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.


18. Sparks Flying

"Rose, you cut yourself?!" Screamed Louis. I cowered into Sam's chest, scared of his tone.

"Why?! Are you stupid? First you run away, now you cut yourself. The fuck are we going to do with you!" He shouted at me, Sam holding me close.

"Can you not see?! You're scaring her Louis!" It was true. I had strong feelings for Louis, but now I'm just hurt. When he gets angry like this, it reminds me of my father. How after every whimper he would smack me across the face.

"Rose! Get over here now!" He startled me. I walked into the kitchen, afraid of what my father was going to do this time.

"Clean this shit up." I nodded and knelt down to cleanup the broken beer bottle.

"FASTER you little shit! Are you stupid?" I whined at apologized.

"I'm sorry daddy!" My little hands were cut with glass, and I winced in pain. My father pulled me up by my pig tails, and looked at me in the eye.

"Oh fucking suck it up you little bitch." Suddenly, and punched me in the stomach. I screamed and fell to my knees, clenching my stomach in pain. He picked his foot up off the floor, and kicked my back, shoving me to the down to greet it.

That was when I was 9.

"I-I'm scaring her?" Louis' eyes widened and he moved away from me.

"I'm sorry dad! I didn't mean to!" I yelled, Louis looking at me with horror in his eyes.

"Rose...I..." He stood there speechless. Sam still comforting me.

"Louis. Just go." Sam demanded. I heard shuffling, and then a car door slam.


She called me her dad. I didn't mean to scare her. I just don't know what to do. I can't stand seeing the woman I love self harming. I had so many feelings for Rose, but Sam was right. I was just being mean. She must think I'm a jerk now.

I slowly walked to the water with my head hung low.

"Mate, what's wrong?" Zayn asked, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"She...called me her dad." I confessed, my words filled with remorse.

"Just give her time mate. I'm sure Sam is taking care of her. I feel bad. Do you think we're the reason she cut herself?" The questioned pained me. What if I was the reason? I have to apologize to her. I have to.


Sam drove Rose home, while we stayed at the beach. She eventually came back and everyone was having a great time, but I couldn't stop thinking about Rose. Was that why her bedroom door was locked? Oh my god...This is all my fault. I could have stopped her.

"Did you all have fun?" Paul asked. Everyone nodded, even me. I lied though. The truth is I just wanted to go home and comfort Rose, and tell her everything was going to be okay.


We got back home, and I ran to Rose's room. When I walked in, she was sound asleep on her bed. She looked so peaceful and happy. Just then, Niall walked in.

"What are you doing in here, mate?" Niall asked.

"I wanted to make sure Rose was okay." I looked back at her, and brushed the hair out of her eyes.

"Oh you mean after you screamed at her? Twice?" Niall snapped back at me. He was obviously jealous.

"Oh please Niall don't start okay?" I sassed him back.


I was woken up by yelling, but I kept my eyes closed.

"You don't even understand her like I do." Shouted a thick Irish accent. Niall.

"Oh and you do? You've only known her for like 3 days!" Shouted another man. It sounded like Louis.

"So? I've known her long enough to know that you're making her feel like shit!" Niall replied.

"Oh really? Because wasn't I the one that got her out of that hell-hole of a house, away from her abusive father, and got him sent to jail!" Now I knew for sure it was Louis. Niall began talking but I stretched and opened my eyes.

"Oh...uhm hi." I whispered, avoiding eye contact with them both.

"NIALL! I need your help!" Liam called. Niall shot Louis a look and stormed out of the room.

"Hi Rose." Louis waved to me, and looked down. "I wanted to apologize. Today...has just been crazy. You make me...crazy...but not in a bad way." He chuckled.

"I don't know...just knowing that you wanted to run away from us, made me feel angry and horrible. I was being a complete douche. I'm really sorry." Louis said looking up into my eyes. You could see the guilt he had built up inside.

"I understand...I'm sorry about the cuts...I just felt...unwanted. That I kept ruining everything." I cringed my toes and used all I could to hold back the Niagara Falls from building up inside of me.

Louis walked over to my side, and climbed in the bed with me. I don't know why, but I felt the need to bury my face into his chest. So I did.

"You aren't unwanted. Everyone loves you. You mean something to everyone, including me." Louis comforted me. I looked up into his gorgeous sea-blue eyes, our faces inches apart. I didn't move away.

"I want you to know just how much you mean to me." Louis whispered, closing his eyes and closing the gap between us.

Our lips moved together, and believe it or not, I could feel them. The sparks flying.

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