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!


13. Torn In Half

  Once we arrived the boys were waiting for us. I semi expected them to be with Louis, I mean he is their best friend; their brother. I didn't have time to ponder why they were not with him, I had to see him, then I could affirm he was okay and stop worrying for the moment. 

  The boys led us in and we all shoved into the elevator anxiously. Every floor we passed made the elevator lurch, which did not help the knots in my stomach loosen. Finally we arrived on his floor and we started to walk down the white-washed corridor to his room.

  "He is awake. Just be careful with him, no confrontations. He is fragile right now." Liam told me, breaking the question-filled, tense air. 

  I nodded in understanding. One part of me, the broken part, told me to run, that this was just another part of his elaborate ruse. The other part of me, the part that still loved Louis, told me to go, that he needed me. I settled on the listening to the second half of me, sincerely hoping it was the wiser of the two. As I propelled myself into his room the boys backed up and sat in the hard chairs with dainty Perrie sat on Zayns' lap.

    Louis' face was haggard and he needed a proper shower to degrease his hair, but other than that he looked spic and span, as always. Even when I had feared for his life he looked as if he had walked off a magazine shoot.

  I sat next to him, shocked when he leaned over to hug me. The grin that had been on his face fell and he stopped short, pulling away when he saw my cold face. We stared at each other for a while, just staring. By that point my leg was bouncing, my nervous tic. I immediately halted the motion, hoping he hadn't noticed. Of course he had though, his eyes missed nothing. 

  A sly smirk crept onto his face, "You were worried." He stated more than asked and I knew I had been caught.

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