Rosie || h.s.

4.5- Harry

5 days before

hadn't been this mad in ages.

the day had started fine, the whole car fiasco slowing leaving my system with each passing of rosies fingers in my hair.

I was trying to avoid anything but Rosie. everything ticking me off in the worst way possible. even fletcher just sitting silently on the couch on his phone made me upset for no reason. but in Karen's van, rosies fingers in my hair as we waited for school to start I was finally content after a sleepless night of wanting to beat the shit out of max.

we had to get up at the butt fucking crack of dawn to take Karen to work, the twins to school, and to pick up Rosie so we could share the one car. I didn't mind it because now I could sit in the empty parking lot and wait with Rosie for more time than usual. fletcher was going to come to school with his friends who he had spent the rest of the night preparing for their little concert we would be attending tomorrow night.

"Harry?" Rosie asked braiding and unbraiding the curls she had selected to play with.

"hum?" I asked looking up from where my head rested uncomfortably from the way I was laying all bent in the front seat.

"I um," she scrunched up her face, "don't make a big deal out of it,"

"of what?" I asked lifting my hands to still hers, I sat up as she fixed her skirt.

"I um- well last night my parents made me open all my college letters and..."

I could feel my eyes go wide, I suddenly wanted to make a big deal about it but pinched my mouth shut. Rosie didn't like to talk about college things mostly because I knew her parents were her driving force in doing college in the first place. but I was always proud of everything she did.

"I got into all the schools we applied for," she whispered biting at her bottom lip not looking pleased with this news.

I tried to contain the excitement I felt for her. I'd never felt so proud of someone and yet she didn't seem proud of herself. I had been waitlisted for several colleges and getting accepted into the one I wanted to attend most. it was the best I could have expected and I was content with it but I was over the fucking moon for Rosie. but watching her face set as if she didn't care about it was worrying. Rosie cared about school more than I did and that wasn't a lot but she cred more than anyone I could think of.

"and..."

"and they are all for biology-based careers,"

"but I thought-" I cut myself off when she shook her head not wanting to go on any further.

Rosie had said many times she wanted to teach but she never expressed that to her parents who I several times wanted to strangle over the way they forced things onto her without even really being in her life. it was complete bullshit but Rosie believed that since they were paying it was up to them what she did.

"we're having a celebration dinner in three days or so, my family, max's, you and Fletcher, hopefully. they can't take that away from me,"

"ill be there," I say not wanting to push the topic, I knew she would figure it out, knew she was stubborn enough to leave me out of it as to now have me get worried or angry.

"thank you," she smiled but it wasn't genuine as she pressed her head into my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her, puller her as close as I could in the space we were in.

"always love, you dont even have to ask,"

it didn't take long before we had to go to class, and it certainly didn't take long before max fucking arnold ruined everything.