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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22. Two Night Stand

  Napping all day helped very much. I am no longer a stumbling buffoon that feels ready to puke for nine years, but now I just feel hungry and confused. All of last night was either a literal blur or a black void i can't put my finger on. 

  I grab my phone and look at it, only one missed text from Harry, saying: "Call me when u rn't drunk, FlowerPetal!!!!!!!!!!" 

   I smile at his goofy text and text him back, saying I didn't feel like calling now but later on I would. Ten minutes later and no reply, but I don't mind, because there is a loud knock on my door. Rushing over I open in hastily, surprised to see Zayn, especially since I am still ignoring him.

  "Uh....Hi?" I ask, confused as to why he is here and why he looks so flushed with joy.

  Laughter roars from his throat and he smirks at me, "Hiya, Rosie. You told me to head on over right about now, so here I am!" He exclaims like I am supposed to know what the hell he is talking about.

  I don't answer, because I don't know how to, and because he cuts me off, "You were too drunk to remember, right?" He questions with a long sigh as he tromps in. 

  "Rose, last night around midnight you knocked on my door and stumbled in. Perrie wasn't home and in your drunk stupor you and I got it on!" He says it with such vigor that I am amazed his cheeks didn't burn red and his eyes didn't glare up like a candle.

  I go to respond, all though I have got no idea how to, only to be cut off by my phone screeching out the lyrics to Forever and Always by Parachute. I grab my phone and answer Louis' call.

  "Rosie, I realize that now you probably have realized what went on around three A.M. last night, due to the fact that you aren't even here anymore. Anyway, I love you and I am very glad that you decided to spend the night. Especially, because of what we did. I mean, god babe, you were verrrry good." He laughs. "Call me later!" He demands and laughs jokingly before hanging up.

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