*1 Week Later*

Rosie's POV
Its been a week. A whole seven days of torture and anxiety. The notes have been doubling and tripling the amount everyday when I recieve them. It's like they're never ending, when I think I got the last one, there's always another one everywhere I turn.

I can tell I've been very anxious lately. It's just the thought of someone watching you every second if every day, even when you sleep. It kind of gets to me. I feel bad that I've been taking out my nerves on El, but I can't control myself now. I always feel angry or frustrated and scared at sometimes, and I always have my guard up. That's one thing that El has noticed, I tell her everything, and now....I just feel more secluded, and that's what I'm trying to do, even though I'm in denial about it. I realize my actions, and I know I shouldn't treat El anything else but nice and grateful, but it's just, my stress level is over the roof from these stupid pieces of paper that keep arriving.

I sat there, looking out my huge window in my bedroom. This was my only escape from the world right now. Everything just relaxed me, from the people who looked like tiny ants scattered everywhere, to the blinking street lights and the bright stars in the sky. I fiddled with a hair tie in my hand, as I watched people cross streets, and run to their jobs or meetings and cars zoomed by each other and honked when one was cut off.

I closed my eyes, and breathed in heavily and out lightly. My hair swung in front of my face, and I blew it out, only for it to return again. Frustrated, I tied my hair up with the tie I was playing with before. I shook away my thoughts as I noticed my patience tolerance was getting lower and lower. My mind wondered to when I used to take care of my younger sister all the time who was eight, but now nine. I've always had the most patience in my house because of Lilian. That was her name 'Lilian, like Lily pad. Your lily Pad, Rose.' She used to tell me. I rested my head in lap, as I remembered her reaction as I pulled out of the driveway, to leave and live my life. How she cried and called my name, and fought against our parent's grip to run to the car. How she pounded and pounded on the window in hysterics to get me to come out and stay with her.

"Rose, Rose don't go! Don't leave me! I love you! Rose please!" I cringed at my thoughts of Lily. How I pulled out of the driveway, and she ran to catch up with me. "Rose Please!" Flashed in my head, he little voice cracking. It kept repeating and repeating and repeating.

"Stop! STOP!" I yelled throwing papers and pens off my desk. I clawed and pounded my head. "STOP!" I yelled again pulling my hair. I screamed out in anger, in frustration. I ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. I picked up a bright white towel, and screamed into it. "Why me! STOP! Help." I screamed, my voice croaking on the last word.

I slid down the wall, and huddled into a ball, on the plush rug. I hugged my knees as I sobbed about my entire life right now. I started to breath heavily and rapidly as my bawling got stronger. I stood up and sniffled, looking into the mirror. These notes and everything was going to be the death of me, I swear.

Of course I went to the police. I'm not stupid. Just to sum it up, they know whose writing these, and they're scared of them. No, they didn't tell me that, but I could tell. El was right, everyone is afraid of them. I can't fight back, and I don't even know who the 'we' are they keep referring too except for Niall and Louis. I have know idea what to do. I'm scared and trapped, and right now no one can help me.

I reluctantly studied myself in the mirror. My eyes were blood shot, with bags around around the bottom of them. My skin was slightly paler, and had pink, fresh scratches forming on my left cheek that I inflicted upon myself. My brown hair was frizzy and a mess, with strands standing up, ruffled, and pulled out. I lifted up my hands and ran it over my scratches. My skin stung, as I examined what I did. It was heat if the moment, but made me realize what I was doing to myself. I'm throwing my life away in a matter of two weeks or so. I already lost one job, and my other one is on the line, I need to shape up, starting now.

I ran the cold water, and patted a wet face cloth on my cheek. I winced at the slight pain. 'What am I doing to me?' I thought still full out sobbing. The warm tears burned my uneven face from my pounding and clawing.

I made my way to the door, and stepped over the mess. I found myself in the kitchen without even knowing. El was working till later, so I have this apartment to myself. I calmed myself down to crying, and searched for something to eat. I pulled out a bag of chips, and a soda. I began to open the chips when a knock on the door interrupted me.

I fearfully looked up, and tip-toed to the door. I heard rustling and pacing outside. Inside I started to panic, I'm a young girl all alone Ina city where I don't know anyone. I grabbed the pocket knife El left on the table just in case of emergencies, and help it behind my back. I glanced through the peephole and saw a guy roughly around my age with black hair, and black clothes on. He had few tattoos and only an ear piercing.

I pulled my shirt down, wishing my pajamas were longer right now, and wiped away my unwanted tears. I cracked the door open, so only my body could be seen from inside. I looked the the young boy. He looked scared shitless and nervous. In one hand he held a vase full of red and pink roses with a white envelope slightly sticking out of it.

"For M-Miss. Rosie" he stuttered nervously handing me the flowers. My insides flipped and turned as I examined the horrid things from where he held them. The objects themselves weren't horrid, it was the thought and meaning of why I was getting them was horrid.

