Someone Like You (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Rose and Harry used to be together. They were the couple who was inseparable... that is until they decided to go their separate ways.

"We'll find each other one day, and when we do, we'll go back to the way things were."

That was the promise Harry had made Rose before going on a world tour. That was five long years ago when they were both 18 years old. They're both 23 years old now and have gone on living their lives in their own ways.

Rose is still waiting for the day Harry will waltz back into her life, but she knows it won't happen, she's holding onto false hope. She works at a lousy job where she is forced to copy papers for a living and make coffee runs for the employees. She goes home after work to her cat, Crookshanks, and is by herself for 12 hours before repeating her day once more.

Harry, however, has long forgotten the promise he gave Rose. Harry has been married for a year to his wife, Mallory. Harry hasn't forgotten about Rose though. The rose flower running up his rig


5. Chapter 4

The following morning, Rose woke up early and took a shower and got ready to her parents house for a day filled with family activities. Rose didn't know if she was excited to be going to her parents' house or not. She was excited to see Jonas and Melanie, her niece and nephew. She had not seen them for about a month and wanted to catch up with her sister and her husband as well. 

Rose arrived at her parents house around half ten in the morning and noticed that she was the last one to arrive out of her family. She walked up to the door and took into the house carrying a tray of food into the house. She heard children's laughter from the backyard and smiled upon noticing that her niece and nephew were having a good time.  

Rose walked into the kitchen and placed the food she brought in the refrigerator on top of the plastic wrapped dish of pasta salad. She closed the fridge and washed her hands with some hand sanitizer. She walked to the glass door and stepped through into the backyard. 

"Hey there Rosie," Allan said upon seeing his daughter step through the door, "Good to see you," he said with a smile on his face.  

Allan was a rather large man strangely resembling Hagrid from the Harry Potter films. He was a large man, beer belly and all, who had a dark black curly bear and short hair on his head. Rose never understood how he liked this as his fashion, but she was used to it at this point in time. 

"Good to see you too, Dad," Rose said with a smile on her face. She leant over and kissed her Dad's prickly cheek and gave him a small hug. 

Rose stood up and looked around the yard which her family shared with Harry's family. She saw her mother standing on the other side of the yard with Jonas and a dark haired woman. Rose recognized the dark haired woman immediately. She was Harry's mother and she had no idea what words to say about her because she wasn't even sure if Anne liked her anymore. 

"'Cuse me," someone said tugging on Rose's pants leg breaking Rose free from her thoughts. Rose glanced down to see a small dark haired boy with bright blue eyes doing a small dance with his hands in front of his privates, "I need the potty," he said and Rose picked him up off the ground and carried him to the toilet. 

"Do you need any help getting your trouser off?" she asked and the boy shook his head as she placed him on the ground. Rose didn't know who this boy was, but she's assuming he belonged to Anne's family, probably Gemma's son. She heard the flush of the toilet and the door opened and she saw the small boy was standing there with his trousers around his ankles. 

"Do you need some help there, love?" she asked and he nodded and she bent down and pulled his jeans up and buttoned them, "How about we wash our hands, alright? What's your name?" 

"Charlie," he said and Rose smiled softly and turned the faucet on and let it run as she put some hand soap in the boy's hand. She took a hold of his torso and helped him wash his hands. He giggled and clapped his hands together making Rose smile. She set him on the ground and she grabbed a towel and dried his hands off. "Tanks!" he said with a grin on his small, baby-like face. He ran out of the bathroom and back into backyard with the other children.  

"Where have you been?" Rose heard Gemma exclaim as she rushed over to her baby. 

"With the pretty lady!" he said pointing to Rose. Rose's face flushed a deep red colour and she couldn't help but look at the ground and push some of the rocks on the ground with the sides of her feet. 

