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.


15. Pain

Zayn POV


Everything hurt. I was filled with so much pain, my mind was numb, all I was aware of was the stabbing feeling in my chest. She loved him. And not me. Not me, when I had been there for her through everything. I never thought the one person I fought to protect from heartbreak would be the one that ended up causing my own.


All I could see in my head was her face, her beautiful eyes, haunting me. Tormenting me, as she told me that it wasn't me she loved, it couldn't be me. I had to get out of here, away from Rose, away from Harry.


Harry. I felt myself fill with white hot rage at the thought of him. He couldn't just leave well enough alone, could he? And he knew. He knew I loved her, that's why he tried so hard, wasn't it? Because I could never have the girl, not even this once. And he never even cared about them. I thought in sorrow and bitterness about the pain he would cause Rose when he left her, threw her to the dogs after he had had his way with her. She didn't deserve that.


But then, my heart hardened. No, she didn't deserve that, but she chose him. She chose him when she could have had me. I warned her, I said what I had to say, gave her the option to walk away, and into my arms instead, but she denied it.


It was her problem now, I tried to tell myself, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling like I couldn't just abandon her like that. But I had to, didn't I? Me being in their way would only make matters worse between Rose and I.


I grabbed my jacket off of a hook, threw on a pair of shoes, and left the flat. I walked down the road, just wandering, not really sure where I wanted to end up. I finally stopped outside of a bar. I wasn't even legal, there was no way I could get a drink, but I went in anyway. I sat down on one of the bar stools and looked down at my clasped hands that were resting on the counter. Now what?


"What can I get you?" a voice asked, and I looked up at the bartender. She was petite, and blonde, with hazel eyes, and a rather large chest. She was young, maybe 19.


"Oh, um," I mumbled, looking down again.


"Wait, a minute," the girl gasped, her voice rising, "you're-"


My head snapped up, and I reached over to cover her mouth before she said my name. The last thing I needed was a bunch of fangirls while I was sitting here trying to drown in my own self pity.


"Yeah," I muttered, "but please, try not to make a big deal out of it." She nodded, her eyes shining. Then she looked at me, confused. "But, then, you're not old enough to drink...?"


"Well...yeah." I admitted.


"Don't worry about it," she winked, "it's on me."


I smiled gratefully and ordered myself a beer. The bartender smiled and leaned over, exposing a large amount of cleavage, that I quite honestly did not mind staring at.


"I'm Jade," she said sexily, fluttering her eyelashes at me. She obviously was making a move on me. Oh, screw it, I was going to hell anyway.


Rose POV


After I collected myself, I looked up and smiled at Niall gratefully.


"Thanks, Nialler," I said sadly. I looked at his tear stained t-shirt. "Sorry," I mumbled sheepishly.


He chuckled and shrugged it off, getting off of the bed. "C'mon," he said, reaching for my hand. "Let's go watch a movie."


I hesitated. "Is...Zayn out there?"


He gave me a small smile and shook his head. "He left." Noticing my concerned look, he added quickly, "He'll be back soon Rose, he just needs to clear his head."


I nodded, and took his hand. Niall was starting to feel like what Zayn used to be. A friend, a companion, someone to lean on, and I really needed that right now.


We walked into the living room and popped in a film. It was stupid, but it was funny, and Niall's laugh was contagious. We had fun just sitting there, laughing. No talking, no questions, just laughing. Suddenly we heard the front door open, and my head shot up. It was Zayn...and with him was a pretty blonde, giggling and drunk.


"Oh, hey guys," he slurred. He was definitely a little tipsy. "We're just gonna be...that way," he said, pointing in the vague direction of his room. Dragging the still giggling blonde with him, Zayn left the living room. I was frozen, and mortified. He replaced me that quickly? Niall looked at me sympathetically.


"Look Rose, I'm sure he's just not thinking straight-" he started.


"I'm fine," I said shortly, cutting him off. A thought flashed into my mind, and it made me sick to my stomach, but I couldn't erase it from my head. "I'm going to take a shower."


A confused look crossed over Niall's face, but then he shrugged. "Well, all right. I'm going back to my place, if you want to crash there when you're done...?"


I gave him a small smile. "Thanks Niall, but I'll probably just sleep in the living room tonight."


"Ok, Rose," he said, returning the smile and giving my shoulder a small squeeze. I turned and made my way to the bathroom, and moments later, the front door closed, signifying that he had left.


Harry POV


I awoke the next morning with a pounding headache. Great. Yawning, I made my way to the kitchen, where the rest of the boys were eating. Rose was no where to be found, still sleeping I supposed.


Zayn gave me the look of death as I walked in, and I looked away. I couldn't deal with this right now.


"So, where's that bird you were with last night?" Niall asked Zayn. My head shot up. He was with another girl? Already?


Zayn shrugged. "Gone, she snuck out this morning."


"Ouch," Louis said, to which Zayn responded with another shrug.


"Wait, so, where did Rose sleep if Zayn was in his room?" I asked, purposefully not directing the question at Zayn.


"She said she was going to crash in the living room," Niall said, "I offered for her to sleep at mine and Liam's but..."


I looked at him, confused. "The living room's empty, though."


Niall shrugged, and returned to his food. "Maybe she's in the bathroom, I dunno."


"I'll go check on her," I said, leaving the kitchen. Something wasn't right. I walked over to the bathroom door and knocked. "Rose? Are you okay?" There was no answer. I tried the door handle, but it was locked. "Rose," I called again, this time more urgently. Still no answer. I reached for the key on the top of the door frame and opened the door.


My stomach dropped to the floor, and I almost fainted right there. Rose was lying in the middle of the bathroom floor. There was blood everywhere, and she wan't moving.


"Help!" I screamed, "Someone call the police!" I heard the pounding of feet as the rest of the boys came to join me, Liam already with his cell phone in his hand. There was a chorus of gasps, groans, and "oh my gods". I was frozen, I couldn't make myself go near her. Everything was numb.


Suddenly Zayn pushed past me, and knelt next to her, cradling her head. "Don't do this to me again Rose," he pleaded, sobbing, "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" He bent his head forward onto her chest. "I'm so sorry. Stay with me Rose, please, please. Oh god, this is my fault, please Rose, stay with me." He collapsed into a fit of sobs, and still, I was frozen.



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