Last First Kiss

Stockholm Syndrome

Harry's POV

I pulled the phone away from my ear, feeling my chest get heavy. I couldn't hold back the waterfall of tears that streamed down my face. She was dead.

I threw my phone at the wall as hard as I could, watching the pieces hit the floor. How could this happen? How could I let this happen?

I crouched down next to my bed, burrying my head in my knees. She's really gone.....

And its all my fault....

Rose's POV

"Who was that?" I asked, as my best friend reentered the room. She walked slowly towards my dresser and placed the phone on top.

"Oh...it was no one. Let's just watch the movie...."

I watched as Ella sat down at the end of my bed with a worried look on her face.

"Ella....who was that?" I asked sternly.

She continued to stare at the sheets.

"Ella!"

"What!" She announced. I sat back, appalled.

"Who was that? On the phone?"

She eased her attention and looked over at the remote.

"Just forget about it...."

I grabbed the remote from her reach and crossed my arms.

"Ella.....who was it?"

I started to feel nervous as she remained silent. Why wouldn't she tell me?

"I said don't worry about it....It was...uh...just an...ex......from my past. He, uh, wanted to talk..."

"Ella....I heard you. Someone was asking for me....who was it?"

Ella's POV

I stared off into space, trying to clear the subject. I couldn't bring myself to tell her it was him. Especially what I had said....

"Don't worry about it..." I said again.

This time she looked worried.

"Ella..." She accused.

"Its no one. Trust me..."

"Ella! I'm serious! Tell me who it was!"

"HARRY! OK!? But he didn't ask for you...."

Rose's POV

"What the heck, Ella? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Trust me you don't want him.."

"What are you... Talking... About?"

I stared coldly into my friend's face. She stared right back sympathetically.

"He left you, Rose. Why do you want him so bad?"

I grabbed my chest, feeling the air leave it.

"I love him.....and he loves me."

She started to turn red.

"Then why did he let you die...."

I wiped the waterworks from my eyes as she got up from the bed.

"Get out...." I demanded. She looked at me angrily.

"No! I'm not gonna let you do this to yourself! I mean look at you...."

I looked down at the bed, not wanting to say a word.

"What did he say....?" I asked without eye contact.