Apart- Miniminter FF

Chapter 22

Rosie's P.O.V.

I hadn't fully fallen asleep and I was listening to Josh and Simon's entire conversation. It was all my fault that Simon had lost who he was. I was the source of every problem in his life. It sucked that it was me that caused him to change. But he had changed me as well. I didn't know if we were right for each other or not but I have never felt the way I feel with him with anyone else.

Like I have said before Simon and I are very toxic. We haven't found the way to fix the toxicity. I don't know that we ever will find a way either. Our relationship had gotten to the point where his friends, our friend, where the only people keep us together. I mean we wanted nothing more than to be with each other. We just weren't the couple we wanted to be. We wanted to be that loving adventurous couple that doesn't get bored or fight. We wanted to be that perfect couple. It was unrealistic but we knew it could be done.

We had fought for so long to get something we couldn't reach and all that effort took a toll on us. Every step we took just didn't feel like we were making any advancements. It's what drove me to just push myself to my own bubble. I thought that it was me. He was happy before me. He didn't need me. It was my go to excuse. It's how I ended up in the hospital.

I wanted nothing more than for him to be happy. Nothing more than for him to be that we all knew and loved. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to be there for him. I wanted to be the girl of his dreams. But the way everything was going I don't think it is possible. Us working in a relationship was just something neither of us were good at.

I fell asleep shortly after I heard Josh and Simon stop talking. When I woke up Simon was still here. Sitting in his chair watching over me. When he noticed I had woken up he instantly perked up putting on the fakest smile I've ever seen him share. "Hi Mini." I said quietly.

"Morning, well afternoon Rosie." He moved his chair over closer to my bed and faced me. "How was your nap?" It was alright. I mean a reoccurring nightmare came every time I fell asleep but I wasn't going to tell him that. I kept it simple.

"Mini can I talk to you about something?"

"Of course what's going on?" Right as I opened my mouth to say something the doctor walked in. He took me away for testing. I hated this. It seems like things seem to happen at the worst times. Like out of all the times the doctor could have chosen why was it now? I got back eventually but Simon had left. I was again tired. Ethan was there though. I guess Simon had called him in for reinforcements while he left.

"Ashley!" Ethan called as I was rolled back into my room.

"Behzyboo!" I said with a smile on my face. I missed him a lot. Ethan always knew how to make me happy. It was different than anyone else could make me feel. It's not like he was a brother or a best friend it was something far different and I could never wrap my head around what he actually felt like to me. No I didn't think of him as my boyfriend either.

"You're talking." He smiled putting his feet up on my bed while sitting on the chair next to my bed. "Wow I kind of forgot what you sounded like."

"You haven't been watching countless amount of videos to hear my voice I'm surprised!" I joked with him. "You've hurt my feelings." I put my casted arm to my chest.

"Oh shut up." He let out a laugh which instantly pulled a smile to my face. "Sorry I haven't been here in a few days. I've missed you."

"Don't worry about it. I've pretty much slept most of the time anyways." I sighed and looked away from him. No smile was on my face as I thought about how much time Simon had spent with me. How much I was ruining his life.

"Oi what are you thinking about?" He could tell something was up. He was good at reading me. I tried to push it away but there was no avoiding it.

"Just how much I've ruined Simon's life." Ethan went to speak but I didn't allow him. "I overheard him and Josh talking earlier. He even himself said he's lost himself. He said he doesn't even know if he'll ever be "miniminter" again. The OG miniminter." I tried not to cry while talking about it. "Behz, I think that maybe I need to go home." Ethan took his feet off my bed and sat up and got closer to me.

"There is no way in hell I, nor any of the guys, are going to let you go back to your parents. No way. Never. Not going to happen." He looked over at my door but before I could turn my head to look to see who was standing there, there was no one.

"I can't be here. I'm ruining everything for you guys. Your content, your friendship, I'm changing your best friend. Ethan I'm the route of all problems. I always have been. I don't think I can date Simon anymore." I shook my head but grabbed it in pain and took a few seconds before continuing my conversation. "I know that we are supposed to be together. Trust me. I know that he's the one for me and I'm probably the one for him. And I love your idiot of a best friend more than anything and anyone else in this world. I have had 2 months to think about things."

"Do you think that he needs to move on and so do you?"

"Honestly?" He shook his head yes. "Yes." I held my breath and closed my eyes.

"Once you end you need to realize that it's not going to happen again. You understand that? Simon will move on and you can't come back in 2 months and say Mini I want you back." Ethan was looking at me when I opened my eyes again. "The decision you make will be your final decision. You can't keep breaking his heart."

"We need to move on." Simon entered the room as I said it. I couldn't even look at him. I tried not to cry. Ethan got up and walked out of the room with Simon. I heard them talking outside the door as I fell asleep.

I had made the decision to end it. It happened. Things were ended. When I got out of the hospital I had nothing. I refused to allow the boys to see me at the hospital anymore. They had no clue that I had gotten out. I found out that I had no house to go back to. I had no clothes I had nothing. A broken girl was left homeless and wandering.

I was one a part of something great. I had the best of friends. I had an amazing job. I had a boyfriend. I had fans. I had support. I had a family. All because of my own mistakes I lost it all. To this day I don't know whether or not to call them mistakes. It was time to learn myself all over again. To pull myself out of this pit of hell.

My 22 birthday was spent alone. I always had my life planned out. Since the day I hit middle school I planned it all out. Maybe I had strayed off the path a bit by moving to the UK. But that didn't mean everything I had planned my life out to be had to change. It did though.

I wanted to be something great. I wanted to be remember. I wanted to make an impact. I wanted to change people's lives. I wanted everything figure out before I turned 22. I wanted to be on the way to kids and being married. I wanted my life to be steady and on track but I was further than I ever was from my goals as I reached 22.

It was time to start over. Plan my life all over again or just go with what happens. Either way the day I stepped out of the hospital was the start of something new. Dreams, goals, and aspirations changed daily because they changed with the person I was becoming.

November 17, 2017 was the day that changed my life forever. I hope you are ready for the new, or maybe very old adventure.