What I Like About You

The last thing Eleanor (Elle) Darling thought, would be that she would fall for the cashier at AEO. Although she keeps convincing herself that this isn't a crush, she just can't stop thinking about Luke. But when he suddenly asks for her number, she starts to convince herself that they might be a future couple, but Elle isn't sure that this will all end well... Rosalyn (Rosie) Mancini has the best boyfriend ever, Spencer. He's loving, caring, funny... But when Ashton, Luke's band mate, comes into her life, she realizes that Spencer can't be the one. She grows feelings for Ashton but doesn't have the heart to break up with Spencer. Who will she choose and what will she do? (This story takes place before 5sos are famous)

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14. Chapter 13

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Rosie's pov

The rest of the day we spent as a family.

We went bowling and out to eat. We went to the mall and just had fun as a family. It felt good to be spending time all together.

I haven't checked my phone and I honestly don't intend to. I'm enjoying life as it is right now.

Luke's pov

A half an hour went by. Then an hour. Margo still wasn't back.

Ash: hey, is everything okay? Why aren't you back?

My fingers fumbled over the key board. I didn't know what to say back.

Me: um idk... I'll fill u in on everything later

Ash: you sure man?

Me: yup

After that, I just turned my phone off, not really in the mood to talk to anyone besides Elle.

An hour and a half has now passed and she's still not back. Blake then breaks the silence.

"Uhh, Margo just texted me. She said for us to just leave for now, they need some girl time."

I tell him to go and say that I'm leaving in a minute, but that's a lie. I'm not going anywhere. I sit back down on the couch and soon my thoughts take over me.

Why is Elle so mad, it's not like I did anything to her. I really do love her, but she's starting to make me annoyed. Just talk to me. I can't fix something I don't know the problem to.

I feel anger boiling in the pit of my stomach and decide to go take a walk. I can't get mad at Elle, not when we're falling apart. But, it was so hard not to. She's not helping me out one bit by just staying cooped up in her apartment, not talking to anyone but a stranger named Margo.

A blast of fresh air rushes across my face and then it hits me. Why is Rosie not with her? Maybe it's something Rosie did, but in that case, she would probably want me there and wouldn't call me a liar.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was heading over to Rosie's place. If anyone knows what's happening it's got to be Rosie.

Ashton's pov

I'm such a terrible person.

Luke and Elle are miserable, but all I can think about is Rosie.

I try to convince myself that what's up with Elle has nothing to do with Rosie. It's not working. What if Rosie's not fine, what if they're fighting.

I may never see Rosie again.

But then I also think, what if Rosie's in Elle's state and has no one to comfort her like Luke or that girl he mentioned, Margo.

I should be there for Rosie, sitting there and helping her through everything. I want to make her happy. I want to be her sunshine in a world of storms.

All I've been thinking about is Rosie and I can't help but think, is she there thinking of me too?

Rosie's pov

"Hey, Rose, um... If u don't mind me asking, what's up with you and Spencer?" Sylvia started speaking to me after a bit if silence on our car. Our whole family was driving back home after our afternoon of fun.

"Well," I start. I didn't really know what to say because I didn't really know what was up between us.

I then look over at her and say, "I honestly don't know, but I wish I did."

Her expression showed that she wanted the whole story because everyone else in the family knew what happened. Her eyes were glistening with curiosity.

"If you don't want to speak about it, don't feel pressured," Jack spoke.

"You deserve to know Sylvia, so here it goes." I took a deep breath and started.

"So I met this guy named Ashton and well, he immediately caught my attention." Most girls would feel uncomfortable talking like this in front if their family, but with us, we don't try to hide things. And Jack has figured that out now. He knows that he shouldn't just fade away. I still need to talk to him about everything. About everything he missed, about everything that happened, about why he locked everyone out for years.

"But, as you know," I continued. "I am...was- I don't know- dating Spencer. I was very conflicted for a bit, until I decided to plan a date to prove to myself that I did actually love Spencer. Unfortunately, I-I realized that Spencer wasn't my soulmate, Ashton might not be either, but we weren't made to be. Then, last night, we had a fight and it was just too much for me to handle. I discovered that I really do love Spencer, but in a brotherly way and not like a lover." I stopped to take a few breaths and found that a few tears were dripping down my cheeks.

"You don't have to finish if it's too much," Sylvia said with worry.

I shook my head. "It's okay, I want to. So, anyways, while talking with Jack, some of the confusion in my head cleared up. I loved Spencer like a brother and it was hard to let him go because it would be like loosing Jack again. My heart shattered once, and now that I've gathered a few of the pieces back up, I can't afford to let it break again. And that's basically where we're at right, now. I have no idea what's up with Spencer right now because I haven't checked my phone, but what matters right now is that I'm spending time with my family."

"I'm here to help, you know. If you need anything let me know," Sylvia said gently.

Although, our family did have a few rough points, we're still there for each other and we're together now, and I think that's what matters. I couldn't ask for anything more.

