What I Thought Was Love

Chapter Fourteen

I laid in bed. There was nothing I could do, I have no tears left to cry. ‘I wish you were here mom, you would tell me what to do.” I quietly whispered to myself. I closed my eyes and buried myself in my bed, then drifted off to sleep.

 I heard my front door open, it frightened me at first but I remembered that Harry still needed a place to sleep. It was only ten o’clock so I got out of my bed and decided that Harry and I needed to talk.

 Harry was sitting on the couch with take out Chinese food and a vase of roses. He looked up at me, his face red and his eyes puffy.

“Listen Rose, I didn’t mean to ruin things with you and Niall. I’m sorry,” he walked over to me and gave me a rose. I wrapped my arms around him, and he knew that was forgiveness enough. “You hungry? I got some Chinese.”

“Yes!” I laughed and ran over to get some food. Harry didn’t come to get any food though, he stood still.

“You having any?” I questioned him.

“I feel like we need to talk, what happened earlier? Why don’t you like people calling you Rose?” Harry turned to face me.

“Oh.” A lump formed in my throat and I stared at my lap, trying to keep from crying. Just then, I felt Harry’s arm wrap around my shoulders.

“You can tell me Rosemarie.” He said lifting my chin to look at him.

“My mom was the only person who ever called me Rose, she developed breast cancer when I was a young girl and died only a year later.”

“Rosemarie, I’m so sorry.” He said pulling me in for a hug.

“It’s okay. But did you mean what you said earlier?”

“What?” Harry gave me a questioningly look.

“That I deserve better than Niall?”

“Yes. I truly believe there is so much more to you then your banging body.” Harry said jokingly. I slapped him on the chest as I tried not to laugh. “Ouch! You’re quite abusive today!” Harry laughed.

We ate Chinese food and talked for a while, then decided to go to bed. I thanked Harry for everything and told him if he needed anything he could come in and wake me up.

It was around 3 am when I felt someone shaking me. I rubbed my eyes and leaned over to turn on my lamp. I rolled over and it was Harry, he was only wearing black boxers and staring at me intently.

“Harry!” I yelled surprised.

“I need you to know something.” He looked at me nervously.

“Okay…” I said unsure.

“I really like you.”

I laughed, “I really like you too.”

“No, Rosemarie, more than friends.”

I couldn’t say anything back. I liked Harry, I might be falling for him, but I’m not sure.

“Oh, I see.” I saw Harry’s face sadden. He must have sensed the confusion I was having. So he kissed me on the forehead and left my room.

“I understand, goodnight love.”

“Cool.” I thought to myself. Now I’m going to be up all night wondering what will happen tomorrow with Harry.