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!


11. Visits and Fear

  The boys had waited right outside his room just in case, but they swore they had heard nothing. Liam and Harry went in to see Louis whilst Zayn went home so he could shower and change his two day old garb. I just plopped down on a chair and inserted some ear buds, playing the loudest song on my IPod. I scowled at the linoleum as it played, hoping to drown out my overbearing thoughts. No one stopped to talk to me and the boys never did come out, eventually I fell asleep in my chair.

  It was hours later when I woke with a start, sitting up. I wasn't in the chair, nor was I laying on the filthy floor of the dank hospital; I was laying on a king sized bed instead. I looked around confused, seeing it had to be a shared room. The closet full of bubble gum pink clothing and male outfits.

  "Finally! Zayn thought you would sleep for a year at least." A woman's voice trilled, a smile in the tone. Without even looking I knew who it was. Perrie.

  She waltzed over and hugged me, gripping me into a bear hug as I spoke. "Why am I here? Not that I mind, I love seeing you."

  She laughed, replying. "Get your lazy bum up, we have places to be and people to see. As for why you're here, well, the boys didn't want to go yet, but they guessed you would."

  I raised an eyebrow, suspicious but I got up and borrowed her clothes before hopping into her convertible. She jammed out to the radio as she drove, not really expecting me to. When she pulled up I took a sharp intake, although I should have presumed as much. We were visiting jail.

  He was handcuffed to a table in a private room so we could talk, orange jumpsuit making his nervous blue eyes even more prominent. The silence that engulfed us was worse than if he was screaming, because I didn't know his thoughts or feelings. I knew I should be afraid, but I couldn't feel the right kind of fear. Not with Niall, he was much to angelic, sweet, not a killer. No matter what the evidence said.

 Perrie got up as her phone went off with a call. "Be back in a jiff!" She exclaimed as she walked out, words almost cut off by the heavy steel door slamming shut behind her.

  I looked back at Niall, the silence wrapping around us again. I stared at his sullen figure, the dim lighting making his face even more chilling. After a while I could take it no longer, I exploded. "Niall, why the fuck would they think you did it?!" 

  He was momentarily shocked, never have heard me curse before. The weight of the world was on his shoulders as he answered. "I have no idea. I could never hurt him, he is my brother. I can't really hurt anyone... Especially not the boys, or you girls." He said, referring to Perrie and I. 

  We didn't get any time to discuss it further, because the door hit the wall with a loud bang. Perrie burst in, three guards in tow, her face a mask of horror and fear.

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