Elle's pov

We danced for a while, until we both needed brakes. Margo's been here for almost two hours and I feel bad for keeping her here for so long.

"Hey, I'm feelings loads better right now, so you don't have to stay. I'll call if you if I need anything," I tell her. Margo smiles at me.

"I'm so happy I could help."

With that, we exchanged numbers and Margo headed on her way, promising that we'll get together soon.

Before, Margo was completely out of my sight, I said, "If he's still down there, you can send him up, I'm ready to talk." What? What did I just say? There's no way that I'll be able to see his face without breaking down completely and dying. Why did my stupid mouth have to go and betray me?

But at the same time, it would be nice to try and sort things out, even if I sit there crying. And if he still had feelings and was actually worried, don't you think he'd sit there and wait? So I guess this will show if he really does care.

"Are you sure, Elle?" Margo asks quite shocked.

"I-I don't know," I whisper. "I think it will be best if I do talk to him, though."

"Okay," she nods.

"Thank you for everything," I tell her.

"It was nothing, I'm glad I could help."

Then, the elevator opened and she waved as the doors closed. Like a zombie, I stumble back into my room.

My heart's beating rapidly and I could basically feel the blood pulsing through my veins. I was nervous and scared and mad. Many different emotions were mixing inside me and I felt ready to explode. And cry, I wanted to cry again.

I slump down on the couch and wait and wait. Then finally I get a text from Margo.

Margo: he's not there... I'm soo sorry :'(

My breath caught in my throat. And the waves of nerves were drowned by the tsunami of sadness that took me under. I couldn't breath well and tears were threatening to fall.

I didn't and couldn't bother Margo again, I already took away most of her afternoon. My emotions overflowed from my head and were spilling out into the room. I couldn't escape, I needed to leave. I grabbed my phone and ran out of this apartment building and down the street.

I stood there in the middle of the sidewalk, tears raining down my cheeks, debating where to go. A few people stared, but none of them actually stopped to help me. I was almost kind of relieved.

I then closed my eyes and let my feet guide me to where they wanted to go. Before I knew it, I arrived at Ashton's place. What? Why the hell would you come here, Elle? But my finger has already rung the doorbell and I could hear people coming to the door.

I was a mess, all of the good work Margo has done, went down the drain. My hair was thrown into a bad ponytail and I had the clothes Margo picked out on. I could tell my eyes were puffy and probably red. Tears were still running down my face pretty hard. My breathing was shallow and quick. I was a horrible sight.

I couldn't face whoever was in at house and my feet were stupid enough to bring me here. Why here?

My hands started to tremble and I couldn't stand here anymore because if I did, I would fall. The knob on the door started to turn and the door slowly creaked open. I turned and ran.

"What!? Elle!?" He voice called after me, I didn't stop, I didn't respond, I just kept running as fast as my tiny body would take me.

"Guys it's Elle! I'm going after her!" The voice yelled.

And before I knew it, one boy was chasing after me, while the other two were getting in a car. Ugh, why, why, why?

The person behind me was catching up to me, him having longer legs and the other two in the car, was right on my heels.

"You could make this easier and just stop, Elle!" Michael called out the passenger window.

I didn't want to stop, so I didn't.

And then my foot caught on the uneven pavement and my clumsy legs went out on me. I fell down, hard due to the speed I was going at.

And the tears that were already falling turned into a full out sob. I didn't have the strength to get up, so I just payed there with water pouring down my face.

"Oh my god! Elle!" The car stopped beside me and the person running stopped next to me too. He pulled me up and onto the bench beside us. It was Calum.

I sat lazily against the bench sobbing and my palms and chin stung from the fall. Ashton and Michael kneeled below me and Calum sat next to me, checking the scratches on my skin.

"No, blood, you'll be okay," Calum then told us. Then, back into the serious mode, he said, "What's wrong, why are you here sobbing your brains out?"

I just shook my head, I'm making a total fool of myself.

"Do you want us to take you back to your apartment?" Michael gently said.

"No!" I almost screamed. Anywhere but there, I couldn't stay cooped up int that space anymore.

"Okay, okay. Where do you want to go?" He questioned. Wow, they're being so nice and patient to me and I'm being a total jerk.

"I want to go somewhere where the pain all stops. Do you know a place?" I whisper this time. My tears started to stop and my head throbbed. On its own, my head laid on Calum's shoulder.

"We're taking her to my house," Ashton concluded. "She needs people to be with her, we can't leave her alone."

And now I'm taking away the boy's time. I feel like I'm taking away everyone's time for my problems. I can't do that, it makes me feel even worse.

"No," I croak.

"Yup," Calum smiled. "We don't mind your company and it's not like we had anything else to do."

I didn't have the strength to reply, but my mouth moved as if to say no. Then, I felt someone picking me up and carefully holding me in their arms.

I didn't experience anything else, because then tiredness took over me and I fell asleep.

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