Nothing At All
Chapter Sixteen
Harry’s POV
It’s been about a month since everyone’s read Rose’s letter and everyone blamed me for her leaving. John Michael and her mum were crushed because they already knew why she wrote them. We all knew. She had a planning of dying and these were her telling us goodbye. I carried her letter with me everywhere I went though. She was the one girl who gave me a chance, the one girl who became my light in my world of darkness and I messed it up again. The boys and I knew that Simon’s men were looking for her after what Chad showed us that night we went to his house to basically kill him so we’ve been listening to our police scanner that John Michael and Niall managed to snatch late one night. We haven’t heard anything of them finding a body remotely close to Rose’s yet so that gave us all hope that she wasn’t dead. I was hoping that she was far away from all of this and she was starting a better life. I should have never brought into this but then again I was selfish and lonely and wanted someone to show me that I wasn’t as evil as I thought I was. I reading her letter again when there was a knock at the door.
“Hey,” Eleanor stuck her head in, “You hungry?”
“Not really,” I sighed as I put the letter in my pocket and looked over at her, “I’m skipping dinner.”
“You know I really think you should eat something small Haz,” she said quietly.
“You know what I think?” I asked harshly, “I think you should shut up now.”
Eleanor sighed and gave me a sympathetic smile.
“We all miss her Harry but she would want us to live our lives like we have been before she came into them,” Eleanor said quietly, “I’ll put your plate in the fridge though.”
After Rose left Simon’s house in Holmes Chapel when we got back the girls moved in and so did John Michael and Katy. John Michael couldn’t stand to see Rose’s room so he moved out of their house while my mum and Gemma moved in to help out Rose’s mum who was just utterly sad. I sighed to myself and put my head in my hands. I was completely miserable and it was all my fault.
Perk up street rat, I heard her voice in my head and I smiled at the nickname she had came up, no one likes a Debbie Downer so smile. You look cuter with that on.
I then looked over to the dresser mirror to find a picture of us on one of our dates I had taken her on. We were at the park of our first date and she was smiling widely at the camera while I kissed her cheek. I then looked over to pick up the picture frame of the picture of us at a birthday party of one of the guys we worked with. We were both grinning at the camera and I had my hands around her waist and my chin on her shoulder. I sighed deciding I needed to get out of the house. I stood up and quickly grabbed my things and headed out the door. It was cold for February and I pulled Rose’s favorite leather of mine closer to me and I shoved my hands in my pockets. I was walking around when I saw a group of people coming from a gym called Kickass.
“Well you’ve been doing amazing in training Claire. I have no doubt you’ll kick ass at the end of the week,” I heard an American male voice say and I heard a laugh that sounded like Rose’s.
“Thanks Jake,” the girl said and she sounded exactly like Rose, “I can’t wait to show him who’s boss. Give ‘em the cheesy one two.”
Jake and this girl, Claire just laughed along with the other eight other people with them. They turned around and were staring at me weirdly.
“Can we help you?” Jake kind of asked rudely.
“Keep your mouth shut kid,” I said kind of harshly and I saw Claire nervously look between me and Jake.
“What did you say?” he asked puffing his chest out.
“Jake just drop it,” Claire said, “Sorry Harry.”
“How do you know my name?” I demanded and Jake was about to step in between us but Claire pushed him away.
“You’re one of the most powerful gang leaders in this town,” she replied, “Should I not know your name?”
I continued to stare at the girl in front of me and I saw that instead of blue eyes she had green eyes and her hair was darker than Rose’s but for some reason something was telling me this was Rose.
“Rose?” I asked and she gave me a confused look.
“Who’s Rose man?” I saw Jake wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer to him,
“She’s mine man and I don’t give a fuck who you are.”
“You guys go on ahead of me,” this girl said, “I’ll meet you at the down the street. Promise give me ten minutes.”
Jake gave her a skeptical look and she just laughed and rolled her eyes.
“You can time me,” she said pushing him, “Now go.”
The group left unwillingly but once they were out of hearing distance this girl turned to look at me.
“Rumor on the street is that the girl fighting the big fight after mine Friday is named Rosemarie Seige,” the girl said, “I don’t know if that is the girl on your mind but if she is I wish you all the best with her.”
“Thanks,” I said a bit deflated that this girl wasn’t Rose.
“No problem,” she said, “And I promise I won’t tell a soul you’re a big softie on the inside.”
I then smiled and she kissed my cheek.
“See you around street rat,” she said and quickly rushed off.
However I wasn’t quick enough to grab her when it finally clicked. She called me street rat the only person to do that was. Rosemarie.
