I feel cold and lost without an arm around me...especially Harry's. Probably because he's so strong and comforting...but it's still gives me more comfort then I want. "Did you just...apologize.?"

He mumbles "Fuck" under his breath and shuffles more, making amusement and victory fill me. I feel an arm wrap around my waist, and my body's pulled to his. The feeling of warmth flows through me again...I feel safer.

I turn to my other side, and face him. His head rests on top of mine, and his arms cup my waist. I shut my eyes, and open them again, inhaling and exhaling. He makes me forget....I don't know why, but I forget everything.

My bad dreams.

Eleanor.

My shitty life.

Just because of his strong body entangled with mine. It's weird.

"Why am I here?" I whisper. He looks down, and back up, rubbing his thumb over my waist as a sign that he's there....and that's what I need.

I might act tough or cocky, but I miss El. Deeply. She was the other half of me...and I need someone to fill that. I need someone. Period. I just wish it was El though. There's only so much one can take.

Harry let's out a deep breath, knowing the answer to my question...but he's....apprehensive about it.

"We thought if we moved you here....they wouldn't know where you were. They knew you were at Niall's...they must've knew we would keep you there. But they'll never guess you're here unless it's their last resort." He stated.

"Why wouldn't they?" I question. He moves around from my question, but answers.

"Well...let's just say I'm not the most committed with girls." He says calmly. I can't help but let a smile pull at the corner if my lips, making them curl up.

"I can see that." I answered. A small part of my heart broke when he said that....but it was a small piece. But it was still part of it. Shit. I shut my eyes.

Els warm smile flashed behind them. She waved to me, signaling to join her. I run over, only to trip and fall and my stomach, causing a scrap on my leg. I turn over on my back and squeeze my eyes shut and try to ignore the pain in my knees from the impact. I realize El is waiting for me, and decide to keep going. I open my eyes and there he stands, with a long sharp needle in hand waiting to plunge it into my skin.

I gasp and open my eyes. My breathing becomes heavy again as I dream of El every day, every night. No matter how much I want to let go....I can't.

"I can't get the bad dreams away...they keep coming back." I admit. I can feel my body tense at the thought of everything I'm thinking and dreaming of. I begin to shake. My hands start, leading to my upper body, then to my lower half, and soon my whole body is a frantic mess. I take large breaths that come out wobbly and sniffly. Tears start to come out, and I can't stop them.

Eleanor is gone. Because of me. I have half my memory lost. Because of me. I have no family to go to. Because of myself. I tried too much to make this work and it's not. I feel like I should just get a fresh start and leave here...but I can't. Even if El's dead I can't leave here, or her. I have to find her, or her body, give her a proper burial service and a final goodbye. I have to let her parents have their final goodbyes, her friends, her love. Lost lover. At least she lived a great life. Hell, I don't deserve my life.

I realize something....this is what they want. They want me to break. And that's what I'm doing. Whoever these people are, they're ruining my life that I've worked so hard to build up. And it's not going to work. I'm not going to let anyone see me like this anymore.

Harry's arms are tight, and I feel like all I should do is cry in them. But I can't. I'm pathetic to even sit here and let anyone witness me break down. It's too revealing, too personal.

"Rosie, your fine....calm down. I've got you." He says soothingly. I man up and wipe away my tears and nod. Even if everything about Eleanor roams in my head, I suck it up and mask my emotions inside furthermore. "They're not going to hurt you again. I'm here now."

He lowers himself to my head level and faces me. Our eyes lock, and my hands rest on his shoulders. They're firm and buff as my hands brush over them. Our chests touch, his bare one making me even more warm than before. He leans in, and one hand travels to my cheek as his lips brush mine.

Once they finally touch, I'm paralyzed. I have no clue if I should retreat or embrace it and pull him closer, but I do. My hands wrap around his neck, and grip it firmly as he circles his thumb over my large cheek. I don't know of I should be afraid of the feeling I get from this. If the sensation that rushes through me like electricity is good or not.

His lips, itself is soft. The way they moved, taking lead and pushing without going to far enticed me. How he had complete control, yet still was uncontrolled in some way. They moved away for a second, dragging my bottom lips between his teeth before going back.

He pulls away, and locks his eyes with mine and smiles. "What's your favorite color?" he asks.

I look at him with confusion flooding my face. "What?" I breath, panting. A smile grows at his lips, his dimples becoming deeper. So many thoughts were flooding through my head at one time, it was a little overwhelming. What did I feel? Was it good?

"What's your favorite color?" He repeats, catching his breath. "Just answer it."

"Blue." I reply apprehensively. His hand runs up the side of my face, and strokes through my hair. I shut my eyes, and snap them open before I could even think about El. "Like the walls. Like a baby or ocean blue. What's yours?"

"Green." He answers. "An emerald green."

"Like your eyes." I breath. He chuckles and never looks away. His curls slightly bounce as his head goes up and down in a nod, with a smile still evident.

"Go to sleep. We can talk tomorrow." He whispers. I nod, my mouth dry like I haven't drank water in a year. My heart leaps, but leaps at the same time making my emotions mixed.

He gets up and shuts the lights off, leaving only a lamp on for light. The hallway lights are left on, and the door stays open, but I focus on his body. His silhouette. His muscles. His frame. How he walks. How he talks. His he runs a hand through his hair. How he yawns.

He gets down on the bed, and it dips. I smile slightly and sigh. As soon as his arms are around me...I'm comfortable. Not on edge. Not frantic. I'm calm. I'm content. I'm happy.

"Harry?" I ask as silence fills the room. I can tell he's almost asleep, but he's alert when I talk to him. "Can you promise me something?"

"What?" He softly says. My head rests in the crook of his neck, and our breathing is steady. I feel at ease. At peace.

"Stop smoking." I respond. He takes a deep breath, and exhales lightly. I feel his breath on my back and neck.

"Only if you promise me to never leave. Not unless someone's with you. Not unless I'm with you. Promise me you won't leave here." He states.

My eyelids become heavy, but I know what he said. I comprehend it. "I promise." I affirm before letting my lids close, and my body lay at rest with his. Lay at rest with peaceful dreams...in his arms.

~END~


"You know." I say and walk into the living room and sit beside Harry. "Eleanor. She takes anxiety medication."

"So?" Blake asks with a shrug. Zayn and Liam exchange a glance with Harry before taking a swig of beer. Harry wraps an arm around my shoulder.

"Let's not talk about this here." He suggests and crosses one leg over the other. I would agree...but I'm positive about my hunch. And I know they know. I'm not stupid.

"Do you know what anxiety medication contains?" I continue. "Do you Harry? Cause I'm sure Liam band Zayn know. You know damn well don't ya?" I ask with a smile.

Liam smirks and chugs the last of the beer before throwing it on the floor beneath him, and crushing it with his foot. "What's it to you?"

"Just wondering." I shrug. "Thought it meant something."

"What are you talking about?!" Harry interjects as I hold a glare at Liam. Zayn blows smoke from his mouth, and it rises high up to the ceiling.

"Tell him, Liam. Tell him what anxiety meds have." I let a smirk form again. He rolls his eyes and pulls and cigarette from his pocket and lights it. He takes a long drag, and doesn't reply.

"Benzodiazepines" Zayn sighs in defeat. "It's causes memory loss."

Notes

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