The Broken Beat |One Direction|HS|

Chapter 21

“Mom! Dad!” I yelled “Help me!”

Tears were streaming down my face, but I didn’t care. Without even a glance back at me, they ran.

Someone grabbed me by the sleeve of my shirt and pulled me into their van. I couldn’t fight back, not because I didn’t want to, but because I had no will to. I could feel my heart withering away to hide in the darkest corner if my soul. They bound my wrists and feet with hoarse rope; it hurt. I could feel my mouth was being muffled. I felt someone with revolting breath whisper into my ear,

“Let’s see mommy and daddy save you from this, Princess.”

But something was different. The hands that were holding me captive were shoved off. The revolting breath was gone. My hands and feet were no longer bound and my mouth wasn’t muffled anymore.

Arms encircled me as I wept. Looking up, I stared into the familiar eyes of the five boys that just saved my life.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe now.”

~

Someone shaking me woke me up.

“Rosie, are you okay?”

Green eyes were staring down at me worriedly.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just a bad dream.” I say, looking at him.

“Zayn wasn’t kidding when he said your dreams are horrid.” He says, shocked.

“Are they that bad?” I ask, biting my lip.

“Yeah, they are.” He says quietly, “I thought something was happening to you. I don’t want anything to happen to you Rosie.”

I get out of bed and stand next to Harry.

What did that dream mean? Why did it change?

We stare at each other awkwardly for a couple of moments before I change the subject.  

“So where are the rest of the boys?” I ask.

The bus was completely quiet and I realized we weren’t moving.

“They went out to eat.” He says, “They’ll bring some back, just in case you’re hungry.”

“Why didn’t you go with them?” I ask the curly headed boy.

“I didn’t want to leave you all alone.” He says, “And I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He finishes as his eyes drift to my right side, where my scar is.

“I’m guessing you guys were pretty freaked out about my scar?” I ask quietly.

“Yeah, freaked out. Definitely.” He agrees.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you guys to see that.” I say, looking at the ground.

“You have nothing to be sorry about Love,” he says, nudging me on the arm, “Why don’t we go to the living room, yeah? It kind of cramped in here.”

“Yeah, sure.” I say, following him out of the hallway.

We sit on opposite couches, the small coffee table between us. Harry looks at me.

“Rosie, I’m sorry. I know I’ve said it before, but I’m sorry.” He finishes pleadingly.

“It’s fine Harry, really.” I said, shaking my head.

 “No, it’s not.” He says, determined, “I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you for not wanting to talk about you family. I was being childish and wrong.”