Gemma gave Charlie a confused look, but looked up to see the girl she once dreamed would become her sister-in-law. She gasped and ran over to Rose and gave her a tight hug. Rose was shocked to be receiving a hug from Gemma. She eased into the hug and hugged Harry's older sister back. 

"I missed you so much Rose!" Gemma said pulling away from the hug, "I kind of wish you were the one married to my baby brother," she whispered to Rose quietly. 

"Thanks," Rose said looking at Gemma with a half smile planted on her face. Gemma placed her hand on Rose's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. 

"I want you to meet my kids," Gemma said with a large smile on her face, "This is Charlie, whom you've met, and this little girl is Meaghan," she said with a smile picking up a small little girl, "This is Rose," Gemma said bouncing Meaghan up adjusting her on her hip.  

The little girl waved lightly and hid her head in the crook of her mother's neck. Rose smiled awkwardly at them not sure of what to say. So she folded her hands together and crossed her ankles and stared down at the ground shifting where she stood.  

Rose wasn't sure what to say to Harry's family since she hasn't actually spoken to them in over five years and she felt so out of place even though her family was present at this gathering. She played with her fingers and stared at the green grass which cracked beneath the soles of her shoes. She wanted nothing more than to escape this awkward situation, but she knew in the back of her mind she had to stay there for her family because she promised them she would. 

Rose turned around to go to her mother, but when she turned around, she met the greyish-green eyes she never thought she would encounter once again. Her eyes widened upon seeing the tall, curly haired boy in front of her. He looked as handsome as ever wearing a pale blue shirt tucked into his black trousers. His bangs were pushes back and then some of his hair pushed over making the entirety of his face visible. 

Harry stared at the woman in front of him in awe. For the past five years, he imagined what she looked like now and here she stood in front of him. She was more beautiful than he could have imagined. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle from the light cascading down from the skies. Her hair was in perfect ringlets like its always been that hung down her back and over her shoulders. Harry noticed she was far curvier than she was when he was with her, but that didn't make any difference to him, she was still the same girl he fell in love with all those years ago. He felt as if he fell in love with her all over again just by taking one glance at her after many years away from her. 

Rose felt her heart beat quicken as she stared at the love of her life and staring at him, she felt as if there wasn't anything else in the world but him and that nothing else mattered. He was still perfect and was still making her weak in the knees even at the age of twenty-three. It was taking so much will-power to refrain from running up to him and kissing him senseless. 

Rose turned on her heel and walked forward, catching a few ounces of bravery, towards her mum to let her know she had arrived. As Rose walked past, Harry turned and watched her leave. He caught a whiff of her perfume and was instantly intoxicated by the smell of lavender and vanilla.  

Harry was entranced by the way she swayed her hips as she walked. He could tell that she didn't try to sway her hips like a lot of women did, but there was enough of a sway to drive him crazy. Her hair swung back and forth as she walked and it made him want to run his hands through the silky curls he once ran his fingers through.  

Harry was snapped from his thoughts when he felt fingers lace through his. He glanced down and saw that it was Mallory's hand. In a way, he was disappointed that it was hers because he wanted to lace his fingers in between Rose's and wrap his arms around her and bury his face in the crook of her neck and kiss the skin between her jaw and neck where it drove her crazy. 

"Who is she?" Mallory asked Harry noticing he wasn't paying attention to her, but instead was looking at the girl whose face was turned from her view. 

"A friend," he said softly with a small smile prying its way onto his lips, "A really good friend," he said and looked at Mallory with a smile on his face. 

Rose walked up to Anne and her mother, Sarah and smiled instantly seeing their loving and welcoming faces. Sarah was so surprised to see her daughter that she immediately stopped talking and engulfed her youngest child in a hug swaying her back and forth. 

"Nice to see you, Anne," Rose greeted with a gentle smile on her lips as she nervously bit the inside of her cheek.  

