Broken Pieces

Rose and Harry used to be inseparable. As Rose's older brother, he always looked out for her and they did everything together - not a secret kept from either of them. But when Harry became famous, he practically forgot about Rose. She didn't even receive a text or call from him on her birthday. What happens when the boys take a break from the tour and all stay in the ginormous house that Rose owns and used to share with Harry? What happened to Rose while Harry was gone? Will things go back to the way they were? Or are there too many broken pieces to put the puzzle back together?


16. Harry Potter

Rose POV

I went downstairs to make kettle corn for Zayn and I for while we watched Harry Potter. But when I came up, he was sitting on the bed with my box in his hands. I could tell he was about to open it and I knew how bad it would be if he did. I rush over and grab it out of his hands as he struggles to come up with an excuse. I throw duvets on the bed and sit down, yanking the bowl of kettle corn onto my lap. Zayn's asks me if I'm mad and yeah, I am.

I'm mad, and hurt. He went through my stuff. I knew that telling him things would bite me in the arse. And now, I knew he suspected me of keeping a secret. But I have to make sure that the secret stays a secret. Otherwise, I'll be even more screwed. But I'm not just mad that he went through my things - I'm hurt. 

"How am I supposed to trust you?" I exclaim during the movie. He looks at me and I can tell his eyes are filled with sadness. 

"You're telling me that you aren't hiding something in that box?" He asks, avoiding the question. 

"You went through my stuff," I snap.

"I was worried about you. And I have a good reason to," He replies.

I shake my head. "I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for any of you to be here," I growl.

"I don't know about Harry, but I'm going to tell you the truth. We aren't leaving anytime soon. And yeah, you didn't ask for us to be here. But as much as you hate to admit it, you're happy that we're here. You're happy that we found out about Jason. And whatever is in that box, it isn't helping you. Trust me," He says.

"You're wrong. I'm not happy that you found out about Jason. And I'm not thrilled that you're here. And that box, has gotten me through a lot," I tell him, crossing my arms. 

"Rose, I'm sorry for going through your things. I just worry about you. If you've dealt with this," He pauses, tracing bruises with his fingers, "for a year alone, then it's time for someone to step in and help," 

"I don't need your help," I pout like a little kid. 

"No, you don't want my help. But you'll thank me," He responds, looking me straight in the eyes and pulling me closer to him. 

"I have a boyfriend," I say as I get pulled closer.

"Who abuses you and doesn't deserve you," He replies. "This hardly counts as cheating," He insists, leaning back once again. 

"I hate you," I shake my head before resting it on his chest and looking back to the screen. 

We watch the rest of the first movie and then I get up to put in the second one. We had finished the kettle corn so I get up to bring it back downstairs. 

The boys are all in the kitchen when I enter. They all gasp and I know they're looking at the bruises. For some reason it bothers me that they're looking at it, but it didn't when Zayn was looking. I empty the kernels in the trash and put the bowl in the sink. "Stop staring,"  I snap at them before leaving the kitchen and heading back up to my room.

I go back to the bed, automatically laying down with Zayn. He wraps his arm around me and leans his chin on my forehead. It feels so safe and comfortable with Zayn, like it's natural. I try not to think about it because then I'd pull away. 

During the movie, my eyes get heavy and I struggle to keep them open. Finally I give up and let myself drift off to sleep. 

-------------------------------------------------------------Author's Note------------------------------------------------------Just felt like updating :)

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