Los Angeles—the city where all of your dreams come true. Rosie Jones couldn’t have imagined a life better than the one she’s currently living. She had just moved into a new apartment and meets a guy from across the hall, who has a secret of his own. Everyone warned her about him, but she didn’t listen. What happens when all of your dreams comes crashing down?


10. Nine

“You have to go to the football game Rosie.” My roommate, Adrianna, was begging me to go with her to the tailgate party and the game. Adrianna Jensen wanted to go into Medical school. She was going to be a nurse, but I felt like she was going to pursue the career of being a doctor. She seemed to be the one who had determination to go further in life. As for me, I was majoring in journalism.

She and I were on opposite poles of the spectrum. She was more outgoing than I was, being that she was an activist and always had a positive outlook on life. I always had constant doubts about what my life was really meant for. “Maybe you should go without me.” said I. Adrianna had long red-brown hair and bright green eyes. Between the two of us, she was the much better looking half of this friendship.

“Give me one good reason on why you don’t want to go.” I let out a sigh after trying to search for an answer. She told me to get dressed for the tailgate party. I put on a pair blue skinny jeans and a black top. I paired it with black ankle boots and braided my hair. We headed out to the tailgate party that was held in front of the Quad. There were so many students gathered there. I wasn’t really into football or any sport in general.

Adrianna had gone off to talk to her boyfriend, leaving me in the dust. I didn’t mind. I don’t enjoy parties like this anyway. Not too long after, a boy approached me. He was tall, had brown hair, and brown eyes. He wore a jersey, leading me to assume that he was on the football team. “I’m Liam.” Liam Payne was a Quarterback for our football team. He was also in a few of my classes as well, but he mainly sat in the back with the other guys. Though, he wasn’t as talkative as they were. “Rosie.” 

I took out my phone and dialed Liam’s number. We haven’t spoken since graduation. Liam had become one of my good friends from the college days. I waited two rings before I heard the other end pick up. “Hello?” His voice came through. I was so relieved to hear his voice again. I wasn’t sure where he was living.

“Hi, it’s Rosie Jones.”

“Rosie from college? How’ve you been?” Liam and I had a brief catching up before getting into the main topic. He was the most comfortable person I felt like talking about this with. I started off by talking about my new job before jumping in to how I met Zayn, and then I mentioned about the current situation in that I was in with him. “I don’t know what to do.” I said. Liam suggested that we meet up at my apartment. I didn’t know he was here in Los Angeles.

He said he would be over in about twenty minutes. I hung up the phone after our short phone call. When Liam arrived, I gave him a big hug. It was good to finally see another familiar face. I let him in and offered him a drink. He said water would be just fine. I walked into the kitchen and took out a bottled water for him. He thanked me and opened the bottle to take a drink. “So Rosie, what’s up?” I told him everything since the day I moved here until I slammed the door in Zayn’s face before Liam arrived.

“That Zayn guy sounds like a total dick to me. It just seems like he doesn’t see what he has when he has it. You deserve so much better than that Rosie.” Liam has never failed to make me smile when I really needed it. I didn’t ever admit this to him, but I did have a bit of a crush on Liam in college. The reason why I didn’t think anything would work out was because the two of us had gone our separate ways. I wasn’t in the mood to go anywhere.

I asked Liam to stay the night. I didn’t want to be alone, not after what happened earlier with Zayn. He agreed to stay. I gave him a pillow and an extra blanket for him to sleep on the couch. When I went to bed that night, I couldn’t sleep. I laid wide awake in bed. I heard a quiet knock at my door. Liam’s head poked in. “You too?” he asked. I nodded. He joined me in bed. I cuddled close to him. He wrapped his arm around me to hold me close. In times like this, it was always good to have a friend like Liam.

The next morning, my phone was ringing like crazy. I checked to see that it had been going off for the past two hours. Jane was calling me. I reached over and answered my phone. Jane had been telling me to get my ass over to work. I told her that I’ve decided to take a day off. I didn’t want to go into work today. I knew I was going to see Cheryl.

I didn’t want to face her just yet, not after the Zayn aftermath. I hung up the phone and set it down on the bedside table. When I looked over beside me, Liam wasn’t in bed. I got out and walked down the hallway. Liam was in the kitchen making breakfast or brunch. “I didn’t want to wake you.” said he. He had two plates out on the counter.

“My phone did the job for you.” I smiled. He served me a plate of eggs and bacon before helping himself. He poured me a glass of orange juice to go with my meal. I thanked him for the breakfast. He didn’t really have to put in all that time and effort into making me something. He joined me on the counter. When the two of us started eating, a knock sounded at the door. I stood up and went over to answer the door. To my surprise, it was Zayn. He stood before me with a bouquet of roses. “Zayn?”

“I went to your work earlier to drop by and apologize, but you weren’t there. I figured that you were still home.” After last night, I wasn’t sure if I should accept the roses from Zayn. I crossed my arms over my chest. Liam was still in the other room, probably listening. “I should’ve told you about Cheryl. I was just afraid of how you would react. I felt guilty for hurting you. I know there is no way for me to make it up to you. These roses aren’t probably enough to get you to accept my apology. I understand that you don’t want to see me anymore, so I guess this is goodbye. Rosie, I messed up. I’ve hurt you in so many ways. I hope that one day you’ll forgive me, even if that day is not today.” He handed me the roses and began the walk down the hallway. He wasn’t going into his apartment across the hall? Did Zayn move out?

I didn’t stop Zayn from continuing his walk. I let him go, but I still held the roses in my hands. I entered my apartment and closed the door behind me. “What’s going to happen now?” asked Liam. I stared at the bouquet. I don’t know. I thought silently.

. . .

With Zayn being gone, a part of me suddenly felt empty. It was as if I needed him there to fill up that empty space. I went on about my daily routine. I would wake up in the morning, get dressed while I brewed my coffee and leave for work. I would sit at the computer typing away, editing a rough draft for an article that I would submit for Cheryl. I would eat with Jane during lunch break. I would see Cheryl in her office when I was needed. I would go out and do the interviews when asked.

At the end of the day, I would go home and start all over in the morning. Eventually the roses that Zayn had given to me died and I threw them into the trash. Yet, I felt like a part of me has died along with them. Some small part of me was still with Zayn, still longing for him. I wanted to be around him. I longed for his tender touches. The part of me that’s not with him is the Rosie who didn’t know him.

The Rosie who lived a boring life in a small town in Virginia. Most of the time, I felt like the old Rosie. Liam would make small visits, so would Niall and Jane. Harry and Jade would drop in from time to time as well. Though, it still wasn’t enough. Their company was well needed, but I wanted someone else. I wanted Zayn. I had been warned about dating a bad boy. Yes Zayn had a reputation when it came to women, but I didn’t care. I wanted him.

Zayn was all that I could think about. His black hair, hazel eyes and gorgeous smile. I thought about his beautifully tatted body. I thought about his muscular arms. I thought about how warm he felt when he held me close to him. The way his cologne smelled and how he looked into my eyes when I saw nothing else but the love he had for me. I saw past the bad boy and saw that he was much more than that. He was the poison and I was the cure.

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