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?


9. The week

Rose POV

"Boo!" They all scream, tackling me to the ground.

"What the fuck?" I yell kicking and punching them until they get off of me. "That fucking hurt!" I yell.

"Jeeze sorry," Niall apologizes, rubbing his chest where I kicked him. I rush over to the couch and pull a blanket over me. 

"What the hell is your problem?" Harry snaps.

"You are! Get the hell out of my house," I growl. 

"Woah. Time out. Everyone calm down," Liam says. Niall and Louis form a wall between Harry and I as they usher him out of the room. 

Zayn comes and sits next to me. "Are you okay?" He asks gently.

"Like you care," I snub him.

"Where did you get hurt? Let me see," He says, grabbing my arm.

"No, it's fine," I yank my arm away. 

"Are you?" He questions. I sigh, tears threatening to escape my eyes. He wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me against him.

"No I can't. He doesn't like it," I whisper, pulling away.

"Rose," He says softly.

"I'm fine Zayn. Let's just watch the bloody film," I snap, building my defenses back up. 

He sighs and drops his arm, but doesn't get up. Liam comes in and Zayn nods, so Harry and the rest of the boys come back in as well, all of us settling into watch Toy Story 2. 

* Next Friday *

To say that things were tense with Harry would be an understatement. I could tell that he was trying to get back into my life again, but it was just a show and I wasn't even sure that he cared. An dhe refused to admit that he forgot about me for two years. 

Each day of the week, Jay picked me up, we went to his house, and I came back with more bruises. Also, each night I went to bed with red scabs covering my wrists with bracelets covering them along with the sleeves of my shirt covering it. 

Today though, we all sit around the living room, bored out of our minds. Jason left on a trip last night and he won't be back until next Wednesday. "Let's go swimming!" Harry yells suddenly.

"Where is there a pool?" Louis asks.

"We have one in the back of the house - indoor and heated," Harry tells them.

"SWIMMING!" They scream.

They all jump up and ran out of the room as I pulled out my mobile. After a minute they all race back in and stare at me, dumbfounded. "Come swimming," They say simaltaneously.

"No thanks," I reply.

"Okay fine. You don't have to go swimming. But at least come hang out with us at the your bathing suit," Niall says.

"No," I insist. 

"PLEASEE!!!" They beg.

"Fine. But I'm not going swimming. And if I do this then you guys have to leave me alone for a full day. All of you," I say. They nod. I sigh before heading upstairs. 

I change into my bathing suit and then get to work covering my entire body with foundation so that no bruises show. I grab a blanket to lay on and head downstairs to the pool where the guys are all playing in the water. Liam and Louis are diving in the deep end while Zayn, Harry, and Niall are in the shallow side. 

----------------------------------------------------------Author's Note---------------------------------------------------------

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