The Lucky One( A harry styles fan fiction) COMPLETED

Where is she?

Rosie  POV

I cant belive he did that…I thought he loved me…all the things he said to me…lies all lies! Just to get back at wanna be pop star taylor swift, I thought he was  different than all those D@uche bag pop stars, of course the other boys are not but harry is. I thought he loved me for me, I thought he would be always there for me, care for me love me. I know its only been 2 months but we have grown close…atleast I thought we did, but all he did was lie, was the whole friends ship before a lie too just to make me fall for him like all those millions of girls, even if they haven’t met him. I hate him…he broke my heart…he knew my heart was broken 2 months back by that a$$ hole of which I used to call a boyfriend, danny. He knew I was torn…he knew I was broken. I thought he was a prince and shining armor…. saving me from the depths of sadness….i thought he…he..loved me…but no…I was wrong….i was just a toy to him…that was it. Nothing more nothing less…just a toy. Here I was walking in the rain…it start to pour once I got a good distance from harry…

“Rosie…ROSIE!!” someone said shaking me out of my thoughts…

“wh-what? Oh sorry nora” woah…that was quick I didn’t ever notice I was in the hotel unitl nora said something…

“are you okay? You don’t look too good”

“h-he used me….” I said breaking into fresh tears….ugh I hate crying it makes me feel weak.

“what are you talking about? I thought you said harry told you to meet him at the Eiffel tower? Isn’t it supposed to me romatic”

“I thought it was, b- but” I stuttered

“lets first get you inside the suite and put on some warm clothes, you’re shivering. I’ll make us some tea” nora said leading me inside, nora has always seemed to not just be my sister but a motherly figure, like liam. When my mom was gone on business trips I would always stay over her house or she would stay at mine and  tell me to eat good foods, or not to spoil your dinner, you know all tht motherly stuff. I think, hehe. I try to cheer myself up as I go into ha- I mean my room…and change..i didn’t feel like taking a shower so I just put on, black leggings,  a grey oversized sweater, brown leather boots, a flowery scarf  and a elephant ring, lastly I put my wet hair into a messy bun. I put my wet cloths into  bag and stuffed into my new luggage, with the rest of my others clothes, I need to pack so I can leave….it saidon my ticket my plane leaves at 11:00pm tonight at Charles de gaule airport, I need to get there at 9:00 to check in my bags…its likes 8ish..first I need to tell nora…oh no…I made sure I didn’t leave anything behind in my room and I grabbed my bags and headed to the living room. I can just print out my tickets at the airport.

“hey boo, so tell m-why do you have your bags?” nora asked with two cups of tea in her hands.

“im leaving...im going to standford…”

“what why!? I thought you were staying!”

“lets sit..ill tell you.” I said leaving my bags at the door and coming over to the couch