Tattooed Heart **ON HOLD**

Reader's POV
Rosie sat there next to the blonde haired boy on the bench. Her insides were turning and her palms became sweaty. She knew that he was part of the 'gang', she wasn't stupid, and the green eyed one heading her way wasn't helping the panic feelings that were arising inside her either.

"I guess you could say that" she responded nervously to his question. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him sneaking small glances at her, as if he was studying her.

"I'm Niall" he introduced himself as. Rosie looked blankly at her lap, as her eyes widened at the name. She also started to panic as he held his hand out, for her to shake.

"I-I have to go" she stuttered standing up. Niall shook his head and snickered at her uneasiness. If only she knew Louis wasn't the one behind her uncomfortable feelings, for it was Ryan and Harry who solemnly took an interest at her, as they had everyone watch her. She interested them from the way she walks and talks, to her body, that was amazingly fit and how she acted like she didn't know.

Louis and the rest of them only helped Harry and Ryan for the pleasure of scaring her. It made them chuckle the way she shied away, and widened her eyes. The notes they sent out to every person, were doubled, and added to the satisfaction of her scared attitude and body language.

Niall stood up, along with her, and began to walk beside her. "I didn't catch your name love" he asked, almost cocky. He watched her tense and continue her way to her unknown job- to them.

"You can call me R" she said nervously. Niall chuckled as she began to wipe her sweaty palms on her uniform.

"Now it's not fair that you know my name and I don't know yours. Come on, in sure it's lovely. I mean, it has to be to fit such a lovely....body" Niall remarked, making sure to send shivers down her body by blowing his hot breath onto her shoulder.

"Look! I don't know you, and quite frankly I don't want to! Your friend was an ass, and so are you so just leave me alone!" Rosie yelled at him, and stormed off, making sure to leave a sting across Niall's cheek, that was freshly slapped.

Niall snorted, and stormed the other way to meet his accomplice, Harry. He shook his head at the thought of her winning and getting the satisfaction of slapping him. It pissed him off, even though he was quite soft. No girl ever talked to him like that, and that made her more alluring to them. To all of them. Except for Liam and Zayn, who were caught up in their own girlfriends. And poor Louis, who was still desperately in love with Eleanor, but she had no clue. He spent his new attitude building up confidence to win her back, to show her he still does love her and he's still the same old Louis, but as far as he knew, it was distancing them more. He had no idea she hated the new him and his new behavior was pushing her father away.

"What happened Ni, you'd scare her?" Harry asked, his green eyes twinkling at the thought of him winning over Ryan. And the thought of the new girl sitting in his lap, kissing him. Her begging for more of him while he teased her and had complete control. Ryan wouldn't know what hit him if he got her first. There was something different about that girl, that intrigued them. It pulled them in to her, wanting to know more, but also just wanting to take her to bed.

That day in the car, when she first stared into his eyes, he knew that she was different, and being new only helped Harry more. The constant watch of her for days and the notes to watch her reaction that they did with everyone, was a bonus to him. The way she walked, swaying her hips slightly and when she smiled, her bright white teeth glowing, made Harry have the urge to take her right where she was, but he resisted it, and stayed behind in the shadows.

Harry had concluded to himself that those feelings were mere feelings from her physical looks. He always like girls that were attractive, even though every girl marveled over the Harry Styles. That's what Ryan was jealous of. No one argued or bragged about Ryan Walker, no, only Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry. Even though girls promised to call or text him, the day later, they never even glance at the number given too them, while Harry had numbers being thrown at him here and there. This girl, to Ryan, was different. He knew Harry took an interest in her. Just the thought of the look on Harry's face when she walked out of his room, with nothing but a sheet covering her bare body, and only his hands caressing her name skin made him smile.

"I'm not sure. She knew that we know Lou, so she knows more than we thought." Niall smiled evilly. Harry smirked, and started to walk the way that Rosie was, following her path, with Niall running behind.

As soon as they found her, they hid behind a corner, watching a scene unravel between Rosie and Eleanor.

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"El, what's the problem?" Rosie asked with concern.

"L-Louis. That fucking Louis!" El squealed with anger as she let more and more unwanted tears fall. El started to pace with more emotions running through her body.

"What about that asshole? Don't even think about him!" Rosie said comforting her best friend. Rosie was positively late for her new job, but she didn't care at that point.

El took out her phone, and showed Rosie what Louis left on it. Rosie gasped, confused at what was happening between El and Louis as that point. El knew, so she preceded to tell Rosie what happened.

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Niall and Harry crouched behind the wall corner and tried their best to listen to what Eleanor was saying about Louis. The roar of the kids and adults talking and yelling wasn't helping their situation, as they tried to get closer and closer to the two. Soon enough, they were interrupted by a phone call, from none other than Louis.

He sounded dis shelved, and distraught from the other line. Even though, Harry and Niall wanted to listen to young Eleanor's tragic story, they needed to help Louis right now.

So, they pulled up their hoods, and zipped up their jackets, and started to walk to the exit, which of course, was behind Rosie and Eleanor. The hastily walked past them, with their heads down, only leaving a little slip of white paper at Rosie's foot as they passed.

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"And than- wait...Rose, what's that?" El questioned Rosie, while looking at the the small piece of paper on the ground. El wiped more stray tears away, and still thought about Louis

Rosie turned around and soon found the little paper at her foot. She didn't want to believe that it was for her. The notes hadn't come for a day or two now and she was hoping that this was just a piece of trash that was flying around in front of her. 'Oh God' she thought to herself as she picked it up. Se slowly opened it, revealing chilling handwriting:

You know more than we thought, R. You got a big brain in that pretty little head of yours. (;

Rosie cringed at the note. 'That prick Niall' she thought to herself. 'The nerve of him'. But little did Rosie realize in her pretty little head of her's that Niall did not write the note.

Notes

Hey guys!!



Who do you think wrote the note?
What did Louis need?
Why do they like to scare Rosie?

Do you like this POV? I might add one of the boy's POV next chapter, but let me know what you think about it.
Anyways...Thanks for reading!!


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