When Somebody Loved Me

~ Rose’s Pov ~
I sat in my usual sit in chemistry. I always sat in the back so no one could look at me. I sat alone. There was an even number of kids in my class but no one and I mean no one wanted to sit by me. The only person who sat by me is my best friend Maddie, but she goes to a different school now. I started drawing in my notebook when I heard the door opened. I looked up a little and saw it was Harry and Niall. Great, I hope Harry doesn’t sit with me. sense we have lab desk it two to a table.

“Ok everyone we are going to have to guest with us this week, and you already know their names” said Mr. Brown. While he talked about what they were doing I just drawed not paying attention till I heard it, the question that I was fearing.

“Now lets see who will be the lucky student that will get to walk you guys around” Mr. Brown said as he looked on the computer. See the thing is that the boys have the same schedule as one of the students and that student will show them around.

“Ahhh.. Its looks like Ms. Smith will be showing you around,” Mr. Brown said as he looked throw that class to find me. Omg, my life is ruined. People are going to look at me more ,and talk to me more. That and Im going to have to talk to them. Which means I won't get to see my dad.

“Rose raise your hand please” Mr. Brown said. I slowly raised my hand.

“Ahh there she is, Well go take a seat boys” Mr. Brown said. I kept hoping that Niall would sit by me. So I wouldn’t have to talk about this morning. I looked down at my notebook and continue to draw.

“Hello love” said a british accent. Dang, this will be awkward. Pretend like it didn’t happen.

“Hi” I said pulling down my sleeves while looking up at him.

“I’m Harry” He said putting his hand out to shake.

“Rose” I said shaking it.

“So you're going to be showing me and Niall around right” He asked

“Yeah I am” I said. Today is going to be a long day. After that Mr. Brown started talking about chemicals and stuff like that. I didn’t really get to pay attention to the fact that I kept hearing people say my name. I just sat there and looked down and the desk and listen to what they said about me. After awhile I focused on just one of the many conversations.

“like ew why does the fat ass get to be with them” One said whispering to the girl next to her

“I know right, I feel bad for the boys, just eww” the other girl said back. I just sat there and listen to all the insults. This is why I hate being noticed. I just end up getting bullied more. I felt my eyes start to water. Thats when I raised my hand.

“Yes Ms. Smith?” Mr. Brown asked.

“Can I go to the bathroom, please?” I asked. I felt everyone's eyes turn to me as I asked.

“Yes you may, but don’t take long” He said. He went back to talking and the class went back to looking at the front of the room. I grabbed my purse and walked out the back door of the class. I hugged myself as I walked down the hallway. Letting my purse handling lay in the fold of my arm. I looked at the ground as I walked. I heard all the words they said run through my head as the first of meaning tears fell down my face. I only went to bathroom when I wanted to cry or cut myself at school. I’m not proud of myself when I do it, but when I do it. It gives me some sort of relaxation. I heard quiet foot steps behind me. I didn’t bother to look back. I opened the bathroom door. I walk in and check to see if anyone is in there. I went over to the sink and place my bag on it. I went through my bag till I got my band-aid box. I pulled out my razor, and took out the band aid I would need. I took the razor in my left hand. I cried as I felt the cold metal cut through my pointer finger. I only did it on my finger so I could say it was a paper cut. I sat and cried and let the finger bleed for a little. Then I went and pulled up my sleeves with my left hand. I washed my pointer finger. As I did I looked down at my arms, and saw the scars. Every time I see them I’m half sided. I remember the relaxation from it. Then that fact if my dad knew I let him down. I snapped back and finished my washing my hands after. I put the band-aid on my finger. I went and put my razor back into the band-aid box. I put the box back into my bag, and pulled out my makeup bag. I took out the tissues and dried my cheeks from the tears. The put on BB Cream and put very little powder on it so I don’t have tear stain cheeks. I looked up at the ceiling to help dry my eyes. When I thought it was good enough I put my makeup bag back into my purse and left. As I walked back I looked at the floor. Remembering the pattern of the tile.

“Boo” Someone said from behind me. I jumped a little from the noise. I turned around and saw it was just Harry.`As we walked back we talked. Right know I didn't care about my mom finding out. I just wanted to feel less lonely.

~Harry’s Pov~ (before Rose left to the bathroom)
I sat and watched as Rose drew on her note book. It was beautiful it was a dead tree, the only colors were black, white, and grey. She lifted her head a little and just stared ahead. I watched as tears start to gather into her beautiful green eyes. I wonder whats wrong. I hope she’s ok. She slowly raised her hand.

“Yes Ms. Smith?” Mr. Brown asked Rose.

“Can I go to the bathroom, please?” She asked. As she did I saw her as she turn uncomfortable.

“Yes you may but don't take long?” Mr. Brown said turning back to the board and kept teaching the lesson. Rose picked up her purse and walked quickly out of the room. I waited a little and then got up and started to follow her. I watched as she walked down the hall. She look so lonely.She hugged herself as she walked letting her purse fall down from her shoulder. Not caring at all. I just wanted to go up and hug her, but I couldn't let her know I was following her. That would be weird, very weird. So I fought my urge to go hug her, and kept walking behind her. When she went into the bathroom. I waiting outside behind where the door would open. I started to look through my phone at twitter, and instagram. Then I heard the door creak open. After it closed I sneak up on Rose.

“Boo” I said making her jump a little. We started walking back to class.

“Why did you follow me?” She asked as we walked down the hallway.

“So I knew where the bathroom was” I said lying. I actually came to see if she was ok. I looked at her hands and saw a band-aid on her finger.

“What happened to your finger?” I asked. She looked at her finger before she answered.

“It got stuck in the stall door” She said tugging down her sleeves. Why did she need a band-aid if she got it stuck in a door. I thought that your finger got a bruise. Not a cut?

“What club are you in?” I asked as we got to the door. I stepped in front of her to open the door.

“Music” She said as I opened the door.

“Cool” I said

“Thank you” She said smiling as she walked into the classroom. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding, and walked into the class. The rest of class was the same. Rose drew in her notebook, and I watched her. She had she her pointer finger slightly off the table, and when the finger would hit the table.she would flinch from the pain. There was one thing that I couldn't stop thinking, and that's what really happened to her finger.

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