Rose's P.O.V.
I smile and decorate the city hall. I'm in Honduras. "It looks great." Zayn calls out. "Keep decorating that tree boys." I say and laugh, Gemma helps me decorate the halls.
I trip over myself and i fall. Face first. I squeak, as i feel my ankle twist. Gemma runs over and kneels besides me. "Your ankle!" She panics. "It's fine!" I say and wince as i try to move my ankle. "No you're not!" She says. "Lou! Call the medics!" Gemma yelled. Lou, the hairstlyist. She was like family to these boys. And the professional hairstylist. She had a baby here. Lux. Beautiful baby girl. She was blond, looked like her mom. I snapped out of my thoughts as, i cried out. "Fuck!" I arched my back. "Language." Lou warned as i saw, Lux. I didn't want to see anyone. In all honesty, i am so annoyed. I heard that accent that i loved so much. "Hey, Rose. We're gonna leave Honduras. We need to get you to a hospital, before this ankle becomes a permanent break." Zayn said, sighing. I ruined the trip for everyone. "Okay." I said, nodding.
I let the doctors help me. Even though half of the time I'm cursing. They don't allow no one in the room. I pretend to sleep, when everyone enters. They all murmur things like; poor Rose, i should have watched her, etc. i wake up slowly at night, only hearing the beeping sound of the moniter. I let out a sob. Then something starts moving. I cover my mouth and, bite on my lip. "Rose?" Zayn's voice spoke in the dark. I put my arm over my eyes and faked my sleep. It became quiet again.
I sigh as everyone enters my room, "Hi Rose." Zayn smiles. I give him my fakest smile. "You feeling better?" Louis asks, after weeks of being stuck here. Apparently Zayn signed something not allowing me to exit this hospital. "Yeah, i am." I slumped down in the bed, trying to signal them to leave.
I spent the whole visiting hours with them. Tomorrow might be my last day here, but they wanted to spend every single moment with me till I got better.
I woke up and picked up my hair immediately, and got up. I slid out the IV, and the finger moniter. I walked into the restroom and washed my face. I looked terrible. One of my eyes, had its eye shadow ruined. My dark red lipstick lightly fading. I stood there hating my own body image. This never happened. Why now?
I laid in bed as the door creaked. I sat up and looked at Zayn. What does he want? I smiled at him. My saddest smile. His eyes were bloodshot, he was crying. "Hi." My voice cracked. He sat down in the chair besides me. "We can't be together." He gave me a sad smile. I wanted to slap him, but i told myself not to. "Oh. Okay." I took this surprisingly well. "I'm sorry." Were his last words, before he left.
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Did that surprise you? : /
I'm sorry. ) :
And they will see each other like, again and again. Just not spilling the beans.
