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?

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1. Harry

Rose POV

I hear something come from the front door. I look towards it and watch as the lock clicks and my heart speeds up to a million times a minute - and not in a good way. The door opens and I prepare myself to scream, ready to see HIM only to see my famous brother Harry Styles, standing in the doorway. 

"Rose!" He exclaims.

"Hello Harry," I reply, relief yet anger flowing through me. Harry and I used to be super close before everyone knew who he was. But then, as soon as Harry became Styles he became 'the guy from One Direction' and I lost my brother. 

I haven't heard from him in practically two years.

"Well someone isn't very enthusiastic," He pouts. I turn and walk back to the kitchen. I pour myself a cup of tea that I had put on a few minutes earlier. 

"What are you doing here Harry?" I sigh as I move to face him. He sits on a stool and studies me. I'm wearing a black tank top, grey jumper, and dark grey sweat pants. I'm not wearing any makeup and that is exactly why I am wearing sweats. 

"What a big brother can't go to his little sister?" He asks playfully.

"You are like a year older than me. Big deal," I blow him off. 

"Ouch - someone's in a sour mood. The lads and I are on break and I told them that we'd stay here since no one knows about this place," He says. Because no one knows about me. I add to his sentence. 

"You can't just invite them to MY flat Harry," I tell him.

"It's not just your flat Rose. We share it remember?" He asks.

"You left and never came back. REMEMBER?" I exclaim. He looks taken aback by my comment. 

"Rose you have to understand..." He begins.

"There's nothing to understand Harry. Get out." I respond simply.

"I already talked to mum. She said we can stay here," He pulls out the mum card. 

"Fuck you," I mutter, heading up to my room. There's a knock on the door and I'm the closest one to it, so I stop my route and make my way to the entrance. 

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