It’s been about a month since everyone’s read Rose’s letter and everyone blamed me for her leaving. John Michael and her mum were crushed because they already knew why she wrote them. We all knew. She had a planning of dying and these were her telling us goodbye. I carried her letter with me everywhere I went though. She was the one girl who gave me a chance, the one girl who became my light in my world of darkness and I messed it up again. The boys and I knew that Simon’s men were looking for her after what Chad showed us that night we went to his house to basically kill him so we’ve been listening to our police scanner that John Michael and Niall managed to snatch late one night. We haven’t heard anything of them finding a body remotely close to Rose’s yet so that gave us all hope that she wasn’t dead. I was hoping that she was far away from all of this and she was starting a better life. I should have never brought into this but then again I was selfish and lonely and wanted someone to show me that I wasn’t as evil as I thought I was. I reading her letter again when there was a knock at the door.
“Hey,” Eleanor stuck her head in, “You hungry?”
“Not really,” I sighed as I put the letter in my pocket and looked over at her, “I’m skipping dinner.”
“You know I really think you should eat something small Haz,” she said quietly.
“You know what I think?” I asked harshly, “I think you should shut up now.”
Eleanor sighed and gave me a sympathetic smile.
“We all miss her Harry but she would want us to live our lives like we have been before she came into them,” Eleanor said quietly, “I’ll put your plate in the fridge though.”
After Rose left Simon’s house in Holmes Chapel when we got back the girls moved in and so did John Michael and Katy. John Michael couldn’t stand to see Rose’s room so he moved out of their house while my mum and Gemma moved in to help out Rose’s mum who was just utterly sad. I sighed to myself and put my head in my hands. I was completely miserable and it was all my fault.
Perk up street rat, I heard her voice in my head and I smiled at the nickname she had came up, no one likes a Debbie Downer so smile. You look cuter with that on.
I then looked over to the dresser mirror to find a picture of us on one of our dates I had taken her on. We were at the park of our first date and she was smiling widely at the camera while I kissed her cheek. I then looked over to pick up the picture frame of the picture of us at a birthday party of one of the guys we worked with. We were both grinning at the camera and I had my hands around her waist and my chin on her shoulder. I sighed deciding I needed to get out of the house. I stood up and quickly grabbed my things and headed out the door. It was cold for February and I pulled Rose’s favorite leather of mine closer to me and I shoved my hands in my pockets. I was walking around when I saw a group of people coming from a gym called Kickass.
“Well you’ve been doing amazing in training Claire. I have no doubt you’ll kick ass at the end of the week,” I heard an American male voice say and I heard a laugh that sounded like Rose’s.
“Thanks Jake,” the girl said and she sounded exactly like Rose, “I can’t wait to show him who’s boss. Give ‘em the cheesy one two.”
Jake and this girl, Claire just laughed along with the other eight other people with them. They turned around and were staring at me weirdly.
“Can we help you?” Jake kind of asked rudely.
“Keep your mouth shut kid,” I said kind of harshly and I saw Claire nervously look between me and Jake.
“What did you say?” he asked puffing his chest out.
“Jake just drop it,” Claire said, “Sorry Harry.”
“How do you know my name?” I demanded and Jake was about to step in between us but Claire pushed him away.
“You’re one of the most powerful gang leaders in this town,” she replied, “Should I not know your name?”
I continued to stare at the girl in front of me and I saw that instead of blue eyes she had green eyes and her hair was darker than Rose’s but for some reason something was telling me this was Rose.
“Rose?” I asked and she gave me a confused look.
“Who’s Rose man?” I saw Jake wrap an arm around her waist and pull her closer to him,
“She’s mine man and I don’t give a fuck who you are.”
“You guys go on ahead of me,” this girl said, “I’ll meet you at the down the street. Promise give me ten minutes.”
Jake gave her a skeptical look and she just laughed and rolled her eyes.
“You can time me,” she said pushing him, “Now go.”
The group left unwillingly but once they were out of hearing distance this girl turned to look at me.
“Rumor on the street is that the girl fighting the big fight after mine Friday is named Rosemarie Seige,” the girl said, “I don’t know if that is the girl on your mind but if she is I wish you all the best with her.”
“Thanks,” I said a bit deflated that this girl wasn’t Rose.
“No problem,” she said, “And I promise I won’t tell a soul you’re a big softie on the inside.”
I then smiled and she kissed my cheek.
“See you around street rat,” she said and quickly rushed off.
However I wasn’t quick enough to grab her when it finally clicked. She called me street rat the only person to do that was. Rosemarie.
Notes
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10/27/13