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!


18. Uh-Oh

  After staring at where Zayn had trotted off to for about five minutes I composed myself and walked into Louis's room again. Louis was clearly tying to read my face, but I was not letting up, not that easily.

  "Hi Louis," I said calmly, sitting down in the chair beside his bed.

  His face drops when I don't sit beside him. In response to my seating choice he just nods and gives me a short, cold "Hi."

  I sigh and sit on the edge of his way too small bed. Cupping his cold cheeks between my slightly sweaty palms as I lean in and kiss him fiercely

  Of course he is surprised by my quick attack, but he is not going to waste this, and kisses back immediately. Louis was much too caught up in the kiss to even realize that I was barely kissing back, or showing any sign of enjoying this. Although I should, I got my wish: to kiss Louis again.

  My life is just such a mess, I am not even sure how to fix it, let alone be happy about everything again.. Louis may be the best thing to ever happen to me,  but he had also disturbed my life so badly that it was too complicated for even me, the one it is happening to, to understand it.

  I break the sweet kiss and pull away, quick enough to raise a red flag for Louis.

  "What did Zayn say to you, Rosie?" Louis asks, suddenly curious.

  Louis would not fall for another kiss distraction, so I debated whether or not to tell him the honest truth or to lie. The cons outweigh the pros on telling the truth, so I have to come up with a believable story to tell Louis.

  "Well," I start slowly, the gears in my mind spinning, "Zayn asked me why I had kissed you, since I do hate you with every fiber of my being. I made up some story about why I was here and why I almost kissed you. He bought it and then he left." I finish calmly, almost believing it  myself. I smile mentally, proud I came up with that one the spot, even if it is not much of a story.

  His face drops again, confusing me thoroughly, "Why didn't you tell him the truth? That we love each other and made up." He asks, voice low, almost inaudible. 

  "I..I.." I start, trying to find the right words to avoid this mine field.

  "Don't. Stop. I do not want to hear your excuse, save it for someone else." He says, cutting me off and looking away sadly, making my heart break all over again. 

  I nod silently, deciding to leave and let him cool off, blow off some smoke. I peck his cheek swiftly and rush out the door, sick to my stomach with so much guilt I am amazed it all fits in my small, inept body.

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