Remembering Harry Styles

Chapter 11: Hello, California

   Rosie hasn't been herself lately. She isn't the bubbly and bright girl I know anymore. She seems so dull. Her laugh isn't filling through my ears. Her smile isn't forming on her lips. Sometimes I caught her staring at herself in the mirror. Not the 'checking to see if I look good' type. It's way past that stage. She's becoming more silent and shy when we go out. It worries me that she's feeling this way. I don't know what to do. She hates it when people try to help her, and if I do, she'll yell at me and lock herself in the bedroom for hours.

   Her brown wavy hair scatters away on the white pillows. I see a white beaming light under the covers. I furrow my eyebrows, as I walk over to her. Sniffles and heavy breathing is what I hear throughout the room. Slowly, I unravel the covers and see tears streaming down her face. She grips on her iPhone tightly, reading every hate tweet. I sit next to her brushing the little strands of hair away from her face. She roughly throws her phone against the wall, shattering it to pieces. Rosie is angry and upset.

   “Aw, babe. Come here,” I coo in her ear. She shakes her head, refusing. She pulls the cover of her head. Finally, everything that she has been holding in, is bursting out with emotion and anger. I bite my lip and slip into bed. She shifts around, now facing me. She scoots closer to my embrace, letting out the tears soak up on my gray t-shirt. I rub circular motions on her back to soothe her down. In a couple of days, she'll be performing in the London arena singing in front of thousands of people.

   Once her sniffles and tears are healing, we set up against the head board. “A-Am I ugly?” Rosie stutters. My heart tares apart when she asked me that question. The hateful comments from social media sites took over her. Words are hurtful. I don't know why anyone would tell her that. It's simply rude and disrespectful to tell a person that. Rosie looks up at with watery eyes. I wrap my arms around her waist, shaking my head.

   “Your not ugly. Your absolutely perfect, stunning, gorgeous, and beautiful. Please don't believe what the haters say to you. After all, their just haters and their jealous. Why don't I make you a cup of hot chocolate and then you can take a rest, yeah?” Rosie turns around, nodding her head and planting a kiss on my lips.

   I crawl out of bed and head down to the kitchen to make her a warm mug of chocolate. I warm up the milk, pouring the powder in and mixing it. I bring up a container with Oreos and head upstairs. I peek through the door to see Rosie sound asleep. I set the mug down on the night stand table along with the oreos. The glass pieces from her iPhone are every where on the floor. I sigh, carefully picking it up. Guess she's getting a new iPhone after this.

                                                                Harry

   My hands gently slide up and down the leather seats. It's a bit crowded in the airplane. My body is trapped in this small opacity that can't get out. I slide the window cover up and scan my eyes through the transparent window. The plane is leaving in five minutes. The thing I love about plane rides is that you get to look out the sky and see clouds stacked against each other. I dislike it when the plane is landing and your ears pop. It's that feeling when your ears are numb and you can't hear clearly.

   “First stop is California, boys.” Paul announces. A bundle of joy and happiness spreads inside of me. Niall sighs and lays his head on my shoulder. His blue set of orbs are focused on the small iPhone screen. I watch him glide his finger tips across the screen announcing a new tweet for the fans. I glance at Louis and see him smiling. He's texting Leigh by that huge grin plastered on his face.

   Zayn and Liam are on the other side of the plane probably on their phones as well. I shut my eyes tightly. The plane starts wriggling and moving. Once we get higher up in the air, I glance out the window. A plain dark blue sky is my canvas. I uncomfortably shift and lay my head against the window. I stare at Niall's face until he gets annoyed. “You alright, mate?”