Inconvenient Trips

When Rose tags along on a family trip to London at thirteen, a lot goes wrong.. The next five years of her life are consisted of misery and trouble, until she decides to make a choice and leaves to the place she believes she belongs most. London.


2. Getting To Know Him

Chapter 2: Getting To Know Him


Rose's POV

"So anyway, what's your name, love?" The boy, or man, asked curiously, looking over at me again.

"Rosalie, but you can call me Rose if you'd like." I replied, shrugging as I took out my earbuds, figuring he would continue talking to me throughout the entire flight. 

"Pretty name." He commented in a friendly way, smiling, and I blushed a bit, surprised.

"Oh, thank you.." I said, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, something that rarely happened. "And what's your name?" I ask.

The stranger seemed to hesitate, unsure, before he uneasily choked out a name. "Henry." He said, clearing his throat slightly. Huh, he doesn't seem like a Henry at all.

"Oh, well it's nice to meet you, Henry." I said, smiling a real smile at him.

"It's lovely to meet you too, Rose." Henry said, his grin returning. "So what's bringing you to England?" He asked. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just curious." He chuckled.

"Oh, no, it's fine." I nod. "My dad is going to London to work, and the rest of us decided to just tag along." I said, my words lacking enthusiasm.

"Not excited?" Henry asked, raising an eyebrow at me, a playful smile on his lips.

"I am." I say, laughing half-heartedly. "It's amazing and all, but I'm pretty sure my parents are going to ruin it." I say, frowning.

"How so?" He asked, a worried tone appearing in his voice, and it actually sounded genuine. Well, that's different.

"My parents argue a lot, and it's way worse than you think." I say, my frown deepening. 

"Well, Rose, I'm headed to London as well. And I have a feeling that we're going to be close friends," Henry replied. "So why don't you just tell me all about it? Let it out. I'm here to listen." He said, giving me a reassuring smile.

I was surprised yet again, not used to someone actually wanting to listen to my problems for a change. It was always the other way around. "I-I don't know.." I said unsurely. "I don't want to be a burden or anything." 

"Shh." Henry cut me off, waving his hand away. "You're not going to be a burden, just talk to me. I want to help and I want to listen." He said.

I want to listen.

Those are the words I've been wanting to hear pretty much my entire life, and it comes from a random stranger that I happened to meet on a plane. Hearing those words also nearly sent me into a breakdown but I tried as hard as I could to blink them back.

"T-thank you." I said, my throat closing up and I managed to give him a watery smile. "You're a really nice person."

"It's not a problem, love." Henry replied, flashing me back a comforting smile.

"Alright." I said, taking a deep breath. "I'm not sure where to start." I laugh, keeping my voice low. "I guess I'll start with the fact that my parents have been arguing since I was three years old." I paused, thinking. "I've seen it all. My dads thrown things around the house, broken a door and dented a trash can. He verbally abuses my mother and he's verbally abused me." I admitted quietly, for some reason feeling like I could trust this boy.

"He's always threatened for a divorce but it never happens. Every single day, there's a new argument. My dad insults my mother, and I've learned not to step in the way. I have before, and let's just say it's never turned out well in the end." I said softly, my eyes watering, and I snapped my head over towards him after I felt him gently take my hand, in a friendly manner.

"It seems like I get everything I want but I don't. I don't want all of these pointless things. This phone, these trips, all of this. I just want someone to care about me." I said, now crying silently. "I feel like everything is all my fault."

"I have anxiety. Really bad anxiety. To the point I have panic attacks and I feel like I'm going to die." I continued, hesitating every time.

"On to a subject that's not as bad." I say, laughing a bit, unhumorously.

"This might sound ridiculous to you but it's how I feel and if you're going to make a joke about it then screw off." I paused, completely serious. "Ever heard of the band One Direction?" I ask, a grin almost immediately making it's way onto my face. I'd probably be judged because of this. And just like that, the small bit of happiness I had was gone.

For some reason, Henry looked taken aback, but he nodded. "Yeah, I've heard of them." He said. "What about them?"

"They're the only reason I'm still here." I choked out. "As stupid and as ridiculous as it may sound to you and probably to everyone, it's true. The fact that they all have stayed strong while getting hate from people all around the world made me want to try it too. And I love their personalities. In my eyes, they're the perfect kind of people." I said.

"The perfect kind of people." I repeated. "I wish I could meet one of them, or all of them, really, just so I could thank them. I wouldn't ask for a picture, not an autograph, not anything. I'd just simply say thank you." I say, now frowning. "But that's impossible."

"It's very possible, actually." Henry pointed out, but I just shook my head.

"No it isn't. With my luck? Ha." I said, shaking my head. "I mean, it's February. I'm only staying in London for a week. Yes, they happen to be there, and they kick off the tour on the 23rd in the O2, but that's the day I'm leaving." I say, sighing. "It's like there's always a way I can meet them but there's always a way to make it not happen. My mum has always talked about getting me tickets but I know her. She talks about it, but never does it. It's only serious if my dad talks about it." I shrug.

"Oh, I see." Henry said, nodding. "Well I'm terribly sorry, Rose." He said, pulling me into a hug. "Such a young girl like you shouldn't have to go through these problems. But please stay strong, for me, at least." He begged, shocking me.

"You actually care?" I asked in disbelief, looking up at him.
"Of course I care. And I'm sure there are thousands of other people out there who care too, because they're not heartless." Henry murmured to me softly, comforting me.

I actually believed him.

"Thank you. You have no idea what you just stopped me from doing after I got off this plane." I said shakily, crying quietly as he held me. I'd know him for not thirty minutes, and he's managed to make his way into my heart.


Oh my god. So I can't use wifi and decided to busy myself by writing! I'm addicted to candy crush. Ahh.
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