We Can't Change.

Rosie's P.O.V

Alone. Is a feeling I know all too well. Everyone sees a bubbly, happy and smiling sixteen year old girl. What everyone doesn't see is the pain that I'm internalizing. It will eventually break me. That I know for sure. People think I have an easy life because my dad is Liam Payne and my mother is Danielle Peazer. But let me let you in a tinsey tiny little secret my life is anything but easy. No one understands how hard it is to keep ths facade up. It's wearing me out and I'm sick and tired of feeling like this. My mother doesn't know and espcially not my dad. He'd be horrified at the thought of his only daughter even thinking about ending it all. 

Luke. Luke William Tomlinson is who keeps me on my toes. I don't think I would've lasted as long as I have without him. He's the one person I can rely on, no matter what. Day or night, he's there when I'm at my lowest and I'll be forever greatful for that. And before anyone asks no were not dating. Even if we tried our fathers wouldn't allow it. There a bit over protective if you ask me. 

I'm currently packing everything. The boys, well men now, have to decided to give it one last go. That's right One Direction are getting back together for one last world tour. The only problem is my dad decided to take me with them. No matter how much he attempted to bribe me I wouldn't give in. I eventually got sick of his nagging and gave in grugingly. The lads are bringing along their wives but none of their children as everyone else is already o most likely none of their children as everyone is really or already of age. So I'll be stuck for the next year and a half with a bunch of old farts performing for middle aged women who still think they have a chance with my dad. Woo hoo I can't fucking wait. 

'Rosie love you all packed?' My dad asks popping his head into my room with a smile on his face. I envy him he's always so happy about everything. 

'I don't see why I have to go couldn't I just stay with Ruth or Nicola?' I whine for proberly the hundreth time this morning.

'Rosie sweetie we've already discussed this your coming with us. Come on love don't look so unhappy it'll be fun.' He smiles brightly sitting down next to me on my bed. 

'Dad it's unfair. No one else has to go. Not even Darcy. She's only a year older than me. Please don't make me go.' I whimper dropping my gaze down to my lap where I start to fiddle with the hem of my dress. Darcy Styles. Where do I even begin to describe her. She's a narcissistic bitch. She has an ego about the size of the fucking auniverse. It's almost as though she enjoys bullying me. 

'Love Darcy is going and so is Luke. You'll all have so much fun together it'll be great. I promise.' He tells me before kissing me on the forehead. This year and a half is going to be my own personal living hell. 

'Liam, Rosie come down stairs, Lou, El and Luke just pulled up.' My mother calls up the stairs causing me to smile and skip out of my down the stairs and into my aunties arms. 

'How's my beautiful niece?' Eleanor coos into hair. She wraps her arms around me tightly before pulling out of our tight embrace and holding me at an arms length.

'Let me see you.' She instructes examining me from head to toe. I feel slightly uncomfortable everytime she does this. I flinch under her and uncle Lou's gaze. I mean it's hard not to. She opens her mouth to say something but uncle Lou's strong Doncaster accent drowns her voice out.

'Jesus Roise you've gotten skinny.' Uncle Lou gasps, alarm in his eyes and Eleanor nods in agreement. I suppose you could say I've lost weight. Don't get me wrong I wasn't fat or anything before. I was curvy and proud of it. Something changed though I had problems and eating was the last thing on my mind. When I say I had problems I mean Darcy fucking Styles happened. Before anything else can be said I'm wrapped up in Luke's arms. It's almost as if he's trying to shield me from their judgemental stares.

'Darcy?' He whispers into my ear. I nod my head slightly and he just groans. He's the only one that knows about the way she treats me. He gets frustrated everytime I refuse to tell my parents or anyone else about what she does to me. He knows everything. 

'Rosie please. You have to tell someone.' He whispers, desperation clear in his voice. I shake my head which causes him to groan louder. Fed up with my stubboness just like his mother he breaks out of our embrace and pushes me backwards lightly. Not expecting his sudden movements I stumble backwards into the glass table.

'Rosie!' My mother shrieks reaching out towards me. It's like everything is going in slow motion. Hands flying out to prevent my fall. Which all ultimately fall short by a mile. The glass table shatters upon the impact it makes with my body. I feel numb. Not because Im badly injuried, at least I don't think I am. 

'Rosie.' Luke breathes eyes wide with complete shock with what he just witnessed. I mean he didn't even puch me that hard.

'Rosie are you alright?' My dad asks squatting infront of me pulling me into a sitting position which makes me wince. He places hands on either side of my face searching my face for any signs of pain.

'I'm fine.' I croak. I can feel my bottom lip quivering and it's becoming incredibly hard to see my dad's face anymore.

'Rosie you tell me where it hurts.' My father demands shaking me slightly as if he were trying to knock some sense into me. Yeah good luck with that pops. I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to think of the excruciating pain I am experiencing in my abdomen. 

'Rosie don't try and be brave love, it hurts we know. Just tell us where it's hurting you and we'll fix. I promise.' Uncle Lou mummers squatting down next to my dad with concern completely laced over his features. I can't even form words so I point down to my stomach with a grimance. I watch hazily as Uncle Lou beckons for Auntie Eleanor to take his and my dad's place in front of me to inspect the damage as I was wearing a dress.

'I'm sorry if I hurt you.' She whispers before pulling my dress up to inspect the full extent of the damage. Her blood curling screams shock me out of my hazy state and I'm instantly alarmed. If the damage is so bad why can't I feel it? I reach my hand up and wipe a few of her stray tears away.

'Liam! Lou!' She chokes out still crying. I hear them both before I see them. Lou comes to a acomplete stand still as he takes in the extent of my injuries whereas my dad takes a shaky breath in and takes his pull over off before he rushes over and applies force, more force than necessary if you ask me, to my wound which earns a scream of pain in reponse from yours truly.

'El stay with Dani and Luke while Lou and I take her to hospital.' My dad replies calmly as he lifts me up in his arms gently and cradles me to his chest like a new born baby. The last thing I can register is seeing my mother being consoled by Eleanor. My mother's a weakling if you ask me. She would cry if I got a paper cut but that's not made my heart ache. It was the look of sarrow slowly starting to appear on the face of my best friend. I swear right before I blacked out a tear ran down his tanned face and dripped down past his lip pericing and onto his shirt.

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