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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4. Shock

  The next day I flipped on the TV, E! News was on. One Direction to be more specific.  They all seemed jumpy, Louis stood with puffy, red eyes, raw from..crying? He was sad. I guess his girlfriend broke up with his sorry bum. I smiled, knowing I might not need to get revenge now, although the part of me that still loved him felt a bit bad for being joyous over his evident sadness. Maybe she was us in the parking lot, him shirtless and tugging at my wrists before I drove of.It probably looked like I was headed to his  house.

  "Like I would go to his house!" I think, chuckling before I return my attention to the television.

   The interviewer went on, barely saying a word to Louis. Suddenly, she turned to him and questioned confused "Louis, why do you look so sad?"

  She furrowed her eyebrows her eyes as she waited. The boys seemed to panic, biting their lips and glancing at Louis; who seemed a bit relived.

  Louis seemed devastated as he started, "Uh....well.." He trailed off, handing running through his hair tensely. 

  Finally, after numerous failed attempts he explained his depressed state. "Well, Eleanor broke up with me..." 

  He paused and their was a collective gasp from the crowd.HE mumbled "I also saw my ex, Rose." 

  He let a few tears splatter down onto his navy blue shirt. The audience, of course, went wild. The boys just stared, clearly not knowing the last piece of information. I stared at their faces, so different, so similar, they were all devastatingly , inhumanly beautiful.

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