Broken Pieces

Rose and Harry used to be inseparable. As Rose's older brother, he always looked out for her and they did everything together - not a secret kept from either of them. But when Harry became famous, he practically forgot about Rose. She didn't even receive a text or call from him on her birthday. What happens when the boys take a break from the tour and all stay in the ginormous house that Rose owns and used to share with Harry? What happened to Rose while Harry was gone? Will things go back to the way they were? Or are there too many broken pieces to put the puzzle back together?


14. Avoidance

Rose POV

I try to avoid Harry's questions by talking to Zayn instead. I offer him Aspirin and get up to go get it. When I come back I hear them talking about going to beat up Jason again. Zayn says that he really wants to punch and kick him and that if he can then he's in. I know this should be comforting to me - they're going to beat him up and make him leave me alone. But at the same time, I know that once Jason gets better again, he'll come after me and I won't come home at night. 

I give Zayn his pills wordlessly and then head out of the living room, making my way up to my room. I was pissed that they were going to do that. But once Harry made up his mind, there's no changing it. Plus, I need a stress reliever anyways. 

I walk into my room and look in the mirror. They know about the bruises. And they've seen them. So there's no point in trying to hide them anymore. I leave my sweatpants on, but take off my sweatshirt, feeling a tad overrated. I redo my hair into a new messy bun and a few pieces fall out that I push behind my ears. There's a knock on my door, even though its open. I look to see Zayn standing there, hands in his pockets. 

"He can't just walk away," Zayn reads my mind on why I'm upset right now. 

"Zayn, he's not GOING away," I tell him.

"He will once we've gotten through to him," He says, going to sit on my bed. I sigh, shaking my head. His eyes run over me, taking in each bruise on my arms, shoulders and what you can see of my back. He reaches his hand up and traces the patterns of the bruises absentmindedly. 

I wish I could talk to Zayn. I would talk to him about Harry, about Jason, about myself, my confidence, everything. It wouldn't even have to be Zayn. I just want someone to talk to. But I know it won't happen. I can't trust anyone. Not a single person. Not even Zayn, who has known me for all of a week and has me talking about Jason and Harry. Wait...what? Oh my god. Zayn has known me for a week and I've already talked to him about Jason and Harry - both of which I hadn't talked to anyone about ever. 

"It's not something that I'm comfortable talking about. But Jason will always find me. And things always get worse after something else happens. He'll stay away for a while if you do this. But if you do, he'll come from me. And when he does, you'll never see me again," I tell him. "Not that anyone will notice," I mumble under my breath.

"What?" He asks.

"Nothing," I lie. 

"Have you ever counted how many bruises you have?" He questions.

"Stop doing that!" I exclaim.

"Doing what?" He asks.

"You ask me things in ways that make me automatically respond honestly. That's going to make me slip up. So stop. Everyone else I can lie to or hesitate but you...ugh," I groan.

"I drive you crazy love?" He laughs.

"That's okay. I know how to drive you crazy," I say looking at him and purposely biting my lip. His gaze moves and he frowns. I stick my tongue out. "Just remember that you owe me," I smirk, trying to avoid the Jason topic again.

"How could I forget?" He asks as we both get up. 

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