*Week Seven--Day Before Live Show*
I'm walking through the studio halls. Noting to do for once. When I see Harry. I almost call out to him, but I see he's following someone. A girl. Caroline Flack, a judge, and 32 years old. What the heck!? They then go into her dressing room.
Ticked, I walk to the door. Knock, hard, a few times. The door opens a few inches, and Harry sticks his head out. "Rosie," he steps out and closes the door behind him.
"What the heck?"
"We were just talking."
"Really? In her dressing room. Seriously? Why should I believe you? Because we're dating? No. Were you ever going to tell me of your 'meeting' with Ms. Flack? At least text me. You've been really distant lately, too."
"Babe. I'm sorry. I'll-"
"Stop. Go hang with her. But we're taking a break." I turn and start walking away. Tears forming in my eyes. Did I over react? I told him I loved him. He told it to me. Were they all lies? No, mine was real.
Head down, tears flowing, I turn a corner. And run into someone. I don't fall; just stagger back a few inches. "Sorry," I sniffle.
"It's okay," says and Irish voice.
I look up. It's Niall. "Hi," I say.
"Rosie, are you okay?"
"No. I just saw Harry with Caroline Flack."
"Yeah. Can we go some placewhere I can sit down?"
"Sure," he grabs my hand and we walk. Walk to One Direction's dressing room. I lie down on the couch.
"Do you have an aspirin?"
After a few minutes, he finds an aspirin, and I take it. "Thanks."
"No problem. Do you want me to go?"
"Yes please. I have a massive headache."
"Okay," he walks over to me. "See you later," then, quickly and lightly, he kisses me. Yes, on the mouth. It tingles, but no butterflies or fireworks. Niall then quickly leaves the room. Closing the door quietly.
I close my eyes and sigh. Just wanting to get away from all of this.