"No Thank you" I replied. I watched his eyes widen as he eyed my bare legs and stomach.

"P-Please take them. T-They're for you" he pushed on. I shook my head and began to close the door.

"I said no thank you" I replied sternly to him, as he held the objects out further towards me.

"P-Please" he stuttered obviously scared. Whatever reason, he was giving these to me, or why I wasn't having it.

"No! Now give those back to the people who sent them and tell them to leave me the fuck alone!" I yelled and slammed the door. My patience really was smaller. I could've handled that differently, but my instincts took over.

I made sure to lock every lock on the door, to make it securely closed form that creeper. I lost all my appetite completely, and just made my way back to my bedroom. I crawled under the covers and began to bawl again.

Why was this my life? What did I do to get followed by them? Niall better back the fuck off cause real soon, I'm about go apeshit on him. This is not the real Rosie I grew up as. Ive managed to change myself in a week and I don't like it one bit. All of because of these little white notes? No. They can't affect my life or me. And I plan in becoming my normal self again, and somehow stopping those notes.

Eleanor's POV
I smiled warmly at the customer as she took her bags and left. Ugh. 45 minutes worth of work left, and than off to deal with Rosie's shit. She's really had a whole change in demeanor, and I plan on stopping it. It's not like her to act the way she is, and I just want to help, but she hides everything from me.

I looked up into Forever 21 and saw three people I didn't want to see. Harry and Niall were laughing, holding up a bra, while Louis stood there snickering over his phone. Niall saw my contact and waved to me, signaling Harry and Louis' attention. Louis started to full on stare, at me but I broke his contact, and started to fold some clothes. I shot my eyes up when I heard a sudden crash, and saw a table flipped over in the middle of the store,and Niall and Harry laughing there asses off. Ugh, morons.

I shook Rose and the three idiots away in my head, as my boss called me over. "Calder! I need you to gather these clothes for a customer!" He yelled in my face, handing me a list of clothes to get.

"I'm right here! Why are you yelling at me I'm not deaf!" I said a little to sassy.

"I'm your boss. Don't talk to me like that or you'll leave without a job next time this happens!" he told me. I rolled my eyes, and he walked away. Bosses. Who do they think they are?

I hastily scrambled off, and got to work finding various dresses, skirts, jeans, and shirts. I finally gathered everything, and walked to the counter to bag it. The pile I was holding was so huge, that clothes started to fall of as I walked along. Great. I carried what was left of the pile to the counter, and went searching for the articles scattered about.

I found the last item and bent down to pick it up, with an ache in my back, until a large boot held it down. I groaned in annoyance.

"What the hell do you want Harry?" I asked him. I could hear him chuckling at my our annoyance with him.

"Just a talk" he replied nonchalantly. I stood up to face him. Even though I was pretty tall, Harry still towered over me a little.

"You got five minutes while I finish" I huffed knowing how stubborn he could be. A smile widened on his face.

"Not here, the store. Come on El it'll be just like old times" I shook my head at his statement, and went to snatch the clothing that was digging into the ground form his foot.

"No. I'm not going there. Here or never." I told him. He squished his foot into the article, just to annoy me. I stood up once again, and turned to find the same piece. I heard footsteps following me, rushing to catch up with my fast pace.

"Come on, you can bring Rosie if you'd like" I stopped dead in my tracks. What did he just say? I don't want Rosie anywhere near them, and they know that. I guess he just couldn't help himself in saying that.

"You leave Rosie out of this and no. My answer is no." I said with my finger in his face. An evil smile appeared on his face.

"Fine. Tell Rosie I said hi." He said and walked away, with a look of satisfactory on his face. What the..? What is he up too?

I shook him off, and finished the rest of the day at work by myself. To be honest, my boss really shouldn't be threatening to fire me when I'm doing all the work around here. Ugh. Jobs.

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"Rosie! I'm home! What do you want for dinner!" I called to Rose as I hung my jacket up. I immediately noticed the knife in the table gone.

I ran to Rose's room, and found her room a mess with the knife sparkling clean in her nightstand. She was huddled in a ball sleeping on her bed with a fresh scratch on her cheek and her face tear stained. I pulled the covers up on her, and shut the light leaving her to sleep.

I walked into the kitchen and found a soda and bag of crisps lying in the counter, 'probably left by Rose' I thought. I chuckled to myself and out them back where they belonged.

I pulled out everything for dinner, and began to prepare the ingredients, until I cut off by a strong knock on the door. I ran to it and wiped my hands, as the knocking became pounding.

I opened it gasped. There stood Harry and his gang with proud faces. Perrie and Dani stood behind them smiling with excitement.

"Aren't you gonna let us in?" Harry asked with a smug look.

Notes

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Why did Harry want to talk?
Why were they there?
Why does Rosie love Lily so much but not her family?


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