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Because of Rosalie

Chapter 02: Really Makes You Lose Hope

[Jenny]

The sun shining through the blinds is making me shut my eyes, forcing me to turn back over onto my other side. When I lift my lids, a smile spreads across my face. My eyes meet the gaze of my beautiful angel. She's so amazing, so precious.

"G'mornin', Mommy." She mutters, her voice scratched from her slumber.

"Good morning, sweetheart." I lean to her, kissing her forehead.

She smiles, returning a kiss to my cheek. Silence comes around us again, making my mind drift off into thought as I watch her eyes close, clearly she's not interested in fully waking up just yet. The events of last night begin to replay in my head, from the time he picked me up for our date to the moment he messaged me back.

Harry Styles was not just another boy to me. He treated me better than any other had. He had good intentions. When he told me all the things I wanted to know about him, he completely captivated my mind. He's in his sixth year of dental school at age twenty four. His parents own some large cooperation with many companies branching from it. He has a sister who is older than him and he lives alone in an apartment uptown - with a cat named Butter. His eyes are emerald green and they show all of his emotions - unfortunately I have witnessed a wide range of them. He has dimpled deep in his cheeks, thick eyebrows and white teeth. His hair is longer than average, but not uncontrollable, and his height reaches six feet. He has tattoos, only one ear piercing (his right ear lobe) and he always wears a cross necklace tucked into his shirt.

He's absolutely stunning. Every time we went out I couldn't keep count of the girls swooning over him. He didn't acknowledge them, but I certainly took a heavy notice. From the waitress to a by passer - he caught everyone's eye. Not only is he handsome, but he holds this sort of charm that I found very fascinating, so enchanting.

Along with attending school full time, he helped his father in his fancy office from time to time or either had himself going for errands with his mother. He assisted an older family friend with her roof top garden. He made regular visits to the children's hospitals to draw and paint for the bedridden children. There's another amazing thing about him - his talent. He could draw you a realistic flower or a cartoon straight from his thoughts. He could paint abstractly or in fine detail. He promised that one day I could watch him paint, but that day won't ever arrive for me. I've only seen pictures and videos of him working. He's quite marvelous.

Not only does he practice art in that way, he's always a musician. He can play a handful of instruments and he even said he dabbles in singing lead here and there at karaoke bars he went to with his friends. He is a swift drinking, apparently - he's only told me stories, I never witnessed it for myself - he once downed five tequila shots in eight seconds. I find that hard to believe, but I would have watched him if he offered to show me. Harry Styles was everything I never knew I wanted all wrapped into one amazing human being. It is no one's fault but my own that he's gone.



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My mom is working a double shift tonight, which means it's just me and Rosalie at the dinner table. I fixed her favorites - grilled chicken tenders, mashed potatoes, and white rice. She adores this meal more than anything, besides ice cream - my angel loves her a nice bowl of ice cream, topped with chocolate syrup and a cherry.

"Mommy, is that man coming back?" She asks me, curiosity waving in her voice.

I sit her plate down in front of her, along with the child's cup full of juice. Even though she tries her best not to make a messy, we can't trust her with a regular cup just yet. She's working hard, which makes me proud. I clear my throat when I sit down beside her, not sure about how to answer this without sounding so harsh.

"No."

A sigh leaves my mouth, she isn't going to stop with her questions. She holds so much wonder and curiosity in her tiny body, it blows my mind sometimes at how many questions she can ask about one thing. Despite knowing she's like this, she has hardly asked about last night and why exactly things ended the way they did. Part of me hopes that she just realizes it's nothing that I want to discuss and she'll just move along. Yet I know my daughter, and I know how intense she makes things - how serious she can get them to become.

"I don't ever wanna see him again. He made you cry and that's not nice." She says, taking a spoonful of rice into her mouth.

"Yeah, I don't want to see him either." My words are nothing but a lie. My heart longs to see Harry again. A text, a call, anything would light my world up - but I know, sadly, that it's over and things are through. I must move on, I need to continue my life and act like he never came in to interrupt us.

That will be difficult. How can you go from thinking about someone every minute of the day for weeks straight to suddenly trying to avoid the thought of them? How can I find the strength to flush all the memory I have of him down the drain? To wipe myself clean of all the moments we shared, all the laughs, all the talks, everything - how am I going to do this?

I won't. It's as simple as that. I won't be able to do this. It will just hang over my head until it eventually suffocates me.

Ending things with Harry will be like no other. I will have the constant fear of accidentally bumping into him on the street, or seeing him in a restaurant. I will always have the worry of turning a corner and running straight into him. We live in the same city, it's bound to happen at some point in our lives. Especially when we like the same things. We both share a great love for art, he took me to the art museum for our third date. I love going there, I love taking Rosalie.

The two of us have too much in common when it comes to hobbies. He loves to stroll in the park, he likes to sit in that small cafe I'm all too familiar with and read for hours, he enjoys renting bikes and riding through the city on a sunny day. We are too much alike and that, above all, will eventually be the death of me.

"Why did he kiss you, Mommy?" Rosalie's sweet voice pulls me out of my head, and back to the reality of things. I have a daughter to be concerned with, why am I so worried about a guy that I'll never speak to again?

"We thought we liked each other, Rose. But.. we were wrong." I tell her, knowing that my simple explanation will be enough for her to understand.

"M'glad you don't like him.. He's just a big, big, big meanie."

I crack a small smile, only for her - only so she doesn't feel like I disagree with her. I nod a few times, sipping on the glass of water I poured for myself. He definitely is mean, that's something I figured out the hardest of ways.

Watching someone fill themselves with so much anger as they lay their eyes on the only thing you hold near and dear to your broken heart - it really makes you lose hope in all of humanity.


Notes

- I decided to post the first two chapters back to back so you could have a good idea of the story. this chapter is short, and I apologize for that, there just wasn't much i wanted to put into it. Chapter 3 will be up soon, hopefully after I get some good feedback and love on the content already uploaded ;) Let me know if you would like for me to continue!! xx

Comments

@LovelyLeelah
thank you, I'm very glad you're enjoying it!! xxoo

Hello my love. My name is Leelah and I'm new here.

So far, this is pretty good and I'm enjoying it. I also want to break Harry's d*ck off because he's being an ass

I'm looking forward to reading more and finding out more about Jenny and Rosalie

god im so addicted! i want them to be together but idk im torn!! keep up the great work

Bleh I'm torn between wanting them to be together and all cute and having Jenny not let Harry off that easily!
Can't wait for the next one!