His Rose (1D Fanfic)

Chapter 6:

Chapter 6:

Rosie's P.O.V:

I sat in my bed surrounded by tissues and the skateboard I gave my brother on his ninth birthday. It was almost four p.m and I hadn't eaten anything all day. I wasn't hungry and I didn't have the strength to walk downstairs. I played with the wheels of the skateboard, listening to them squeak as I turned them. I turned it over and ran my finger over our drawings. I missed him so much.

He would be 13 by now, probably playing on a baseball team and any other sport we could afford. He was always happy and everyone always loved him. He was the reason my family was together, his death was the reason my family turned to shit.

I heard my phone vibrate from next to me and I answered it.

"H-Hello?" I stuttered, my voice so weak it was barely audible.

"Rosie?" Louis said, sounding worried.

"Yeah,"

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah I'm fine." I claimed trying to sound better.

"No, you're not. I'll be over in five."

"No Louis-" I started but I heard the call end.

"Ugh!" I groaned throwing a tissue across my room, although it only landed two feet from my bed.

I had no makeup on, sweatpants and my hair up in a bun. I look hot.

I sat in my bed as more tears streamed down my face. This sucks.

I heard a rustle downstairs and I shot out of bed. I grabbed the skate board in defense and slowly walked to the top of the staircase.

"Rosie?" I heard Louis call and I breathed easier again.

"Here,"

I walked back over to the bed and sat down on the side of it as Louis walked in.

"How'd you get in here?"

"The key was in the plant." He said as he cleared off some tissues and took a seat next to me.

"What's wrong?" He asked wiping away the tear on my cheek.

"Nothing...I...nothing."

"Rosie, please."

"It's my brothers birthday today," I started, losing strength in my voice. "only problem is, my brother died when he was nine from cancer. I-He was the reason my family was together. He brought everyone together. He had this smile, that could literally make anyone smile and he was always happy. Almost as if he didn't know he was dwindling away, or that he didn't know his heart would just stop one morning. But he was scared inside, he hid it all." I looked up at Louis and saw tears in his eyes. "Can you imagine a nine year old coming to you one night telling you he was scared of dying? What was I supposed to do? I was fifteen and the only thing I had ever loved was dying. Ryan was being torn from my arms from cancer and I couldn't do anything about it. 

"What about your parents?"

 "They were no help, they were just a shaky mess, showing no strength for me or Ryan. But, he...he was the reason my family didn't break. I had never gotten along with my parents, they were complete opposites of me. I got out of that hell hole a year after Ryan passed and I'm glad I did." I paused thinking of my words, "A month after he died they became alcoholics. They would come home from work and drink as if their problems would just disappear like the beer down their throats. They were terrible. I ran away, bought this apartment, registered for online school and got a job. I wanted Ryan to look down on me and think, I didn't totally ruin my sisters life." I paused again, grabbing the skateboard in my hands and stroking it. "He told me the night before he died, he wanted me to be happy, he wanted me to live and he wanted me to go somewhere and do something before I joined him; so I did."

Louis looked like he just shit himself. "I'm so sorry."

"Not your fault."

"But, I can't even imagine what you've been through."

I didn't say anything, I just wrapped my arms around him. I felt him kiss my head and I squeezed him tighter, almost as if I didn't he would just disappear too.

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ah okay so this took me forever to write

but I hope ya'll liked it and understand whats happening now

love ya

~S