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Rose has been quiet all her life. She has a mysterious past that has something to do with everyone to hate her. But what happens when five new boys move into town and starts to take an interest in her?

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12. Better Than Words

I woke up the next morning and Niall was gone. I should've know not to trust him. Ugh, why am I doing this to myself??

I lugged myself out of bed, and went back to my room to pick out some clothes to wear that day. Let's see... I'll do the math. Heartbreaks+Weekend=Sweats, Tank Top, and Hoodie. Perfect.

I got changed, and made my way downstairs. I thought I was the first one up that was still here, since Niall was no where in sight. I was proven wrong when I heard the toilet flush and Sophia came out of the bathroom. Why do I have to be alone with her? Of all people??

"Morning," she yawned.

I waved in response. Apparently she isn't as mean in the mornings.

"Hey, can you pass the message on to Liam that I had a great time last night," she said, then she winked, "and to call me when he wakes up? Here's my number."

She dug a piece of paper out of her pocket, then kissed it, leaving a lipstick stain, before she handed it to me.

I nodded, and took the piece of paper as Sophia turned around and walked out the door.

I walked upstairs, knowing that if I didn't give this paper to Liam now I would probably tear it up because I was seething.

I knocked four times on his door, then let myself in. He looked like he had just woken up, and it was obvious that he wasn't wearing any clothes under the covers of his bed. God, Sophia is a slut. So is Eleanor.

Then again, I don't have the right to say that. It's still annoying though. Ugh, why did they have to come into my life??

"This is from Sophia, she left," I said simply, and handed him the stupid piece of paper before stomping out of the room.

He didn't go after me, he doesn't care enough. I should have known that we were just friends; nothing would ever happen between us.

But why should I care? I have Niall now. Or I'm pretty sure I have Niall. Whatever.

I flopped onto the couch, and clicked on the television.

For the next few hours, people milled about around me, and time seemed to go fast as the day went on. I was sucked into my favorite television show Doctor Who, so it didn't seem like very long before it was dark outside again.

Oddly Niall hadn't been around all day . It was like he just vanished early this morning. I worry about him sometimes, but I'm sure that he will be back tonight. It's not like I care, but he didn't even tell me where he was going.

I decided that I should go to bed before I started thinking about things too much, alone that is. I started walking upstairs, but stopped when I heard the front door open.

I peaked out from behind the wall to see Niall with his back turned to me as he closed the door. I walked over and stood behind him with my arms crossed.

He turned around, and flinched when he saw me.

"Where have you been all day?" I asked.

"Out," he said as he took off the guitar that had been strapped to his back.

"What do you mean 'out'? Have you been avoiding me or something?" I asked.

"I mean," he sighed," I mean that I've been out, and I'm not trying to avoid you."

"Then explain why you were gone so early in the morning without a trace, then came back so late at night," I challenged.

"I've just been... doing stuff... important stuff," Niall mumbled, looking at his feet.

"Fine, don't tell me. It's not like I care anyways; I knew that you weren't going to let this go anywhere," I said, turning around to walk back up the stairs.

"Rose, what are you talking about?! Of course I want this to go somewhere! I still do!" he practically yelled.

I would have said something, but instincts kicked in, and I kept walking.

He's just saying that so he doesn't hurt your feelings, because he's a nice guy. He doesn't really care about you. Who would like you? You're just an ugly piece of shit that was put on this planet for god knows why. It was probably a mistake. After all, you're the only reason your parents ever got married, and you're the reason that they hate each other now.

The voice in my head was back yet again. Just when I thought I had finally silenced her, she returned.

I couldn't take it. My knees grew shaky and I collapsed before I could reach my bedroom. Tears were pouring out of my eyes as I laid on the ground, wondering why I was even here.

Niall had been following me, and knelt next to me as I sobbed.

"Rose, what happened? Are you okay?" he questioned.

I shook my head, and he scooped me up into his arms, then carried me bridal style to my room before any of the other boys heard me.

I clung to Niall as he sat us down on the bed, and held me in his arms as I cried.

"It's okay, everything is going to be okay," he said, trying to comfort me.

Eventually, I ran out of tears and settled down. Even after I did this Niall kept hugging me, which felt nice.

"What's wrong?" he asked after a little while.

"Like you care," I said.

"But I do"

"That's the thing. You just feel bad for me and that's why you're doing all of this, because you pity me"

"It's impossible for someone to pity date someone as beautiful as you," Niall said, pulling away and looking into my eyes.

"That's not what she said"

"What who said?"

"The voice in my head. She only talks when I do something wrong though, like eating and feeling loved"

"Eating and feeling loved aren't wrong, it's normal. Didn't the doctor say you needed to see a therapist? Because that might be just what you need"

"I don't need a therapist and the doctor said that I should get anti-depression pills, which I don't need either, I can handle this myself"

"No you can't, and you can't say I'm wrong because you already proved me right when you tried to commit suicide"

"I won't do it again..." I whispered, my instincts taking over once again. Agree with everything and shut up, that's what they say.

"I can tell you don't want to talk about this right now, and we don't have to, but we will later, okay?" Niall asked, leaning a little closer.

I nodded, and got a little closer to him. This isn't instinct. I want this. I want Niall. I'm not really sure how much, and it's not like I haven't done it before. That's what got me into this mess, but I don't want to think about that right now, I want to think about Niall.

He was the one who closed the distance between us, and we started kissing passionately. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck. He wrapped his hands around my waist, and pulled me closer. His hand trailed up my leg to the hem of my shirt, and he slowly started lifting it up. And I let him.

The way he makes me feel... it's... better than words.

Author's Note:

OoOoOoHh things are getting sexual! Yes, that is a song title from the new album. Yes, I changed it from therapy to depression pills. I didn't really want to get into that. I also updated the chapters because I basically had writer's block and that helps me get out of it. But what did Rose mean by 'doing it before' exactly???? Oh you're going to hate me and love me at the same time for this! Don't forget to like, comment, and favourite!! Have fun lovelies!

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