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!


21. Hungover In a Hospital

  My eyes dry and drooping I force them open tiredly and rub them with my right hand, the smell of liquor hitting me hard. No way had I passed out at the bar, I would not have done that, no matter how drunk. Plus, whatever I am laying on is far too comfortable for a bar, but not comfortable enough for me to be in my or Harry's' bed.

  Fully opening my eyes, looking around even though the lights make my eyes burn like I was staring straight at the sun. This obviously was not my room, nor was it Harry's. It was also far too sterile to be a bar.

  My mouth falls open when I see where I am. I am in a hospital room, but it cannot be mine, because there are no tubes or wires connected to me in anyway, and if I was here for me it is most likely a nurse would have left me Advil. Now, though, I realize that it is actually Louis' hospital room. I only know that because his phone is next to me, the room looks like his, and the blanket I bought for him two years ago is at the bottom of the bed.

  Louis is not in the bed, although I am. My only problem? I am bare, naked, completely and utterly nude. With how drunk I was who knows what happened, but I sure can guess. We most likely did what we did last time I was pretty drunk. We played rock, paper, scissors, shoot until I was full out naked and doing any dares that he suggested. It is the only thing I will subject myself to when drunk, the only logical claim.

  I stand and grab my clothes which are sprawled across the white floor and I slip them on painfully and dizzily. I am highly hungover and I must have fallen quite a few times last night because my knees, arms, and just legs in general are aching so painfully it brings tears to my eyes.

  Being who I am, and not wanting to talk to Louis in the least, I grab what I need and walk out of the hospital room. I ignore every nurse and doctor who glances at me cross-eyed; they are only doing it because of how early I am at the hospital.

  It is smarter for me to just go back to my place and talk to Louis later, he would not be here long anyway. Today they were just taking out his stitches and check everything to make sure he is okay and to make sure there is no brain damage. I don't even know why he would bring me, but I guess I can always ask him later when I see him next.

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