Pick The One... (COMPLETED)

Chapter 15 - Those Little Words

 Chapter 15 – Those Little Words

Rosie’s P.O.V.

I waited patiently in Zayn’s room for anyone to come and rescue me. Was that really how it was supposed to be? Was I really meant to spend all my life in the darkness, completely alone, watching the life passing by just like the people who were rushing outside after the storm? Of course, no one would ever imagine that a girl like me, who’s always in the spotlight, surrounded by fans and others, would actually be alone.

I closed my eyes, only to be welcomed by more darkness. Was it the darkness of my soul or the payback for every time the light of cameras blinded me? I chose the first option, as the imagine of the boys on the other side of the door popped up in my head. They were fighting and I knew it. I also knew that they were fighting over me or because of me. But it was up to me to find the reason behind the argument.

There were thousand signs that proved me that I whatever the purpose was, it was related to me. First of all, Niall’s attitude towards me. He was showing mixed signals, something between ignoring and being completely rude; however, he was succeeding in doing both of them… I pushed these thoughts in the back of my mind, reminding myself the way things had ended the last time I’d opened on this topic. Or maybe the boys were sick of Harry’s constant cheeky remarks and cheesy lines. Indeed he was sometimes a bit too touchy and flirty for my like and took the friendship thing a bit too far, but as long as I was trying to ignore it and blame it all on my suggestive imagination and my inner Harry girl side, I didn’t see the point in the others’ anger. Or maybe it was another reason, something I’d been totally oblivious to…

Whatever it was, I was determined to find out and Zayn would help me with this. He knew the boys just as he knew himself and I was sure he had an idea in his mind. And that made me a little more nervous for the moment he would come into his room. How was I supposed to bring that up? What if things were getting really bad as I thought that and he wouldn’t want to bring it up? Or what if he was just mad at me for causing fights between his friends? So many questions were running through my mind and many others were starting to form, I was just too afraid to believe those theories.

Luckily, my mind calmed down when the door opened and bright light invaded the room for a second. A tall figure was facing me, trying to recognize my figure in the pitch black that was filling the room. He blindly tried to find the switcher, but gave up and closed the door behind him. I jumped in Zayn’s arms, letting the previous sobs come back again. His strong hands started rubbing small circles on my back as he rested his head on mine. Zayn started hushing me, trying to find a way of comforting me. Finally, he whispered “It’s ok, Rosie,” in a raspy voice. A deep, unmistakable voice. A voice that didn’t belong to Zayn.

I stepped back, studying the man in front of me.

“Where is Zayn?” I asked emotionless.

“Rosie, I need-“

“Where is Zayn?” I repeated.

“…I don’t know,” admitted Harry, avoiding my eyes for a second. Even though it was dark, I could still recognize the shine in his eyes.

“What are you doing here?” I continued my interrogation.

“Zayn sent me,” he replied, a bit more confident. I cursed in my mind, now angry with Zayn’s moments of pure stupidity. What was he thinking? That talking with the attacker himself would calm down the terrible storm I caused on the once so peacefully ocean? “Listen, Rosie, we really need to talk,” Harry went on. I decided to give him a chance, hoping I could get more words out of his mouth that I could from Zayn’s probably confused mind.

“I’m listening,” I nodded. Harry’s eyes grew wide with surprise and excitement and he sat on the sofa. I just turned on my heels until I faced him and crossed my arms over my chest. I didn’t know where this entire attitude came from, but I wasn’t going to stop acting like that. After all, I was still mad because Harry had started the fight.

“You know, this is hard for me to say it…” he began.

“You know what’s hard? Standing you right here in front of me, when you’ve almost let poor Niall out of breath a couple minutes ago!” I bit back. Harry nodded slowly and looked at the ground.

“I’m sorry, Rosie… it’s just that, I really can’t stand him and his rude comments towards you. I got a bit carried away, I know, but I wanted the best... for you…” he continued his speech. It was my turn to gulp. A bitter taste filled my mouth as I thought back at Niall. “I totally understand that you are mad at me right now, and I can’t blame you, but seeing you there crying, broken and hurt, made myself lose my mind. You know how much I care for you…” by the time he finished, he has gently rubbing my hand and I was standing next to him. How could I let his tender words melt down my shield? I quickly stood up and regained my posture, clearing my throat and straightening up my shirt.

“Is this what you wanted to talk about?” I asked, trying to mask my emotions.

“No, actually, I wanted to tell you something else. The reason I did that is because-“

“Did what?” I raised both my eyebrows and my tone.

“The reason I squeezed the life out of Niall!” He replied, his voice matching mine, although his was much more frightening, while mine was more like an annoying squeal.

“Stop excusing yourself, there is no reason for doing that to one of your best mates, Harry!” I almost shouted.

“Just listen to me! Don’t you think I hate myself for doing that to him?!” he told me.

“Well that makes two of us,” I muttered. Harry was taken aback by my answer, as he took a few steps back, like I had just stabbed him in his heart. He carefully sat on the sofa and looked up at me. I could see the pain and the confusion in his eyes. He managed to let out a shaky “What?”, almost pleading me to tell him he had imagined it. Instead, my mouth and my mind lost the connection for a second and the first one decided to work on its own. My mind was covered in completely darkness and my judgment was clouded. And that’s when I said it.

“I hate you”

Harry stood up and looked in my eyes, a mixture of emotions playing in his. Anger, confusion, shock, realization, desperation, hope, disappointment and the most evident, hurt. Why was he hurt?

“Maybe they’re right. Maybe you and Niall are made to be together,” he quietly confessed.

As soon as I heard his words, I stormed out of to room towards mine. Why was I so dumb? Why did I say that? I didn’t hate Harry; he was my friend, after all. Although he wasn’t my favorite person at that moment, I really wanted to run back in Zayn’s room and apologize, to hug him and then we could go out and eat some caramel ice cream. But something held me back; his words were constantly running through my mind. Maybe they’re right. Maybe you and Niall are made to be together…