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?


19. Peace Offering

Rose POV

When we get back from Nandos, Harry decides to grill me with questions. He also decides to continue to talk about how the boys are planning on jumping Jason. As they talk it becomes harder and harder for me to keep my hands from shaking and freaking out. "Damn it Harry just stop!" I yell after putting up with it for a while. 

"Just stop? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? Have you seen what he's did to you?" He exclaims grabbing my wrist and pulling up my sleeve to point to the bruises. I'm grateful that I remembered to put on bracelets. 

I snap my arm away from him. "You don't get to play the overprotective brother card anymore Harold. You don't even get to play the brother card," I growl, snapping my arm away from him and starting to walk away. 

"Bullshit Rose! He hurt you and now I'm going to hurt him. End of story," He snaps, raising his voice after me. 

I head upstairs and lock my bedroom door after me, rushing into the bathroom and grabbing my box where I had put it since Zayn had gotten to it last night. I sit down on my bed, pulling my pants down a little and beginning to drag the razor across my thighs, multiple times until my thighs are lined with red like both of my wrists are. I was only going to do a couple of lines, but cutting is really addicting and while it hurt, it took everything else away and made all of my other problems fade. 

Once I'm done with my thighs, I draw some new "designs" on my forearms, making sure that they are covered by my bracelets. 

There's a knock on the door, just as all of the new cuts stop bleeding. "Just a minute!" I yell yanking on a clean pair of black sweatpants and shoving the black box next to my television but behind my stuffed animal. 

I pull my hair into a messy bun before walking over to the door and opening it. Zayn is standing right there. "I brought a peace offering," He says holding up the third Harry Potter film, a bowl of kettle corn, and two mugs of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows submerged.

I sigh and open the door wider. "Fine. But we are watching all of the movies," I reply. He smiles and enters the room, sitting on the bed and pulling the duvets over him already. "Sure climb in my bed why don't you?"

"Thanks," He rolls his eyes and sticks out his tongue.

We spend the rest of the day, bottled up in my room watching Harry Potter films. Around 10 o'clock we put in the last movie. "Don't fall asleep again," He teases me. 

"I won't!" I say and meant it. But try as I might, I fall asleep, cuddled into Zayn's chest for the second night in a row. What makes it so easy for me to relax around Zayn? Is it because I just cut? Because I'm already more relaxed? Because I saved his life? 

Regardless, I had to make sure that I was careful around Zayn and didn't let myself slip. THAT would be bad.

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