Addicted || HS

Forty-eight (Forget)

~Previously on Addicted~
Don't do this. Don't harm yourself.

Do it. You need to feel the pain.

You can do this. It's simple. Just do the cut and it will all be gone. Everything will be gone. Gone.

Thick red blood creeping out of my skin. Tingling its way down my wrist.

"What the fuck are you doing? Are you insane?!"

"You fucking need help. You're a mental psycho!"

Don't be with Harry. He doesn't love you.

"I hate you."

I want my life back.

"Rose? Is this you honey?"

"Mom?"
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Rose POV

"Mom?" I ask again.

This can't be real. All of this has to be a dream. I'm just having those kind of dreams that are horrible and I will wake up soon, and none of this would have happened.

Except that it did.

"Yes it's me Rose." She answers with a small crack at the end.

We both stayed quiet. What do I say? Do I tell her that I miss her? Did I even miss her?

"Rose." She begins to speak. "Please come back." A sound comes out a little after she finished speaking. It sounded like she broke into tears.

"Mom I-"

"Rose I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a horrible mother. I'm sorry for not being there for you." Her crying gets stronger, and my eyes begin to water.

I feel like I have to go back. That I have to go back with her and my family. But I have a choice, and I feel like I should live life.

"Mom I can't. So many things have happened and I feel like I should just take a brake from everything. And because I also don't have money."

I feel horrible for saying that, but I mean she is the one who kicked me out to begin with. But I was the one who was involved with the accident of her losing the baby. God all of this is giving me a headache.

"Rose please-"

"Mom no. I won't go back. Now please do me a favor and don't try to contact me ever again." I hang up on her before throwing it against the floor, and stepping on it several times until it's all shattered against the floor.

I feel like I was rude. But she was the one who stopped loving me. Did she?

Okay I need to forget all of this. I need to forget about the call with my mom, Shadow, and most importantly, Harry. I really need to forget Harry.

I start to walk. The freezing air hitting my face with all its strength. Damn I should have brought a jacket.

This sucks. Not that it's cold, but everything. I was just kidnapped by Shadow, raped by him and almost died because of him. Actually all of that wouldn't have happened if Harry would have just sit his ass down and not be stubborn.

But look at me. I'm pathetic for ever thinking that I will find love someday, especially with Harry.

Harry is just lost. He doesn't know what he wants with life. All he wants is to have fun. He wants to bang girls, smoke, and get so drunk he would wake up the next day with a unicorn tattoo on his forehead.

But look at me again. I'm going nowhere with my life. I don't have a job, I just lost a place to sleep because I'm not going back with Harry and I just suffered through a mental illness.

Now that is life! Note the sarcasm?

I need to just go somewhere where I can just flush everything down the drain. Somewhere where I can dance my way through a moment.

Then I stopped walking. I know exactly where I should spend the rest of the day.
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It didn't take me long to come across a club. It's already past six in the evening and the sky is already getting dark.

When I open the door to the bar my nose meets a strong odor of sweat and alcohol. The sweat seems like it's coming from all the body's dancing on the dance floor at the middle of the place.

I walk in and I bump into someone, a tall muscular man wearing all black.

"I.D?" He asks. His deep voice was clear over the loud music, and his shirt looked so tight on him, like if his muscles where about to make it pop right off of him.

"I don't have one." I answer. Ugh! Why do people need an I.D to get in a club? What if I just want to dance?! I need to be old enough??

"Then I guess you can't come in-" The man is then interrupted by another man's voice.

"She's with me." A man says. He's in a angle where the light isn't near him, so I can't see who it is.

The man nods and lets me go in. I look around to then find the guy who let me in. I move a little closer to him, making him visible.

He has a beautiful ocean blue color eyes and his blond hair with dark brown roots is put up in a leaned quiff.

It's Niall.

"Niall?"

"That's my name." He answers, taking a sip of his beer.

"Its been a while." I say.

The awkwardness grows in between us like a fungus. I never had a conversation with him.

"Do you want to sit...and talk?" He asks, looking a little embarrassed.

"I actually wanted to-" I stop myself. I want to forget about things, so maybe talking to someone who I never had any bad memories with can help me a little. Right?

"Actually sure." I say. He nods before leading me to a booth at the corner of the place, where the light isn't too bright, the smell of sweat fades away, and the music doesn't ache.

He holds a finger up. "Let me go grab you a drink first." He says, walking away before giving me a chance to speak.

He comes back minutes after with four beers. He sets them on the table before sitting down on the booth with me. He opens a beer for me and then one for himself.

"Thanks." I say before taking a sip of my beer. The bitter taste prickles my tongue and its way down my throat. The taste is too acid like and disgusting, but I need the alcohol to do effect in my body.

"So why are you here?" He asks, setting his beer on the table.

I stare deeply into his eyes. Looking into his eyes are like looking into a different universe. One where problems don't exist, and you can touch the stars.

I look away so I can be able to answer him without distraction.

"I came here just to forget."

He chuckles while the rim of the bottle is rested on his lips before taking a sip.

"Me too. I just got out of a relationship." The words come out of his mouth smooth. He looks too calm to have gotten out of a relationship.

"What happened?" I ask, wanting to continue the conversation.

"I found her in bed with another man." He looks down, then back up and lets out a small laugh.

"It's funny how people keep on searching for something that is just going to hurt them in the end." He begins to speak and paused for a second to take a sip of his beer.

"Like love. We're obsessed on wanting to possess it, when it will end up possessing us."

That is when I lost it. My eyes were too deep into his, and there was no escape. I moved in a little closer to him, barely leaving space in between us. I put a hand behind his neck, and I pull him closer to me. I crash my lips into his, taking control. Possessing him. Having him.

All mine, and the rest of the world was all forgotten.
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You got me in chains. You got me in chains for your love. But I wouldn't change. No I wouldn't change this love.
❤️❤️❤️NICK JONAS❤️❤️❤️
-WaleskaRomo