Rose has finally gotten over her ex-boyfriend, Harry Styles. She has been able to put the past behind her and move on. She now has a successful job, amazing friends, and a caring boyfriend. Her life seemed to perfect.

But her perfect life would soon be interrupted. After Harry returns home during a break, he and Rose run into each other. Will Rose push Harry away or will his mistakes be forgotten?


1. Prologue

*3 years ago*


"Harry, I can't believe you. I went through all of this trouble trying to put together the perfect dinner. It took so long to convince my parents to have dinner with us. I cooked and cleaned for hours and this is what you do? You show up here, drunk out of your mind and start a huge commotion with my parents."   Harry wouldn't look me in the eye. He stared down at the ground, not even daring to look up. 


 "Do you have anything you want to say? No, never mind. Just get out. We're done." Harry looked up at me with wide eyes. "No. Please don't do this. Rose, please." I held back my tears. "Don't call me that anymore. Harry, I'm not gonna say it again. Leave." 


I opened the front door and motioned for him to leave. He hesitated before reluctantly walking outside. "Rose, I love you and I'm so sorry." I stood there and stared at him for a few seconds, not wanting to end things with him. We had been together for almost 2 years now but it felt like we had known each other for much longer. We were in love.   I didn't want to do this but I had to. "Goodbye, Harry." I said before slamming the door. I sat down at the stairs and started sobbing.




After the break up with Harry, I decided to get out of Cheshire and moved to America. I wanted to get far away from the memories of Harry. Of course, that didn't exactly work. Shortly after the break up, Harry auditioned for The X Factor and was put into a group called One Direction. They didn't win but somehow they became extremely famous. So I had to deal with seeing their faces all over the place.   


Everyone was obsessed with them, but I couldn't stand the idiot that broke my heart.   I soon couldn't handle it anymore. I returned to Cheshire and moved close to my old house. I knew it wasn't exactly the escape I had been looking for, but it was better than listening to everyone scream about them 24/7. Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of "directioners" here in Cheshire but it was just a teeny bit more bearable.


Let's hope it stays that way.



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