Sign For Love ((ON HOLD))

Chapter Eleven

~*Harry's POV*~

God, I wish I wasn't so awkward with girls. Not even girls in general. With most girls I could handle myself. I was cool, collected, charming even. Not with Rosalie. I could never seem to say the right things. Or text them, as it were.

This was so hard, and so different for me. I wasn't used to trying to communicate with somebody in a different way then talking. I mean, if I wanted to ask a question, I would just ask it. It was a whole new experience for me to have to pull out my phone, type it out, wait for her to respond, it seemed like so much work.

Whenever I didn't feel like doing it though I instantly felt guilty. I didn't have to do that, she was right. I had a choice in the matter. She didn't get to choose whether or not that's how she wanted things to be, that's just how it was.

It wasn't fair. Why did this stunning, amazing girl have to be so disabled? And it messed with her physically as well. She was beautiful, I won't deny her that. But the tattoos, and the piercings, and her hair, it just didn't look like it belonged on her. Her face was so gentle looking.

I was really glad that she was our stylist though. This gave me time. I could keep messing up, but she couldn't just walking away and pretend I didn't exist. Soon, we would be on tour. She wouldn't be on the same bus as us, but when we were getting ready I could certainly talk to her, and try and smooth things over.

Shit, no I can't. She can't bloody hear, and she can't be texting me all the time if she's getting me ready for the tour.

Unless she has somebody translating to her what I'm saying. I thought.

My mind wandered to that guy that was supposed to be coming on tour with us. To replace the guy who was her translator now. He was the one from the accident with her. I wonder if he felt guilty, for being perfectly fine while she was crippled for life now. Would I have felt guilty if I was in the same position? What's to feel guilty about though? I can understand feeling pity for her, but I wouldn't want to be deaf and mute. That would take away my entire career.

I shook my head, clearing all of the thoughts from it. None of them were getting me anywhere, and they were just making me seem like a selfish asshole.

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~*Rosalie's POV*~

I tried not to slam the door when I came in, but I felt the vibrations reverberating against the wall as it shut behind me. Oops.

Brandon's head poked out from the kitchen and relief flooded it when he saw that it was just me. I gave a little wave, before starting to sign to him.

Sorry I was out. I have to get dressed and then go back. I'm shopping with the boys today. Are you going to be ready to leave in 15 minutes?

My hands moved quickly as I relayed my message to him.

I never knew you could get ready that fast. I can be ready in 10.

Don't be a smartass. was the last thing I signed before blowing him a kiss and flouncing to my room to change quickly.

Brandon had to have known I wasn't where I told him. I don't even remember what friend's house I told him I was staying at, but I came home in guys' clothing. So I obviously wasn't at a girl's house. I swapped Harry's clothes for a pair of denim high waisted shorts that had an American flag print on the front and a black vest top. I just left my hair down, it wasn't completely straight, but it wasn't wavy right now either. Sort of just, bleh for hair. I didn't even fluff up the roots to give it volume. My makeup was just mascara, which was a shock because I never opted for that little makeup, ever.