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?


11. Saved

Zayn POV

My brain is foggy about what happened. I remember hitting my head and falling into the water, trying to breathe underneath but only inhaling water before everything had faded to black. When I woke up, Rose was hovering over me, her wet hair falling in curls beside her but she doesn't seem to notice. My head pounds, and I feel like a pile of bricks keeps falling on my head over and over again. 

I notice that her face has bruises on it, and I try to remember it being like that before. She gives Liam a command before running off. Suddenly paramedics are here and I'm being put on a gurney. I hate doctors, so I was trying to keep from panicking. When I saw Rose again she was trying to get in the back of the ambulance with me and I noticed her face was normal again - had I just imagined it? Now that I think about it, her whole body was covered in bruises wasn't it? The medic told her family only so she lied and said she was my girlfriend when she saw my worried look. 

The medic let her in and she took my hand, squeezing it reassuringly. While the medics were temporarily bandaging me and putting an oxygen mask on my face, I kept looking at her and finding comfort. When I was rushed off at the hospital, I just kept thinking about Rose, trying to calm me down. 

I grimaced the whole time that I got stitches and was given an exam to determine if I had a concussion. The doctor called her in as my girlfriend and said no sexual intercourse for a couple of days and both of us blushed.

I was really excited when they said I could go home, but I was still confused on what happened. I was taken to the car in a wheelchair even though I insisted I could walk. The ride home was pretty, and Rose kept biting her lip and avoiding everyone's eyes.

When we got back to the house, she wrapped an arm around me and made my hand go around her shoulder. "I can walk," I protest, but she just shushes me. I sigh and let her lead the way to the living room, but I don't put any of my weight on her.

My headache is just as bad as before, except now I can think straight. The boys told me on the way home that as soon as I had fallen in, Rose called to Harry and then she dove in after me, grabbing me by the waist and swimming to the surface before dragging me out of the pool and giving me CPR. As soon as they said that, I reached my fingers up and traced my lips, unhappy that I didn't remember what it was like to have her lips on mine. 

It's just as she helps me down on the couch that I truly realize how much I like her and want her to be mine. She gives me a blanket and grabs a pillow, motioning for me to lay down. The rest of the boys stand on the edges of the room and smirk at me, except for Harry who is staring worriedly at her. 

"I'm going to make you some tea. Don't get up," She demands, looking straight at me. She leaves the room and everyone sits down.

"Lads?" I ask. They all look at me. "Was I just imagining it or is her body covered in bruises?" I question quietly.

"It wasn't your imagination," Louis says, equally as quiet. I look to Harry and his body is rigid with anger and his knuckles are white. 

Niall turns on the tellie, trying to distract us as we wait for Rose. She comes in a couple of minutes later with cups of tea for everyone. "Which one's yours?" Harry asks Rose, trying to keep his composure.  She points to one with cream and sugar - the opposite of the type she was drinking the other day when Jason came over and they were "sharing" a cup.

With no where else to sit except the floor, Rose lifts up my feet and sits down, putting them back on her lap and handing me a mug. She puts the recliner out and we all watch as she settles into the corner of the couch, adjusting the bangles on her wrist even though they can't be seen because of her sweatshirt. 

"I don't think I've had the opportunity to say thank you Rose," I tell her, cutting Harry off before he can say what he wants to. 

"Anybody would've done the same," She brushes it off. 

"She reacted instantly," Louis says, keeping this conversation going to avoid confronting her about the bruises. "There was no hesitation, she dove right in," He insists. 

"It's not that big of a deal," She shakes her head, taking a sip of tea.

"You saved my life. I owe you," I reply. 

"So Rose," Harry says. She looks up. "Why are you drinking your tea differently?" He questions.


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