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!


10. I See You, Or Do I?

  I was in a papery thing hospital gown and my stature was odd. I was leaning into Zayn, still a bit woozy from whatever drugs they had given me. They assured me the effects would wear off soon, not that I cared. I only cared about Louis. I knew I shouldn't, he was the one that hurt me, but I guess the saying is true: Love makes you do stupid things.

  I took a deep lingering breath before stepping into his large room, fame does have its perks. A nurse was looming over him, fixing his disgruntled sheets, but when we walked in she sauntered out. Louis' head was bandaged, face pale and drawn; his normally vibrant blue eyes a dull grey color. He slowly looked up at us, eyes widening at the sight. When he realized who stood only heartbeats away he gasped and sat up with visible force.

  "R-Rosie..." He breathed out, eyes intent on my flushed features.

  The boys helped me stumble over to a blue, faux leather chair next to his cot and sit down. The boys dragged their feet as they walked out of his room, a bit hesitant to leave us alone, but they did. I pursed, my lips as I met his awe-stricken gaze.  

  "Hi Louis." Is all i can mumble out without tears falling or my voice cracking, thanks to the god-darn lump in my throat.

  "Are you okay?" He asked as he gave me a once over, seeing that I was in a fluttering hospital gown and a pair of old sneakers; courtesy of Liam.

  I nodded slightly before mumbling out "You?"

  He chuckled lightly, a sound I missed dearly. "Oh yeah, just attacked and almost killed. I've never been better." He joked, trying to lighten the mood, as always.

  It didn't work and I glared at him with barely any effort. He tried to scowl back, but his face just wouldn't contort. Not even for the evil eye, his anger, no matter how fake, just dissolved into nothingness. 

  "I am so very sorry, Rosie." He whispered out.

  I wasn't quite sure what he was sorry for, but the anger in my system was still going strong, so I snapped out "Stop calling me that! My name is Roseanne to you!"

  He cringed back, visibly shaken, as if I had slapped him. Pity and self-loathing hit me like a tidal wave, but I shoved it aside. 

  "You know, I really feel for it. I fell for it, I cannot believe how stupid I am." I muse, looking out the window.

  "Fell for what?" His voice was confused, his words reverberating inside my empty head. 

  "You! Your lies! Everything!" I ground out through my gritted teeth, jaw clenched.

  "What lies?" He pondered out loud.

   I shook my head, laughing sarcastically at his dumb facade. "How you loved me, I know I loved you. You are such a better actor than anyone gives you credit for. I should have left , instead I let you break me." I murmured sadly.

  "Then why didn't you? Run I mean; Why didn't you run? Why stay?" He asks softly.

  I answered simply "I don't know if there was ever a choice, really. I was already in too deep." I stood looking at him once more as I said "Now, I do. All because of your sadistic little game." With that I walked out, leaving him stranded on the bed with no way of chasing after me.


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