Anne gave a warm smile to the nervous girl in front of her. She walked to the girl and wrapped her arms around her in a hug that she knew the young girl probably needed. Rose was surprised to say the least when Anne wrapped her arms around her in a warm hug. She was so surprised that Anne was so welcoming considering she is an ex-girlfriend of Harry's. 

"How is work, love?" Sarah asked her daughter. 

"Horrible," Rose said with a face of disgust, "Honestly, I can't stand it, Mum. My boss is a complete pervert and I am stuck in a small room with the most annoying co-worker. I thought that working there would allow me to write more, but it's made me far more exhausted to write," Rose said with a loud sigh. 

"I'm sure things will get better," Anne said looking at the dark haired girl. 

"I'm not sure it will. I've been working there for about two years," Rose said and Anne covered her mouth to refrain from showing the young girl her laughs, "You can laugh, it's pretty bad. I can't believe I've been working there this long." 

"I know for a fact that you'll be a fantastic writer one day," Sarah said with a smile to her daughter. 

"You have to say that, you're my mum," Rose said looking at her mum with a look that said she was right. 

"I, however, am not your mum," Anne said putting an arm around Rose's backside and pulled her close to her body and wrapped her arms around the girl, "Harry used to show me your pieces you would give him and I do have to say they were extraordinary," Anne said with a smile. 

Rose blushed a violent shade of red and looked down at the ground. She never knew Harry shared her writing with his family. In all honesty, she had forgotten that she often gave him pieces of writing to read. Harry was her muse and often found herself writing about her former lover when they were together.  

"I should probably go say hi to Isaac, he can handle Scarlett only so long," Rose said with a laugh in her voice, "I'll come back over later." 

Rose paced back over to her brother and sister who looked to be in a heated argument. She couldn't help but glance at Harry on her way back over to Harry who was sitting next to a brown haired girl who was talking with Gemma. He didn't look like he was into the conversation as he was playing with the straw in his glass. He must be deep in thought, Rose thought. Rose looked back at the woman and noticed who she was. The girl would be Harry's wife. 

"Hey Rose," Isaac greeted his sister as she approached them. Rose jumped because she wasn't expecting the voice to interrupt her thoughts. She let out a squeal as she fell to the ground making her siblings laugh aloud. 

Harry heard a scream-like voice and his head snapped towards the source and saw Rose on the ground with her face hidden in her hands, but he could see enough of her face to noticed she was bright red from embarrassment. He saw Scar and Isaac laughing at her and he figured one of them scared her without trying. 

"Why do you keep looking at her? She's honestly not even that interesting to look at, love," Mallory said and Harry looked at her. 

"I just haven't seen her in a long while. It's a bit odd to be seeing her," he said with a soft chuckle. Mallory nodded and looked at the girl she has found her husband staring at.  

Mallory hadn't seen her face before, but her face was now uncovered and it was strikingly familiar. It took Mallory a few moments to realize that this was the girl from the photos in Harry's desk. She looked different than the photos, she looked healthier. She noticed there was something missing in the girl's eyes that she saw in the photos. She looked empty and lonely. It was the same look her husband had most days. 

"That's the girl from the photos," Mallory whispered to Harry. Harry was stunned to see her make the connection so quickly. 

"Yeah," he said and she stood up and faced her husband and held her hand out for him to take, "What?" he asked her with a confused look on his face. 

"Introduce me," she said with a smile on her face, "I want to meet this girl you used to date. If you kept her photos, she must be important to you," she said and Harry sighed and reluctantly got up out of the chair and took his wife's extended hand. 

Harry was nervous about introducing Mallory to Rose afraid that Mallory would make the connection of why he got the large rose tattoo. His eyes were drawn to his right arm and made sure his tattoo was fully covered. He didn't want Rose to see the tattoo and make things even more awkward than things already were. 

"Hey Harry!" Scar greeted as the pair approached them.  

"Hey Scar," Harry said with a smile on his face. He turned to Rose and smiled at her. 

"Hey Harry," she shyly as she played with the hem of her shirt nervously. His smile seemed to grow if that were possible. 

