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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9. Swimming in Blackness

  A/N: This was hard to write... You will find out why soon enough..

We walked to where the boys were huddled on the standard, uncomfortable chairs they always had in hospitals. They all had matching bloodshot eyes and rosy red cheeks, which chewed on my last calm nerve.

  "Guys, w-what's going on?" I stuttered out, unsure about whether I really wanted to know or not.

  They all sat up, wiping at their tear-stained cheeks. Looking at each other nervously they sniffled and Liam stood, trotting towards me slowly. Once he's reached me his hand slides to where Harry's had laid only seconds ago, rubbing soothing circles into my back; hoping to calm me before breaking my heart further. The tension in the room was thick, a buzz shooting through my veins, like an electric charge. Fear set the hair on the back of my neck on edge, body quivering with prospects of what could be wrong. 

  "Well, Rosie, uh...." Liam started, rubbing the back of his neck.

  "Spit it out Liam James Payne!" I holler, to scared to care if I was yelling at Liam, innocent or not.

  "Niall was arrested for the attempted murder of Louis!" He sputtered out.

  I looked around, realizing that Niall was in fact not there. The world spun and my body swayed, in shock. As I fell I reached out to grab onto something so I wouldn't crash on to the floor, but my clammy hands couldn't find purchase on anything. The last thing I remember before the blackness overtook my body was Harry and Liam catching me while Zayn screamed for a nurse.

   I woke up to an incessant beeping, the constant noise drumming to the pace of my heart and echoing in my head. I had to blink away vision-blurring fog away, sending my mind back to work as well. I looked down at my legs, which were being covered by a heavy down blanket. My arms were barely recognizable, tubes and wires attached at multiple intervals.  I scanned the room for the three crying boys, spotting them outside my hospital room. They were talking to a stocky man, my doctor I presume. 

  "Liam, Harry, Zayn!" I croak out.

  They turned, seeing I was awake a relieved expression graced each of their faces. They rushed in quickly, ignoring the doctor they were just chatting with. 

  "Rose! Are you okay?" Harry asked panicked, his forest green eyes boring into my own.

  I stared at him blankly for a solid minute before reluctantly shaking my head. He ran up, arms flying about frantically, trying to find a way to help.

  "I am fine, I just don't believe that Niall did it." I started, calming his nerves a bit, although his face was still creased with worry. "I am also worried about Louis..." I stated truthfully. All of their faces softened.

  Harry stroked some hair out of face as he spoke. "Then let's go see him." He smiled sadly, gently, his kind eyes making what I had said easier.

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