HURT

My name is Roseanne Martinez,but most people refer to me as Rose or Rosie. I was in love. Actually I still am. He never loved me back though. He was just another popstar,that likes to crush hearts. I should have seen through his perfect reputation. No one ever threw him hate. Even if he broke their hearts,they just pretended it was their fault. I don’t think I can do that. No,I won’t, I cannot! I will make a mess of his facade,I will make a mockery of him! He will not win this game. He picked the wrong player to knock down,now he WILL pay the price. I just wonder how long he will try to stay on top. I will be on top in the end. Or will I? Read on and find out!
A/N: This is sucky,sorry. I personally think the story is actually better. Please read it,it would mean a lot to me!

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16. Close Calls and Secrets

  It had been about two days since Louis had told me everything. By this point I had processed it all and decided to go see him. The boys were at the studio all day, so I was safe; they would not know I went to see Louis alone.

  When I arrived I stood outside his room, debating with myself on whether or not to actually walk in. I sighed and shuffled in, Louis, was of course, awake and sitting up in bed. 

  "Hey!!!" He smiled and opened his arms for a hug, which I promptly ignored, just sitting on the end of his bed.

  "Hi.. I have thought it over..." I started hesitantly.

  "Annd?" He urged.

  "And... It is true." I answered, holding back a sigh.

  He bounced in his seat, grinning. "I knew it!!!!! Does that mean you will consider my offer?"

  I let out my sigh before mumbling. "I have no choice, I am in far too deep."

  He grins and brings his face closer to mine and I close my eyes, leaning closer to his, our lips almost touching. Just as the distance disappeared and his velvety soft lips touched my slightly chapped ones the door flung open, revealing a shocked Zayn.

  We jolted apart, Louis' arms automatically gripping me so I did not fly off the bed. I shoved them off as quick as possible, my hair falling in my face and acting as a curtain so Zayn could not see the blush rushing up to my cheeks.

  "Rosie, can I talk to you in the hall?" Zayn asked, jaw clenched in what I would guess was anger, even though I have no idea why he would be mad. Although I could probably come up with a few theories.  

  I followed him out and into the long corridor. It stayed quiet and I kept my face down, waiting for his lecture to begin. It didn't, so I forced myself to look up. Zayn just looked more frustrated than angry now.

  "Zayn..." I start tentatively.

  "Why?! Why Rosie?! You swore you hated him! Why turn that statement around and completely change your mind?! Why Rosie!?" His voice shakes a bit at first, but it steadies and goes softer at the end.

  I looked him directly in his doe-like eyes as I spoke. "You know I never stopped loving him. I just...I couldn't stop myself. Especially after he told me why..." I sigh and shake my head as I finish. 

  Before I can stop him his lips are burning against mine, his arms pinning me to the pale white wall behind me. When he pulls away we are both panting, but he is smirking proudly. 

  "Why are you smirking Malik and why the hell did you kiss me?!" I ask as I catch my breath.

  He grins, a twinkle of mischief in his dark eyes. "You kissed back." He stated devilishly. 

  I swallowed hard and shake my head. "Did not! I-It was instinct."I whisper, trying to play it off, but clearly he was not buying it.

  "Roseanne, I desired to tell that I am in love with you..." He said in a firm. truthful voice. 

  My eyes widen at his words. "What?!!?!"

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