"This is Mallory," he said gesturing to Mallory standing next to him. Mallory nudged him gently to finish his statement, "My wife," he said with a sad tone hinted in his voice that he hoped Mallory wouldn't pick up. 

Rose nodded awkwardly and glanced at the ground. Of course she knew who this girl was; she was plastered on the front of magazines holding hands with Harry. She couldn't place anything bad about Mallory since she seemed so perfect. She seemed genuine and cared a lot about Harry. However, the only thing Rose despised about this girl was that she ripped the love of her life out of her grasp making it impossible for her to reach him. 

"Nice to meet you, I'm Rose," she said and held her hand out for the girl to shake. 

"Rose?" Mallory asked and Rose nodded, "What a lovely name," she said sweetly as if there was nothing wrong. 

Mallory couldn't help but look at her husband's covered arm and instantly make the connection to the tattoo. Of course he had a tattoo for his ex-girlfriend and not his wife. Mallory began to worry if he was in love with the girl that he claims he wasn't in love with anymore. There is a strong possibility of that matter since she often finds him staring at his tattoo. 

Harry let out a sigh of relief when he saw that Mallory didn't get upset about Rose. He wasn't even sure if she made the connection to his tattoo, but he still found himself trying to keep the top of the rose covered by the cuff of his shirt. He did find that Mallory was making sure it was obvious that she was married to him since she had one of her arms wrapped around his and she was waving her left hand around making sure Rose caught the glint of the ring. 

"Kids," Sarah said walking up to the group, "Tea is ready. Come and eat," she said and everyone nodded gathering their families and headed to the large table sitting in the backyard under umbrellas.  

Rose seated herself next to her brother at the table and poured herself a glass of water and took a sip. She looked up to see Mallory taking a seat next to her and Harry sitting on the opposite side of her. Rose was hurt slightly by the fact that Harry was so far away from her, but reminded herself that he was no longer hers and he belonged to the beautiful girl sitting next to him. 

"So today I want to say a few words," Allan said standing up with his glass in his hands, "For both of our families. I wanted to say thank you for all coming this weekend and taking time from your busy lives to come together." 

"I agree," Robin, Harry's step-father, said standing up next to Rose's father, "I would like to think we're all blessed in the fact that we both have families who are very close and all get along with each other. I want to take a few moments to say a few words concerning my family and I'm sure Allan would like to do the same, correct?" Robin asked and Allan nodded, "You can start, you have the larger family," Robin said and Allan let out a loud laugh and fisted his hand bringing it up to his mouth and letting out a few loud coughs. 

"Scarlett and William," Allan started, "You two are so blessed with my beautiful grandchildren and I love you both very much. Isaac, my only son, you are a very determined young man and I admire you for that, but for God's sake, son, get married already!" he said and everyone chuckled at Rose's father. Rose glanced at her brother who had turned the shade of a tomato, "My darling daughter Rosie," Allan said and Rose felt everyone's eyes on her, "You have come a long way from the girl who was the quiet little bookworm. You'll always be a bookworm considering she is the writer in the family, but you've broken out of your shell. Do us a favour and find yourself a new job and maybe a man? You're not always going to be forever young." 

"Did you just quote Harry's band, Allan?" Sarah asked taking a sip of her dark coloured wine. 

"It's useful in this situation, dear," he loudly whispered to his wife leaving everyone to chuckle. 

Rose glanced at Harry who had looked down at his hands at the mention of his band. Rose could see him hurting over the band's ending. She saw Mallory rubbing her hand over his leg gently to comfort him. Rose knew in the back of her mind that what Mallory was doing was not what he liked when being comforted. 

"Onto my family," Robin said with a wide smile on his face, "Even though they aren't my children, they feel like my own children and I wouldn't have it any other way. Gemma, you and Greg are blessed as well with Charlie and Meaghan. Greg, I wish you would bring her home more instead of staying in Ireland all the time no matter what that stubborn girl says," he said making Gemma and Greg laugh. 

