Nothing is ever impossible (Olly Murs and One Direction)

8. Valentines Day xox

This one is long, but good :P!! Happy Reading!! :D

Rosie’s POV

I turned over to an empty bedside, that wasn’t what I expected, I looked at the clock 7:55am, urgh I thought, I lay on my back and tried to get back to sleep. Today was Valentines Day, the day I could finally give Olly my gift to him, I had been deciding for ages on the perfect moment to ask him, I had thought about it long and hard, and decided today was the best day, it wasn’t a big surprise but I felt it was the right place and right time in our relationship to finally do it. I lay there for 20 minutes or so just thinking about things. But after a while I got rather bored so I carefully got out of bed, trying not to knock my foot. I hobbled over to the bathroom and turned on the bath. That accident had really knocked me for six, the bruising on my side was multicoloured, there were reds and blues and purples and greens! I couldn’t touch it, I couldn’t even bare to look at it, I just wanted to cry, and my ribs too, they hurt, I could only really lie on my back as it was so painful to lie on my side because of the bruising and my ribs. I stopped the tap and slid off my nightie, I gently lowered myself into the bath, it was hot but not too hot, I lay there and closed my eyes.

Olly’s POV

I had gotten up extra early to make sure I had made everything all nice and romantic, for. Niall was down here helping me too; he had an extra special plan in store for Jess.

“So have you got it then?” Niall asked me.

“Yeah it’s here.” I said pointing to the table.

“Oh my Gosh, she’s gonna love it!” he said looking at the table.

“I know, the look on her face will say it all mate!” I told him.

“Haha yeah totally, anyway I’m going upstairs to see Jess, don’t want her waking up to an empty bed.” Niall winked and left.

I took one last look at the table, I smiled. ‘I really hope she likes it’ I thought.

I looked around at everything, and smiled, I knew today was gonna be epic.

I went upstairs and into Rosie’s room; she wasn’t there.

“Rosie?” I said in the room… no response. “Rosie?” I said again, still no response…weird. I went to the bathroom. I knocked on the door but it opened.

“Rosie, why didn’t you answer me?” I said to her, she was standing in front of the bathroom mirror. She looked up at me in the reflection, her eyes were red and wet. “Hey, what’s up?” I said hugging her gently as not to hurt her.

“They’re so ugly… like me.” She said.

“What are babe?” I asked puzzled.

“These.” She said removing my hands from around her and dropping her towel to her waist. “These.” She pointed to her bruises on her side, they were all different shades of blue, red and purple.

“Course they’re not.” I reassured her. They looked awful and I couldn’t believe my baby girl had got such terrible marks.

“They are Olly, just look at them!” she protested. She turned round to me, a tear falling down her cheek, I wiped it away with my finger, I hated seeing her sad, it made me sad too. “You’re not denying it are you Olly?” she looked at me.

“What?” I said.

“You agree don’t you…… that they’re ugly…… like me.” She said turning back to the mirror, another tear falling.

“What?! Don’t be ridiculous, you are far from ugly, your beautiful, perfect even, you’re my girl and I love every single part of you with all my heart, yes, those bruises aren’t beautiful, but if they belong to you then that doesn’t matter. Come here.” I said giving her a hug. “Don’t ever believe it if someone tells you your not beautiful, because you are, I said taking her hands in mine and looking into her eyes.” She looked at me and smiled. She leaned into me and kissed my lips so softly. When she came out, she looked into my eyes.