Holding On

Rose, the word ponders around my crammed mind and all it ever picks out is the color red. Red, the color of love, anger, blood. My name is inexplainable. My life, was inexplainable, until I met him.


9. Blonde Boy Wonder

"So, erm, how old are you?" Harry asked, breaking my daydream into microscopic bits.

"Oh, I'm 18. I go to college next year." I smiles at the thought. I'll finally be freed from that menacing place.

"Same. So how did you and Lou meet?" Harry questioned innocently.

"Long story, but I was going for a walk and yea..." I flushed and dashed my eyes around the awkward atmosphere, hopefully guiding me to some type of an object that can distract me.

"Oh, nice." Harry added. Suddenly, Niall walked into the room. I pivoted around to meet his stunning blue gaze.

"Mind if I get to know our new guest?" Niall questioned, smiling brightly at me.

Harry nodded and walked out of the room with a disappointed expression painted across his handsome complexion

"So, Rose ey?" I was so absorbed in trying to piece together why Harry looked like that, that I didn't notice Niall plopped next to me on the blue love seat.

"Yes." I smiled at Niall. The way his blonde hair fixed to the frame of his face was just so sexy.

Slowly, he scooted closer to me. I didn't move away.

"Rose... I think you're as beautiful as your name." Niall spat out, his cheeks immediately flushing with carnations.
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