Rose glanced at the brown haired man sitting next to Gemma and immediately recognized him as Niall's older brother. She saw that he had Meaghan sitting in his lap and was smiling at Gemma. She felt bad for Harry because she knows how awkward this must be for him.  

"Harry," Robin said softly looking at the curly haired boy who looked to be out of place, "You have come through some tough obstacles in the past few years quite triumphantly. You don't give yourself enough credit, son. You've gone to accomplish more than any person I know. You went back to school and found a great job for yourself. I'm proud of you," he said and Harry gave a half smile and took his drink and sipped from it. 

Mallory looked at Robin waiting for some words about her, but they never came. She knew that Harry's family didn't adjust to having her around the easiest, but they have at least accepted her now and were learning to accept that she was going to be around for a while yet. 

The food began to be passed around the table to everyone. Rose had dished some ham onto her plate and grabbed a few other food items and began fixing her meal. She listened to some of her family's mindless chatter and laughed when she felt it was appropriate to do so. 

"So Rose," Mallory said making Rose glance up at her, "How long have you known Harry for?" 

"Since primary school," Rose answered and Mallory nodded stuffing a chunk of meat in her mouth. 

Mallory then proceeded to go on about her and Harry's relationship quite profusely. Rose tried to ignore the chatter about the relationship, but couldn't help but listen to it since she wanted to know about his relationship with her. Mallory was giving her the details into how they met, where they had their first date, their first kiss, where he proposed, how he proposed, their wedding planning, their wedding, the reception, the honey moon. She basically told her everything there was to tell about their relationship. Rose had to bite her tongue to not tell Mallory that she didn't need to know about this. 

"However, there's one more detail that I forgot to mention," Mallory said with a smile on her face, "We're thinking about expanding the family soon," she said with a smile on her face. There was some chatter uproar and there was a few exciting words thrown in there. 

The table shook as someone's hands pounded on the table. Rose glanced around and saw Harry stand up and storm off from the table. Mallory called for him and went to get up, but Rose stopped her from doing so. 

"He's my husband," she said to the girl and Rose rolled her eyes at the naïve girl. 

"You're the reason he stormed off. Besides, you don't know where he is," she said and got up excusing herself from the table. 

Rose didn't know where her courage came from, but she was fine with it considering she was about to have her first conversation with Harry in five years. She knew every detail about his personality and this was definitely not in his personality. She found it rather odd that he would storm off at the mention of starting a family with his wife. 

Rose let her feet bring her to the park where she had found Harry sitting on the carousel many times previous to this. He was sat in the same place he always was and was leaned over with his head in his hands. Rose cautiously approached him and took a seat next to him and placed her hand on the center of his back and rubbed gentle circles in his back. Harry relaxed knowing of only one person who's touch affected him like this. 

"Rose," he said softly looking up at the beautiful girl before him. Rose gave him a soft, gentle smile and continued to rub circles in his back. 

"Hey Harry," she said after a few moments of silence.  

Harry didn't know what to say to the girl sitting next to him. There were so many different things he could say to her, but nothing seemed to fit for this moment. He just stared at her letting himself be captivated by her sparkling brown eyes in the sunset. He was still in awe that she was sitting right in front of him. He wasn't sure if this was even real. He was tempted to reach out in front of him and touch her cheek to make sure he was really witnessing her sitting there next to him and make sure she wasn't really Mallory. 

"It's been so long," Harry whispered looking into her eyes and she nodded curling her lips inwards. 

Rose didn't know what to say to Harry either. She found this situation more awkward than she bargained for. However, there was this comfortable silence among the both of them that didn't need to be filled with words. Their stares seemed to speak for itself and she wasn't sure if the silence was a good or bad thing. Her mind wandered to whether or not he still had feelings for her, but she was too afraid to ask. 

