Tattooed Heart **ON HOLD**

Rosie's POV

My heart was beating out of my chest.

I could barely breathe.

This is it....I'm dying. Today. By a punk.

I blink hard, trying to wake up. I don't want to die..at least not now. I've made this far and now I can't do anything to prevent my last breath on this earth.

Harry's eyes dart from mine to the gun next to them and back. His chest rises and falls faster with each minute. I mentally wish he would do something....but he's frozen in place.

"R-Ryan....please." I stutter out. "Don't do this."

"Shut the fuck up." He responds and holds me tighter. "Now."

"Ryan." I try again. I feel the metal dig deeper. I roll my eyes up and try not to let the tears fall. I won't let him see me cry.

"I said shut the fuck up." He spits. I shake as an arm wraps around my neck. It's hold getting tighter and tighter.

I feel light headed and begin to loose my balance. I can barely breath. Ryan chuckles and releases my neck, but keeps his arm there.

He holds me up, and now the gun is pointed at my neck. I look up and silently pray.

Please God. Not now. Not this.

I remember what my mother used to tell us. "Pray in times of need, and if you really deserve saving, it'll be granted. If you're bad, than you'll go to hell. No questions asked that's what it is. That's God judgement."

I'm going to hell. I know now. I've been sinning, I've been doing bad things...I'm dying. And going to hell.

I start to regret moving here. I wouldn't be near death if I just stayed home. But, half or more of me doesn't regret it. I'm actually enticed by my move here. At least I know that now.

Before I die.

"You're not so tough now, Styles. Huh" Ryan mocks. I look over at Harry. His eyes are soft, and staring at me. They're not narrowed, or cold. His jaw is loose and his hands are slightly shaking. The knife is brought down and held by his side.

I can feel myself loosing balance. I feel as if I'm about to faint. These are my last words living. Today. Why me?

Harry puts down the knife and walks out of the room. 'What are you doing! What are you fucking doing!' Iscream in my head. I hear the door shut, and reality sinks in. I'm here alone with my killer.

Harry, what the fuck.

Ryan laughs, and spits on the floor next to us. I start to panic inside. What do I do? More importantly, what would El do? Eleanor. She would want me to live. Not die by murder.

So, I do what El would do. Or at least what she would want.

I scratch my nails over his skin as hard as I can. He hisses in pain and snaps my arm back. I scream in pain and bite my bottom lip. That fucking hurt.

Ryan's hand grazes my legs. They're rough against my bare skin. I try not to scream out, God knows what he will do if I.

"Guess you aren't that important after all." He whispers and pushes me so we walk towards the large table in the room. The wood is dark, yet smooth and a white table cloth covers half of it. Nothing lay on top of it, making it as bare as my legs. I blink quickly as he turns me around, and lays me down on top of it. "Might as well." He says.

The gun rests on the seat of a chair next to us as he puts it down. A smirk is evident on his lips as he climbs up, and holds himself over me.

I feel paralyzed...like I can't do anything. I have his voice in the front of my head, and El's in the back. It gets softer and softer as Ryan inches closer to me.

I wince as his harsh lips attack mine. They move hard, and graze my cheeks and neck. One hand pins my hands above my head, and another reaches the hem of my shirt.

I can't move. Either I'm in shock or I can't comprehend what is happening.

I don't moan or utter a sound as his lips suck on my neck.

I don't fight my shirt coming off and thrown across the room.

I feel like I have nothing to live for. Harry just left, and I have no way of fighting back. It's evident that he's much stronger than I am. My mind begins to wonder to El. We'll be together again. I'll just die and we'll be together. That seems pretty good.

His hands slip to my lower back, and his lips meet my stomach. I feel them travel to my bra clasp, and play with it.

My breath hitches. I realize even if I want to die, I don't want to have sex...especially with Ryan before I go. I have mixed feelings. My body says, 'go, die!'and my head says, 'you need to live! Stop!'I don't know what to choose, but I do know I don't want to feel Ryan anymore. He's a pig.

