Three's a Crowd

Rose and Zayn have been best friends since before they can remember. When Zayn's life is completely turned upside down and he becomes 1/5 of the world's biggest boyband, he and Rose reconnect. Upon reuniting with Zayn, Rose meets the rest of the band, and nothing could prepare her for what was to come.

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18. James

Rose POV

 

I couldn't stand being in here, but I wasn't given much of a choice. The boys alternated taking turns seeing me, but the two that never left were Harry and Zayn. I was too exhausted to fight Zayn, too exhausted to even hate him. Now I was just...sad. Sad because he caused me so much pain, after all of the years he spent protecting me from it.

 

They had been there a couple of hours, give or take, I couldn't really tell, because I had been slipping in and out of consciousness. Zayn scooted closer to me, and cleared his throat. I looked away.

 

"Rose," he said softly, I didn't acknowledge him, "I'm so sorry. God, I'm so sorry. I was drunk, and stupid, and I would never want to hurt you the way I have. I love you so much Rose," I winced when he said that, "and I know you have every right not to, but I all I want in the world right now is for you to forgive me. Please Rose."

 

I turned my head towards him, and looked into his dark eyes. He looked so sad, so wounded, so guilty. As much as I wanted to hate him, I couldn't. I needed him in my life.

 

I reached up to stroke the side of his face. "Of course I forgive you, Zayn. I love you too."

 

He gave me a small, pained smile, because he knew that the levels of our love varied.

 

"Rose," he said again, "I want to ask you something, but you don't have to answer if you don't want to." I looked at him curiously.

 

"Yes?" I asked.

 

"What happened with James?"

 

My breath caught in my throat, and I looked down at my chest, tears threatening to spill.

 

"I'm sorry," he said, "forget I asked."

 

"No, no," I said softly, "I want to tell you. Maybe it'll be easier to handle if it's out there."

 

"Are you sure babe?" Harry said, and I looked at him. I could tell he was concerned, and I gave him a small smile. "Yeah. I'm sure."

 

Rose POV (6 months earlier)

 

We pulled up in front of Rebecca's house, and I was so excited. There were so many people here, it looked so fun! James got out of the car and went to open my door. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me out. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and we went up to the front door.

 

The first thing that we saw that it was slightly ajar. And then, we heard the noise. It was so loud. Music was blasting through a stereo in the corner, and people were screaming, laughing, playing soccer, breaking things, and more. It looked like teenage paradise. Suddenly, a song that I loved came on.

 

"Come on!" I laughed, pulling James hands, and he smiled as we danced together, acting silly and having a good time. Then I saw Rebecca. She camed stumbling towards us, her mascara smeared and her skirt was bunched up to practically her waist.

 

"I can't believe you guys are here! Isn't it amaziiinngggg?" She was definitely smashed. James frowned at her.

 

"Were you drinking, Rebecca?" he asked, concerned.

 

"Well, duhh," she said, rolling her eyes and putting her arm around him lazily. "It's a party!" She giggled wildly, and James shook his head.

 

"I think you should sit down or something," he said, and he lead her over to a couch. She collapsed into a giggling, drunk mess, and we left her there.

 

"Rose," said James, turning to me, "I don't know if we should be here. We're not even legal, this could be dangerous."

 

"I'm not going to drink, James," I pouted, "C'monnnn, I'm having fun!"

 

He frowned. "I want to leave Rose. If you want to come, you can, but I'm not staying here, it's a disaster waiting to happen."

 

I frowned back at him. "It's my first real party, can't I enjoy this?"

 

"I'm sorry Rose," he said, and he walked away from me, out of the front door. I shrugged. His loss. I wasn't mad at him, I knew where he was coming from, and I could just ask someone for a ride home, it really wasn't that big of a deal.

 

I had a great time that night. I danced with my friends, and watched a few rounds of beer pong, laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole thing.

