Alia's POV:
Farah and Zayn were starting to get disgusting. Every moment they have for free time, they're swapping spit or getting physical (if you know what I mean). Kianna was my single buddy until she started dating Louis a couple days earlier, so now I was annoyed to my extent. I was talking to Veronica and she was telling me how I'm only annoyed because I love Zayn and I'm jealous and I couldn't even deny it because I might just love him. I didn't know. But one thing I knew was that I needed to talk to Rosie.
I was taking a walk that cold night fed up with all the couples when I saw Rosie across the street walking opposite from me. I instantly forgot about the rule with not talking to Rosie and I called to her happily. She noticed me and I saw the bags that surrounded her golden eyes. Her brown hair was in loose curls flowing down her back. She didn't look her best, but seeing her was like seeing the Promised Land.
Her face lit up like a lamp and she started running across the street and as she was halfway a red blur passed my view and I heard the most blood curdling scream and the crunching of bones and metal.
Harry's POV:
I couldn't sleep, like always, I had finally realized something I should've realized a long time ago. I loved Rosie. I loved her more than I let myself believe. So, me lying in bed starring at the moon wasn't going to accomplish what I wanted to do.
I rolled out of bed and slipped on a Jake Wills sweatshirt and shuffled out of my hotel room, passing the other rooms as quietly as possible. Kianna was the lightest sleeper in the world.
"What are you doing?" I heard Kianna's soft voice whisper. I stopped in my tracks and turned around slowly. She had walked out of Louis's room wearing a tank top and some purple-checkered pajama pants. Her hair was in a bun on the top of her head. I watched as she slipped her Ray Bans on to help her see. I sighed and told her my plan.
"I'm going to look for Rosie; I need to talk to her."
"I know where she might be, come on." She said quietly leading me to the elevator and toward her car.
"The rest of the band is staying at-"she was interrupted by her phone. The caller ID read
Alia. She flipped it open
"What Alia. What?! Okay, um we're on our way. Bye!" She looked at me with terror in her eyes.
"Rosie's in the hospital." She said with a shaky voice.
I drove; sure I was way above the speed limit, too scared to care. I didn't want to lose her before I got to tell her.
