Remembering Harry Styles

Chapter 9: Packing The Suitcase

   My arm is wrapped around her waist securely. Her back is faced towards me. Her rosy sweet scent of hair fills through my nostrils. She wriggles in place, signaling me that she is awake. My eyes flutter open as Rosie tries to escape away from my arms. All I do is tighten my grip, not wanting to let her go.

   She struggles and sighs. Rosie shifts around, now facing me. Her light brown eyes reflect my light green ones. She slowly smiles and brings both of her hands to caress my cheek. The pads of my thumb gently trace small patterns on her soft tan disposed skin. Her laughter fills through my ears as a smile spreads across my lips. I scoot closer to her to the point where there is no gap between the two of us. I lean my head to her forehead, and give it a kiss.

   We both reach the mornings where we refuse to get up and continue off for the day. Rosie and I spend at least half an hour chatting amongst ourselves. Random sentences come spilling out of our mouth. We don't know what we are saying, but all we know is that it is morning and our brains are still asleep.

   I dislike it when Rosie wakes up before me. My alarm would go off and I would wake up to an empty space next to me. But I guess I deserve it for the times where I wake up before her and sneak out to meet the boys for recording. Rosie isn't one of those girls who expects a guy to buy her diamond things. She actually hates it when I surprise her with a gift because she feels bad that she didn't get me anything in return. But I love her. I always have and always will.

                                                           Harry

   I don't exactly remember how I reacted when they announced to me that Taylor and I were going to be together for publicity. I couldn't argue or cause a huge fit about it. I simply smiled and agreed to it. A few months back we were friends, but that's all we were. Just friends, then a few months later this happens. Sure, I went out and headed to the pubs with the pubs. At one point I got really drunk and took a girl home. I felt like I was on cloud nine. Didn't really know what I was doing, but the next day, my mind would be really blurry.

   When I admitted to Rosie that I was jealous of Josh Hutcherson, I felt a little of my guilt and anxiety disappear. I didn't expect myself to just smile and shrug my shoulders. Rosie was everything to me. I would protect her from the fans that would mob us. If she cut herself from slicing vegetables, I would be right next her fixing up the band aide. She hates it when people help her. I don't know why, but it's an automatic alarm ringing in my head to help her.

   I can't tell her why I broke us up. It was idiotic of me to agree to it. It felt like an earthquake acquired and squished me to death. Every night it haunted me. My mind would randomly zone off in space. The boys would clap their hands or wave to get my attention. They all noticed something was up. I only told the four of them and my parents and that was it. When Rosie decided to take a break from her career for awhile, that's how the automatically assumed we broke up. I was completely shocked when I heard the news. But I'm with Taylor now. At least for a little while I am.

   Taylor is a great girl. She's kind and knows how to keep a conversation going. All her fans love her and support our relationship. Some people even shipped us together. I try my best to keep a smile on my face and give her all the attention she needs. It's kind of hard for me when my mind is on someone else.