My name is Roseanne Martinez,but most people refer to me as Rose or Rosie. I was in love. Actually I still am. He never loved me back though. He was just another popstar,that likes to crush hearts. I should have seen through his perfect reputation. No one ever threw him hate. Even if he broke their hearts,they just pretended it was their fault. I don’t think I can do that. No,I won’t, I cannot! I will make a mess of his facade,I will make a mockery of him! He will not win this game. He picked the wrong player to knock down,now he WILL pay the price. I just wonder how long he will try to stay on top. I will be on top in the end. Or will I? Read on and find out!
A/N: This is sucky,sorry. I personally think the story is actually better. Please read it,it would mean a lot to me!


27. A New Life? Or Just More Problems Arising?

Mikey listened dutifully, one of his major strengths. By the time I got to this point in time I was sobbing, and he's holding me flush to his psalter chest. It doesn't matter if I hurt Mikey, he can take it. At least, that's what he's always said.

Eventually, Mikey starts to tell me about everything, and how it will be ok. He explains some quick fixes and such. He's very good at calming me down and soon we are laughing at old times.

Obviously, I leave only a few hours later since he needs rest, but I know this won't be the end. I'll be back tomorrow and every day until Mikey can come home with me. Wherever home really is, my apartment, or somewhere new.


Months have passed. Four to be exact. Mikey helped me patch up some things. Zayn, Louis, and I all had a long talk about what I had done that drunk night. Neither were happy with me in the least, but they didn't seem to mind too much when I informed them that I would be doing some serious thinking about who to chose and such.

Although, I had fixed those things over, temporary or not, not everything was smoothed out. We still haven't found Louis' assailant. In all actuality, I don't think they're really trying. I mean, no one has made much effort and either way, it must be a hard job.

That's not my only new problem though... Apparently, the night I was drunk did something more than shock me and send Louis and Zayn into a small feud in which neither of them speak, nor do they hang out. That one fateful night also created a new life. A new life being created and my stomach.

I found out only last week. Mikey realized it. I mean, I had sex recently, so that should have tipped me off, but I'm just so blonde sometimes. I feel sick every morning and eat like a pig and have been gaining a few pounds and I didn't think a thing of it. I didn't even consider it when I still haven't gotten my period! I should have.

Now, what I've got to figure out, is who the hell is the father of this baby and what the hell am I going to do?

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