When snow falls

Every day off my live I have been waiting. Waiting for 2 people. A women and a man, a dad and a mom… I was 3 years old when I came here. In this hellhole. I don’t like to call it an orphanage. It’s more like a living hell. The only nurse that’s nice here is Martha. She used to tell me story’s when I was a little girl. About princesses and knights that came to save her. I’m currently 18 and nobody ever came to save me. I know my mums still alive. She just doesn’t want me. Until the 6th of January, on my 18th birthday, when she just walked in to my room, like I just saw her yesterday…. when Rose's mom comes to pick her up after 15 years, she doesn't know what to expect. But she certainly didn't expect her mom to be 1D manager. Did I mention that Rose hates them? And that she only has 30 days with her mom? Oops, my bad...
I don't know shit about copyright but don't steal my story or I will haunt you in your sleep,


3. Papa-paparazzi

After packing my bag, I went to her car. You guessed it: it was a fancy ass Land Rover. I put my bags in the back of the car and climbed in. she looked at me and I looked at her. Mom. She was the reason why I was so afraid. Afraid to love, afraid to be happy, and afraid that she wouldn’t come back if I was mean to her. I spent the last 15 years waiting for her to walk through my bedroom door. Off course with my father. I didn’t even know if he was still alive, I was young and stupid. I guess she’s the reason why I’m so… dark.

But enough talking about the past.

‘You look like me.’ She said.

‘That’s I shame....’ it was out before I knew it, it wasn’t even a good comeback, but I don’t care.

She ignored it and she started the car.

‘Where are you taking me?’

She laughed

‘Chill Rose, I’m not kidnapping you or anything.
I’m taking you home, I moved after it happened. I’m now living next door to the boys.’

‘The what??’ I can’t believe my ears. I have brothers? Brothers who lived with her and who had been with her for over 15 years??

‘You know, as a manager off One Direction, it’s more than logical that I live next door to them. They do stupid stuff so…’


‘One Direction? Those stupid faggots that pretend that they can sing? You’re pulling my leg...’

(A/N pulling someone’s leg is kinda when someone is joking. Like; you’re kidding. Wow. I should write dictionaries. Note the sarcasm)

 ‘First off all: mind your language young lady. Second off all; Harry, Louis, Zayn, Niall and Liam aren’t, and I repeat AREN’T faggots. And no, I’m not pulling your leg.’

Fuck. She looks angry…


Excuse me?!


‘Look ‘mother’ don’t tell me what to do. You left me. You abandoned me. I should be mad at you. You can’t just pretend like the last 15 years didn’t happen. Because they did. You can’t just walk in and expect me to be okay with it! You don’t deserve me. You don’t even know it’s my birthday!!’

She doesn’t look sad.  She doesn’t say she’s sorry. She just kept driving. Because she doesn’t care about me. Because she hates me…


 *skipping the car drive*


I think I fell asleep, because I’m really tired. I woke up to the sound of people yelling and screaming. I looked outside the window and I saw a dozen off paparazzi people thingy (told u I should write dictionaries)

You must be kidding me.

I looked at Claire, her eyes were red and puffy. She didn’t… she didn’t cry because of what I said, did she? No... She doesn’t care.

But back to the paparazzi.

They were just everywhere. Claire started honking.

‘Look sweetheart, I’m really sorry about what happened before. I was just nervous and short-tempered.’

 Oh my gosh... maybe she isn’t so bad after all. When I lost hope in her coming back, I didn’t see her as the fairy godmother. I saw her as the dragon. (Read chapter 1: princess)

‘IM sorry. I didn’t have to yell at you like that, that wasn’t nice of me.’

She smiled. That’s new.

The paparazzi was still taking pictures and they were getting in our way, so we had a chance to talk.

‘Uhmm, why didn’t dad come with you?’

The smile quickly faded of her face. And her eyes filled with tears.


‘Your father and I divorced a couple of years ago. But I don’t think it’s the right time to tell that story now. Look, the paparazzi is leaving. We’re nearly home. Here’s some make-up. The mascara you were wearing has run out a bit.’

Off course I don’t want to remove it. I’m not dressing up for them. I HATE them. With all my heart. I don’t know why, I always have.
But I don’t want to argue. And I really want to figure out that divorce thingy. So I might as well do what I’m told.

I opened the makeup bag. Wow. This is the most expensive makeup I’ve ever seen in my live. And I’ve seen allot of makeup. Because I really ♥ it. I touched my makeup up and looked in front of me.

That’s when I saw the ginormous mansion…

(A/N) WELL HELLO EVERYONE (Tyler Oakley my bae) so I’m having so problems BC I kinda think it’s too dark or depressive or something. But in my head, rose is a really bright positive girl, she just lost all her faith in the world. Maybe that’s just me. This is quit a long chapter right? And alsooo:

I’m still looking for:

Rose her roommate (BITCH ALERT)

Zayn’s girlfriend

Niall’s guurlfreend

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Love you all !!

X Lucy

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