Tears start to build up. I fight with myself...I can't let him do this. Even if I want to leave the world. I can't.

"Ryan. Stop!" I screech. I listen to my voice. It cracks at the end...and it's raspy. My thirst is dry, and my heart beat picks up.

"Relax babe." He coos evilly and kisses between my breasts. "You'll like it. Trust me, I'm much better than Harry."

I try to push, but my hands are restricted. I wiggle, and he bites down on my skin, making me jump and scream. Now I know I really know I don't want this.

"Stop!" I screech again, firmer. He chuckles and plays with the clasp again. His jean buckle tickles my stomach, and his muscles constrict around me. I'm pulled up to his body, as if I weigh nothing.

"Relax!" He shouts. I flinch away, well as much as I could. "Just stop fucking panicking and relax!"

I stifle a sob. He pushes me back down onto the table, with force. My back hits it hard, and an ache spreads through me.

'Stop! I hate you!' Was all I could think and shout in my head.

"Why don't you fucking relax." I look past his shoulder and hear a click.

"Liam." I breath.

"What the fu-" Ryan was cut off by Zayn and Louis lifting Ryan up and throwing him on the floor.

I let out a sigh of relief as Liam wraps an around behind my back and under my knees to pick me up. I grip his neck tight, and not even knowing, I shake. A light layer of sweat forms on my forehead and I try not to sniffle or let the tears burst. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my body.

"Shh. You're okay. Shh." Liam whispers.

I wince as I hear Ryan grunt in pain. Louis screams out curses into his face. I can almost feel the hard punches being thrown his way.

"Louis! Stop!" Zayn yells, and tries to pull him off. Louis throws an elbow back, and hit hits Zayn's nose. He stumbles and holds it as blood comes out.

Liam turns around, blocking me from the horrific sight. I can feel my body shaking,but I can't stop.

"Here." Liam says quickly. I feel myself being passed off, but I can't understand it. I still feel like I'm lying on the table, with pain through my back.

I shut my eyes, and open them meeting a set of green ones. Harry. He looks concerned and upset. His lips are pulled into a thin line and his eyes are soft. His curls are everywhere and in a quiff, and just bruises cover his perfect face now.

"No." I whisper. I hear Liam grunting, trying to pull Louis off. "Go away. Get away from me."

"What?" He says softly.

"You left me here. To die!" I say. My voice is loud and in a shrill. "I thought to would actually care enough to help but I guess not!"

"Rose." He begins. I feel him trying to calm his breathing and calm himself. His anger is about to rise. I know it.

"Don't call me that." I say shakily. Just looking into his eyes makes me want to cry. And his voice doesn't help in the least bit. He locks his eyes with mine, and it feels like I'm the only one he's focused on. Even over this screaming.

"Please. Just listen." He pleads. I look down. I can't gaze at him. I know if I do, I'll let him talk....and I can't listen to his excuse of why he left me to die.

"No....Just" I trail off as he sits me down on the table and stands between my legs. He bends and picks up my shirt, slowly sliding it over my body. A smirk is pulled at his lips, and his dimples are on full display. Instead of staring at his eyes, I stare at his chest, which is partially shown by the low cut shirt he has on. I focus on the many tattoos covering his skin.

"Just what?" He asks. "Do this?"

I look peer peer up at him, with confusion. His arms wrap around my waist, and pull me closer to him. I stop shaking as soon as our chests touch. His breathing warms my neck, and makes me have thus urge in my stomach to pull him even closer.

But, with even asking he leans in, and his lips touch mine.

Granting my wish.

Notes

Hey guys!!



Sorry there was no note last week! I couldn't access it and I was in a rush, but I'm back now! Let me just ask: who died when Harry showed his new tattoo in Brazil *raises hand* . OMG I can't he's so hot lol. And Liam and Sophia broke up. :*| idk..I actually didn't mind Sophia. And Liam's sad tweets made cry.

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

Thanks! Bye!! :3