Want You Back

Rosalie has made some mistakes with Harry. Harry has also made some mistakes. Old friends, problems and worries. Who wants who back?


1. Harry...


That little ugly bitch came out of Harry's house while she stroke her blonde extensions. I didn't recognize her at first, but as she walked by my car I saw her. Joanne? Harry broke up with me... And now he was with HER?! That stupid girl screwed my life when we were younger, and now she has screwed my relationship with Hazz- I mean Harry. I would not let her get away with it. Harry was mine, he would see he should've never left me for her and would rush back to me.

The only thing I couldn't get was why he did it. What I did wasn't cheating at all... I told him i needed some time to think about us, so I went to Zayn's party, and I ended up making out with him... That little part wasn't my fault, I was a bit drunk so I wasn't thinking of what effect it would have on Harry. And after all, I love him. I really do, and he did love me back until last week. I was about to tell him we should get back together, but he started dating this hoe.

'Shit, I think she recognised me!' I ducked down and waited until she was gone. Then I got out of my car and walked to Harry's house, knocked on the door and waited. And waited. "Harry!"- I cried.- "I know you're home, come on." Harry opened the door and glanced at me. "What do you want?"- he asked with his deep, beautiful voice. Gosh shut up, Rosalie! "I'm sorry, okay? We weren't still on when 'that' happened, Harry."

He was about to close the door, but I stepped in to stop him. He acted as he didn't mind, he just turned around and started going upstairs. "Harry!" I yelled, he just kept on walking, so I followed him.
When he stopped and turned around at his bedroom door I took a deep breath and looked at him straight in the eyes. "Why was she here?" I asked. He looked up to the ceiling and sighed. "Why do you even care?-" I opened my mouth to answer but he kept on talking "- We are not an item or anything."- he looked down- "Maybe, not even friends...". Fuck. What did he just say? That we are not even friends... I felt the tears coming, but I swallowed and acted strong. "Harry, what are you saying? I love y-" I tried to say. "Stop lying! You don't love me, Ro! And if you think so, you have no idea of what love is!" He cried at me. He never did that, not even in our biggest arguments.


He opened his bedroom door, got in and locked up. I suddenly burst into tears, then I sat down against the wall and decided I'd wait for him. That wasn't him, that just wasn't my Hazza. The sweet, funny and comprehensive guy that I loved. And it was all my fault.

I just sat there, sobbing, for hours. Harry had this girl, and I knew he didn't really love her, but at least he had somebody. And I felt lonely. This was so surreal, I never felt this way for any guy before. If they broke up with me, I would find someone else in less than two days. But Harry was special, what we had was special. That was true love, and I knew he felt it too.


Suddenly it didn't hurt anymore. I still had a chance to get him back, it would work out. I'd made a foolproof plan in my mind, and he'd come back to me, no matter what.

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