Take Your Time (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 24

Rosie looked around her half packed flat, the more she saw that was ready to move the more she wanted to crumble.

The green eyed girl doesn't know where she and Declan stand and the possibility of them moving in together in a week seems slim. But she was done with crying, she had no more tears, no more energy to spend. The only reason she came home was to grab more clothes. After barely seeing her boyfriend two nights ago Rosie couldn't be alone in her flat.

Her parents of course said she can stay at the house for as long as she wants. When Rosie went to pack a bag though, she wasn't sure how much to grab.

It scared her not knowing how long this will last, and with each hour she doesn't hear from Declan she felt more and more disconnected from him. In a time like this that's the last thing she needs, she so desperately wants him by her side. And at this point Rosie wasn't even sure if she was sad anymore, but more angry, hurt.

The green eyed girl zipped up her suitcase, grabbing enough clothes to last her a week, in her mind preparing for a bit of a stay. And after making sure she had her bathroom things and her school stuff Rosie made her way toward the door.

As soon as she swung it open though she froze, Declan being on the other end with his arm raised ready to knock.

"U-uhm, hi," the Irish lad swallowed nervously before noticing all of her bags, "where are you going?"

Finally seeing him Rosie didn't know what to think, her heartbeat becoming almost nonexistent as everything from the past four days crashed on top of her, "I'm heading to my parents... Can't really be alone right now."

In a second his face filled with guilt and could barely look her in the eye, but had to keep his head up, "can we maybe talk?" Declan asked quietly.

"Well I could say no and close the door," Rosie raised her eyebrows at him, hating that she felt herself grow angry.

Declan opened his mouth, but nothing came out, only sinking in on himself more, "I-... I fucked up, I know," he barely said, "but if we sit and talk we can figure this out..." his nerves were showing with how his girlfriend was looking at him so hurt, "please bug..."

Rosie bit her lip, looking at him for a moment and seeing him silently pleading. She wanted to fix this, she wanted to make things right, but there was no hiding that there was a scar on their relationship.

The green eyed girl moved aside to let him in and put her bags down, trying to even her breathing and organize her thoughts as he walked in.

Declan looked around at all the boxes, his flat very much the same and everything ready to move. But after the past few days he wasn't so sure of the reality of that happening, and he only blamed himself.

The two shuffled to the couch, an uncomfortable heaviness hanging in the room as they sat.

The blue eyed boy wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, telling himself to keep breathing as Rosie looked at him dismally, "love I-... I'm so sorry," he breathed out as he shook his head, "I abandoned you when you needed me the most."

"You did," Rosie couldn't take her gaze off him, already seeing tears pool in his eyes but she was past that, "do you not see how terrified I am?" she looked at him with raised eyebrows, "and you ran away."

Declan sniffled to himself, quickly wiping his eyes as he nodded, "I know... You were there for me when I was off me meds, and I want to be there for you, I do," he said shakily, "but it's just hard."

"You want to know what's hard Declan?" Rosie asked, knowing she had a slight edge to her voice, "carrying a baby, that's hard," she said firmly.

She couldn't hide it, she was mad. As heartbroken as she was when Declan didn't want to talk to her, it was replaced with anger once she woke up and she stayed that way. Rosie knew she had a slight lapse when talking with her pop about the baby, but the 18 year old knew what she was going to do no matter what. She just wished her boyfriend was there for her the way he should be.