"I'm sorry about Mallory," Harry said after a few minutes. Rose looked at Harry with a confused look and he sighed, "She's been asking me about it lately and I- I don't know," he said sitting up and looking at Rose. 

"I thought you always wanted kids? That's what you told me anyways," Rose stated and he nodded silently. 

With you he thought to himself but refrained from saying so. He still can't imagine a life without the girl before him. He doesn't want to admit this to anyone else but himself because he felt ashamed for having feelings for someone that is not his wife. He regretted his rash decision of marrying Mallory quite immensely. 

"I do, it's just-" Harry started, but cut himself off before saying something he would regret, "I don't want to rush into things. You know me, that's not how I am." 

"However, you're the same boy who told me he didn't care if he had a baby with me at eighteen," Rose said with a knowing look on her face. Harry turned to look at her and smiled softly, "I'm kidding, I know you've changed. You're a lot more manly than I remember," Rose said lowering her voice and making muscular gestures with her arms.  

Harry let out a loud, boisterous laugh and covered his mouth and looked at her with a large smile on his face. Rose poked his dimples gently and he couldn't help but grin even more because this seemed almost like a dream. This reminded him of when they were together, they would sit comfortably in each other's presence and not need to speak even if there was a five year gap between their last conversation. 

Rose reached out and touched Harry's curls gently and played with one of the ringlets by his ear. He looked at her with a small smile and she smiled back at him. Rose looked at his features and noticed he had some wrinkles just under his eyes. He also had bags under his eyes that looked to be from some lack of sleep. 

"Robin said you went back to school?" Rose asked folding her short legs underneath her bum and folded her hands onto her lap. 

"Yeah, I did," he said with a soft smile, "I teach music at the primary school by my house. The kids are great there, none of them associate me with my name. However, their mums are a different story," he said with a laugh. 

"I bet, I mean you're still you," Rose said with a playful smile on her face. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked looking at her with a wide smile on his face.  

"I don't know what you're talking about," Rose said getting up with a small hop. 

She spun in a circle and saw Harry getting up from the carousel. She let out a loud squeal and took off running with Harry chasing her. She let out loud, musical laughs as Harry chased her. Harry found himself running out of breath but caught up with her and tackled her to the ground and they both let out loud laughs and lay by each other side-by-side. 

"You're out of breath, Styles. Is not working out a part of being married?" Rose asked with a smile on her face and Harry chuckled. 

"No," Harry answered, "Work is, though. I am always busy and then when I get home..." he started trailing off his mind wandering to the boys. 

"What's the matter?" Rose asked sitting up on her elbows and looking at Harry. 

"Nothing, forget it," he said waving her off and she shook her head looking at him. 

"Harry, you know me so you know I won't. Tell me what's going on underneath those curls," Rose said and he sighed and looked down at the grass and then back up at rose. 

"I've been thinking about the band a lot lately," he admitted with a soft sigh, "I've been thinking about them and wishing I was still speaking with them." 

Rose brought her knees up to her chest and looked at Harry with a look. She glanced at the ground thinking about their past and how she felt with the other band members. Sure, they liked her, but she felt as if they didn't like her presence too much. Rose remembers overhearing Zayn and Louis talking and they felt that she was pulling him away from the band and making him want to settle down. 

"It was my fault wasn't it?" Rose asked and Harry looked up in surprise, "The reason One Direction broke up." 

"No, no, no," he said quickly to her, "It could never be your fault, Rose. It was my fault not yours. You did nothing at all," he said reaching out and rubbing her arm gently. 

"Don't lie to me," Rose said looking into Harry's green eyes, "It was my fault. You broke up because they didn't like me and they felt that I was making you want to settle down," she said with her eyes watering. 

