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.


14. Rosie Posie

Sleep must have caught up with me while I was spying last night, because it was the next morning.

"Rise and shine!" Boasted Liam as he pushed himself through the wooden door, being as loud as he could be. I yawned and sat up, still in sleep-mode.

"Come on, I'm allowing you to get up out of bed and you won't!" He exclaimed, attempting to pull the sheets off of me.

"Stop! I just woke up give me some time!" I mumbled.

"B-but...I made pancakes...in the shape of a heart..." Liam whined while making a pouty face. I couldn't help but chuckle, he's just so cute.

"Fine." I surrendered. Slowly, I pried myself out of the cotton sheets, and made my way towards the kitchen.

"Mornin' bedhead." Louis teased as he ruffled my hair. I could care less about how I looked, because I was focused on Harry. Why? He had a decently sized hickey on his neck.

"What's that?" I questioned, gesturing to Harry's rosy blob. He began to blush and looked away.

"Ahh, that my friend is a hickey! Harry, lad, what have you been up to?" Louis laughed and poked it several times before Harry smacked his hand away.

"None of your business. Now if you don't mind I need to go get ready." And with that, Harry was gone.

"So, how was your sleep Rosie Posie?" Niall asked, settling his arm around my sore shoulders.

"First of all, don't you ever call me that again. Second, not that well. I seem to have gotten a crick in my neck." It was like a light flicked on, because suddenly everyones eyes lit up.

"Do you need a massage, love?" Louis quickly asked. I flushed and looked at my wriggling toes.

"Uhm...sure? After I eat breakfast though." Louis smiled in satisfaction and nodded his head.


"Thanks for the food, Liam. It was delicious." I yelled to the kitchen while walking to my bedroom.

"Ready?" Asked a voice. Frightened, I jumped back. A loud laugh absorbed the room.

"It's just me, Louis. Didn't mean to scare ya, love. Are you ready for you massage I mean?" I let out a sigh of relief, and nodded. I lowered myself onto the large beanbag on the floor, and relaxed. Slowly, a pair of hands placed themselves on my shoulders and began rubbing.

"That feels...really good." I smiled to myself and closed my eyes. Gently, a thumb was rubbed in circles around the back of my neck.

"I know I am." Louis chuckled. "So I haven't been able to get to know you that well, and I really want to know more about you."

"Well, there's not much to know...but I love to write, sing, play guitar..." Louis gasped.

"You sing?" He questioned.

"Ya...I'm not very good but it makes me happy." Louis smiled to himself, and whispered in my ear: "I think I should tell you something important...since you're going to be living here now."

Nerves slid into my body, nestling in every crevice.

"And that is?"

"I'm part of a world-famous boyband...One Direction."

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