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chapter 2

[Sad Chapter In The Beginning]

|Rosie|

I wake to the feel of some thing laying upon my leg. I slowly move my aching head to see a mop of blurry curls.

"He's been here the whole time. Cried a lot too. Here are you glasses dear." The nurse scares me by popping up out of the blue. I put on my glasses and try not to shift. Harry must be worn out.

"Hows ya head deary?" she says inspecting my forehead. "It hurts like a whole bunch of bad words I prefer to not say." I tell her. She chuckles.

"Well that's why this is for. Are you allergic to anything? Medication wise." I think about mess mom doesn't give me. "I'm all good." She hands me a pill,"It will work quite well. Since your smaller, you might get a bit drowsy. It depends on you. Feel better." She walks out and I forgot Harry was asleep and sneeze. He moves his head and looks at me," Oh gosh Rosie. I was so worried. Are you okay?" I smile at his alertness.

"I'm alright. The nurse just gave me medication." As I look at him I remember what happened. I remember him punching Peter. And running me here. Which mean so much.

"Um.. here are your bracelets. They made me." I realize they aren't covering the scars. He probably saw how weak I really am.

"It's okay. You saw them didn't you?" I refer to the many cut marks. He nods his head. " Saw them in History. Did I make you do that?" guiltiness spread across his face.

"Yea..." I look away, as tears slowly slide down my skin. I start to feel better. But more awake. No where close to drowsy.

"I'm so sorry. Never meant it to get so far. I wanna fix it." I hear slight sobs come from him imaginable pink, plump lips. I look over. His face looking towards to white tile, tears drip down and hit the floor.

"I can tell Harry. But I'm not sure you can." I know he wants to but you can't. Ever. I'm broken. Into an infinite amount of glass. Like a I was thrown on the floor. Each broken piece hit against tiles and metal. Continuously.

I have a number in my head. 19. That number makes me want to crawl into a corner, sob and cry and never leave. Even if its not many it's to many at the same time.

My eyes sting more and more. As tears roll down my cheeks. Sobs rack my body, leaving my mouth in odd sounds. His green eyes look at me.

"What's wrong?" worry strung through his face. "Nothing is wrong. It's just I'm done."I partly lie. Yea, I'm done. I'm done with being bullied. And I'm done with lying. Starting tomorrow.

"I know your lying Rosie." He looks at me. "When can I leave?" I change the subject.

"Uh.. I think it's tomorrow, like at 12:00. They might let you go later tonight. I'm not sure, but back to before. What's wrong. That was a lie and I know it." He looks at me. With innocent eyes. Even though he's nowhere close to it.

"Fine. 19. That's what's wrong. Okay?" I told him. I just don't like sharing the number.

"19? 19 What?" his voice raspy.

"C-" Is all I can say. As whimpers take control.

"C..Cuts don't tell me."he looks at me. As tears start to form at the rims of his eyes.

I look away and nod my head.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry Rosie." Harry breaks down. Oh gosh it's killing me. "Enough with the tears. I wanna start over. Please." I hear him and I turn to see bloodshot eyes, red tear stained cheeks, but above all I see those emerald iris looking into my hazel eyes.

"Okay. But one chance. That's it." I tell him. I can't just give him many chances. But knowing me ill give anyone a million. I never stick to my word.

|Harry|

When she nodded her head that there were 19 cuts on her tan skin, it killed me. I couldn't hold in the tears.

When she said I have one chance to start over, that made me feel like the better, 100 times better.

"That's all I need. Lets start over..... I'm Harry Styles. You are." I hold out my right hand. I earn a giggle from her. And adorable one I might add, from Rosie.

"It's nice to meet you Harry , I'm Rosie Trent." Her voice cracks.

"Nice to meet you Rosie." After we laugh her doctor walks in, with a smile on her face.

"Hi Rosie, I'm Dr.Wave. How's your head feeling." Rosie smiles. "A lot better." I smile. "Well it's been about 4 hours since she gave you the medication. So it's already left your system. So, you can leave in an hour. So at six thirty. Alright."

"Yay!" Rosie jumps. Her head must be better. "Wait! fu- I mean snap! I left my key. In my locker. At the damn closed school." It's adorable how she won't curse.

"Doesn't your mom have a key or something? She came for like 20 minutes. When you first got here." I ask. "Nope." She pops the 'p', she is adorable. Truly.

"She left for Africa after that. She wont be back for like 2 1/2 months. And she isn't the smartest when I tell her to make a spare."

"Oh, so you have no way to get inside." I'm think of a plan.

"Not unless I wanna set off the alarm in my house, it immediately calls the police. And getting arrested isn't on my bucket list." I laugh.

"Darn I was hoping you'd help me rob a store." I joke. She breaks out with that cute giggle.

We spend the hour asking the common questions. Like, I know she likes the color lime green, she loves cats, loves strawberries, and is addicted to the Internet.

"Well Rosie, you can go get dressed, and get someone who will care for you this weekend to sign you out." Her Doctor says and leaves.

"Your mum brought you clothes. She left them at your bedside. Ill sign you out." She spins on her heels, pushes her glasses up and looks at me like I'm crazy.

"Your signing me out?" I nod my head. "Yep, you can stay at my house. I live alone. But my mum visits. A lot. Just saying." She nods her head. "Alright."

I'm glad she's okay with that.

|Rosie|

I change into an old black Green Day tee shirt, ripped jeans and mom brought my good old combat boots. She knows me so well, but not enough.

I still can't believe that Harry is letting me stay at his house. My head still hurts a bit. But I'm fine.

I walk into the lobby, Harry signing my papers. He looks up and stares. Is something on my face! I casually rub my hands over my face.

"You ready? I uh got you car towed to my house." I nod and follow him. His large hand touches the small of my back and sends tingles through my spine.

"I like your style. I didn't think you would wear that Rosie." I look at him and he has that amazing smile on his face.

"I like it. I just don't wear it to school."

I tell him.

"Why?" he looks at me. And opens my car door for me.

"Afraid of being bullied by wearing it. I was before you came for wearing this style." I shrug cause its no big deal. I wear more girly clothes and the bullying is less painful.

"I think you should wear it. It's nice. I don't think you'll get bullied anymore." His Range Rover starts after the three tries.

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First Day After Christmas.

I Make The Chapters Longish. I Think.