Rose felt her chest tighten in anxiety. Harry noticed her anxiety heighten because he sat up quickly and wrapped his arms around her and ran his hand up her back and down the centre of her spine. He heard her let out shaky breaths as she calmed down. Rose couldn't help but blame herself for the end of One Direction. She knew it was her fault since the band ended so quickly after they broke up. 

"I don't care if the boys blame you for the band ending, it was not your fault. You need to trust me when I say it wasn't your fault," he said and felt her nod in his shoulder.  

He pulled away from the hug and looked at her beautiful face. He found her beautiful even if her mascara was running down her cheeks. Harry reached up with his right arm and wiped away the black smudges and her tears. Rose glanced at his hand, but something else caught her eyes. She reached up and grabbed his arm and looked up at his eyes.  

Harry wasn't afraid to admit that he was nervous. Rose had basically discovered his secret and he wasn't sure of how he would respond when she asked why he got the tattoo. His heart was beating rapidly and he felt his hands grow into a clammy state as he waited in anticipation. 

Rose undid the button of the cuff attached to his blue shirt. She rolled his sleeves up and examined the huge tattoo in the dim sunlight of the setting sun. She saw a beautiful tattoo of a red rose that was in the process of opening. Her finger traced over it gliding down his arm. She saw Harry's handwriting etched onto one of the petals and she glanced at the words and from what she could tell, it said My Flower.  

"Did you- did you get this for me?" Rose asked looking up at Harry who had his eyes averted to the ground. 

"Of course I did," he said softly, "It was right after we broke up and I- I still had very strong feelings for you," he said just above a whisper and silently cursed himself for saying that. 

Harry didn't want her to get the impression that he didn't have feelings for her yet because he did and they were so overwhelming he didn't even know how he was so calm right now. He wanted to lean over and kiss her plump lips, but knew that he couldn't because of Mallory. His heart ached for this girl and here she was. She was such a short distance away, yet she felt like she was miles away. 

"You didn't have to do that, Harry," Rose said softly as she continued to analyze the tattoo.  

"I wanted to, though," he said with a smile on his face, "If I'm being honest, it's my favourite tattoo I've ever gotten," he said and smiled at Rose. 

She looked up at him and saw that he was telling the truth. She felt herself leaning closer to his body, but quickly stopped herself. She dropped his arm and stood up and brushed herself off. She looked down at Harry and let out a sigh. She turned on her heel and began to walk away from him. 

"Rose! Where are you going?" Harry called scrambling to get up off the grass. 

"It was stupid of me to come after you," Rose yelled to Harry, "I came because your wife was going to! I wanted to talk to you and I just came and made a fool of myself!" she yelled throwing her arms out. 

"No you didn't," he said crossing his arms and looked at her. 

"Yes I did!" 


"Because-" she started and then sighed. She thought about the fact that she honestly has nothing to lose because everything in her life couldn't get any worse. Why not lose the last thing she had to hold onto, "Because of the fact that I never got over you, okay?"  

Harry's breath hitched in the back of his throat. He pinched the skin on his arm to make sure he wasn't dreaming and he found that he wasn't. His eyes widened in surprise and saw tears spilling from her eyes and he wanted to go across the field and kiss her senseless right now. 

"But that doesn't even matter anymore! You're married and I'm single," she said with tears rolling uncontrollably down her cheeks. 

Rose couldn't hold back her feelings anymore. She held them in for five years and she knew that this was the time to let Harry know that he never once left her heart. She closed her eyes and let the salty tears escape under her eyelids when she opened them. 

"From the day you left me to go on tour, I kept my promise. I waited for you, Harry. I waited for you for five goddamn years and you went and got married! How does that make me look? You make me look like a fucking fool! I'm waiting for someone who is never going to be mine! So this is me saying I'm done. I'm done waiting for you. I'm going home and I- I don't want to see you anymore." 

"Rose," Harry said softly and she stopped him. 

"Don't," she said her voice cracking, "Don't you dare say anything. Go back to your overly gorgeous wife and make fucking babies with her. I'm done."

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