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?


3. Stress

Rose POV

After handing the boys over to Harry, I run upstairs to my room. One of my stress relievers for my screwed up life is cutting - it's a bad thing I know, I know. But it keeps me going through the days which is what matters. 

I slice my left wrist seven times behind my locked bedroom door before making my way to the bathroom connected to my room and washing off the red currently trailing down my arm.

I've been cutting for about a year now and no one has noticed. I tried being clean once - it lasted three days. After that I couldn't handle it had to start cutting again. 

Completely calm again, I open my bedroom door to make my way downstairs. "Hey it's Rose right?" A voice calls. I can tell that it's Louis Tomlinson because of all of the interviews I watched when Harry first left. I know each of their voices - not that I want to.

"Yea," I reply, not bothering to look back.

"This is a cool house you have here," He responds, trying to start a conversation. I turn and stop.

"Yup. Best house on the block. Got any other conversation starters?" I retort. He turns his head away. "Didn't think so," I continue making my way downstairs.

I head outside to bring the garbage cans in because it was trash pick up day. When I get back inside I hear voices in the living room. Because I want to watch the tellie, I head in that direction, only to stop and watch when I hear my name. 

"Harry I want to date Rose," Niall says.

"No one is dating my sister. Understand?" Harry asks.

"I have dibs," Louis says ignoring Harry. 

"No I already called dibs,"Zayn replies. 

I march into the living room. "First of all, no one can just call dibs on me. And second of all, I have a boyfriend," I tell them. All of their face turn from shocked to upset except for Harry who seems to be burning holes through my head. 

"Why haven't I met him?" Harry  questions.

"You never asked," I shrug, sitting down and gluing my eyes to the tellie.

"There is no way you are going to date a boy I haven't met," He states.

"I've already been dating him for almost a year. You can't do anything now." I say. As if on cue the doorbell rings.

"I'll get it," He grumbles.

"It's my house," I snap getting up and trying to beat him to the door.

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