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!


24. The Call

  Obviously, my hangover keeps me asleep for a long time, at least fifteen hours. Zayn leaves for home, Perrie having called at least seven times every three hours or so to check on him. If it was me I would check up as well, but that is slightly clingy. Either way, Zayn left a note explaining this and that I should call when I am not drowning in alcohol or guilt or whatever. Doubtful I will do that, I need to figure this mess out. Figure it out soon.

  I sit on the couch, sipping a backwards brandy, as my brother calls them. They are flat sprite, ginger ale, banana smoothie, and milk. Not the best tasting, but with a handful of aspirin it sure helps the stomach and head after a hangover. 

  My phone rings and I sigh, not wanting to speak to Louis or even Zayn. Truly, if I am being honest, I just want to speak to the drunk me and ask her why. Picking it up I see it is Danielle, odd. She refuses to call, she hates speaking on the phone. Must be important, guess I've got to answer.

  "Dani?" I question as I answer the phone, voice higher than I hoped, causing it to sound accusatory. 

  "Hey, yeah I know, I don't call much. But this is superduper important!" She responds, not giving me a second to answer. "So, I know you have a lot going on at the moment, but can you do me a crazy big favor?" She asks in a rush, hesitating at the end, as if holding her breathe.

  "Yeah, I can." I nod, hearing the desperation in her meek voice. 

  "Great, meet me at the hospital in ten? The one on Monroe, Louis' hospital." She states, letting out a deep, relieved breathe. 

  The location sends a shock to my heart, and my voice is a bit more strangle. She can't be hurt too, can she? 

  "Roseanne?" Dani questions, breaking me away from my spiral of worry. 

  "Yeah. Be there soon." I swear before hanging up.

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