 

About two hours after James left, my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, it was James' house phone. Weird, he usually used his cell, I guess it died.

 

"Miss me already?" I laughed, walking outside so I could hear him better.

 

"Rose?" said a voice.

 

"Oh, hi, sorry, I thought it was James," I apologized, it was his mother. "What's up? Is everything ok?"

 

"Rose," she said again, and her voice broke.

 

"What's wrong?" I asked, an edge of panic to my voice now.

 

"Oh, honey," she cried, and I heard some shuffling on the other line.

 

"Rose?" said another voice, it was James' father.

 

"Can someone tell me what's going on?" I asked, my voice rising.

 

"Rose, sweetie. James...James was in an...an accident. Drunk driver. They don't...they don't think..." here he broke off, and I heard soft sobbing.

 

My heart stopped, and the phone dropped out of my hand, cracking on the pavement of Rebecca's driveway. An accident? Like a car accident? And they don't think...Oh my god. A soft scream erupted from my mouth, and I ran back to the house.

 

"Marcy!" I sobbed, going up to one of my sober friends, "I need, I need you drive me to the hospital! James, James he-" my voice broke and I pulled her hands, begging her.

 

"Of course!" Marcy said, her eyes wide. We ran out to her car, my vision blurred by my tears. Marcy sped to the hospital, trying to calm me down. I ran into the hospital waiting room, and I didn't see any of James' family. I hurried to the front desk, crying so hard I could barely speak.

 

"W-where's James Michaelson's room?" The woman scanned her computer and looked up at me with concern.

 

"Oh, sweetie-" she said softly.

 

"Which room?!" I screeched, full out sobbing by now.

 

"147," she said softly, and I ran off. I burst through the door and stopped short. Mr. and Mrs. Michaelson were already there, and on the bed was James. Unmoving. Eyes closed. Covered in blood. Mrs. Michaelson's head was on his chest, and she was sobbing, holding one of his hands. Mr. Michaelson looked at me, his eyes were bloodshot and he was pale.

 

"Rose," he whispered. I walked over to James, and stroked on his face.

 

"Is he...ok?" I asked. Mr. Michaelson looked at me, sadly.

 

"Rose he's...he's gone."

 

I looked at him, not comprehending what he was saying. "N-no he's not," I said, my voice breaking, "he's just sleeping! He-he's just sleeping! James!" I screamed, grabbing his shoulders. "Wake up! You have to wake up! Wake up James!" Tears streamed down my face as I shook his empty corpse. Mrs. Michaelson sobbed harder, and I felt several hands grab me from behind, pulling me away from James.

 

"No!" I screamed, "James! James! No!" The hands pulled me into the hallway, and they ending up belonging to a bunch of doctors trying to calm me down. I sobbed, leaning up against the wall and slumping onto the floor. They were saying things to me, but I couldn't understand. I pulled my knees up to my chest and sat in the hall for hours, unmoving, not willing to live.

 

I finally left, and when I did, I stayed holed up in my room for weeks. Aunt Kate knocked knocked on my door a few times, but those were the only attempts she made. I missed his funeral, unable to pull myself together enough to even think about him. I had lost one of the two people who cared about me, and the other one was Zayn, and he wasn't there.

 

I couldn't talk about James. I put every trace of him in boxes and put them in the back of my closet. I couldn't deal with it. I would never see him again, why be reminded of it?

 

Zayn POV

 

When Rose finished her story, silent tears were still streaming down her face, and I felt that my cheeks were wet too. James was...dead? And nobody told me? He was one of my good friends when we were back home. How could nobody have told me?

 

"You could have told me, Rose," I whispered, putting my hands over my face. I couldn't deal with this.

 

"I know," she said softly, "I just...couldn't."

 

I looked up at her, and saw my pain reflected in her eyes. Looking sideways at Harry quickly, and then back to me, Rose grabbed my hand and squeezed it, and fell asleep still holding it.

 

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