Nemophilist || h.s. [ON HOLD]

00 • Truth.

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Truth.

•Rose Marie's P.O.V•

"Rose Marie come down for a second, would you?" My mother's gentle, soothing voice echoes from down the marble steps of our beautiful home.

I skip down the stairs skillfully and meet both mother and father in the foyer.

"We have something to discuss, darling. But first you must understand what we are about to tell you was kept a secret from you for your own safety." My mother says softly, placing her warm hand on my shoulder.

My head slowly bobs, nodding in understanding.

"I know this is going to sound completely mad, but... honey.. you're father is a leader of the most infamous mafia group in the entire world.. and another group from England is threatening to hurt you, to kill you, even. And I know this is a lot to take in, but we have to get you to Washington by car, and boat. You have to make sure your GPS, Bluetooth, and number ID, are off at all times. This is absolutely serious, Rose. We need you to take this serious, too." My mother pleads.

My mind feels explosive, information packing it to the brim. Mafia? Holy shit I thought that was just for stories. Holy shit! They want to kill me? Oh fuck.. oh fuck what am I gonna do?

"So what's the plan?" I whisper, raising my eyes to look into my parents' shocked ones.

"I've gotten you a bodyguard. His name is Harry Styles. He is ordered to become someone you are comfortable with, and to protect you with his life. He is going to be escorting you to Washington and staying there with you until things cool off. Once they are, we will observe our options." My father says, his voice hard and strained, more than likely stressed and worried over my well being.

It might sound selfish, but all I want to do at this moment is run in a field of flowers and stretch as far as I can up and just breathe in the air.

"You are to be ready with clothes and your necessities by tomorrow morning at 9. Be sure to double check that you have everything you need." My mother smiles kindly at me, but I catch the slight glimmer in her eyes.

"Get a full nights rest. You have a big day tomorrow. Harry will be waiting outside by the front door for you tomorrow morning when you are ready to go." My father adds.

"Now go get some rest, darling. We love you and we will try and call as much as we can." My mother whimpers, her voice cracking toward the end, and she leans forward to engulf me in a warming hug.

"I will mother. I love you both." I reply, standing on my toes while they lean down so I can peck each of their cheeks.

I smile once more before turning around, resisting the urge to run outside in the sun, and start to walk upstairs.

--in the morning.--

The sun shines down on my closed eyelids, birds chirping and the warmth seeping into my bones. I squeeze my eyes closed tighter while stretching my body, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes while doing so.

Luckily, I have everything already packed, double checked, and triple checked.

I stand up and walk to my closet, searching through it to find something to wear.

I finally decide on shorts, a cute maroon top that stops at my belly button, a grey flannel to tire around my waist, and some worn out white converse.

I accessorize it with round lensed sun glasses, and a necklace with a small shark tooth on it. The necklace is tight around my neck, but not enough to be uncomfortable.

I walk out of the closet and lean over a bit to check the time on my alarm clock. Four numbers and a colon to separate two pairs blink brightly at me in red.

8:46

When I'm done, I grab my luggage suitcase and my backpack before carefully walking down the steps.

"Hello?" I softly call out, leaking over the railing to catch a glimpse of a tall, muscular, tattooed figure standing beside the front door.

The man has his head down, focused on his polished shoes to match his black, sleek suit. His brown, wavy locks pour down around his head almost perfectly. His hands are firmly clasped in front of him, and I barely catch a glance at a cross tattooed on the extra skin between the base of his thumb and forefinger on his left hand.

The man's head snaps up at the sound of my gentle voice, and his eyes meet mine. The world slows as he seems to document ever aspect of my entire being.

I blush and continue to walk down the remaining steps, stopping completely when I'm about half a foot in front of him.

He instantly takes my luggage, regardless of my protests. I thank him quietly and we walk out soon after.

He brings them to the end of the car, pressing a button to open the trunk, and then placing them carefully inside.

I smile and get inside of the passenger seat, closing the door firmly and waiting for Harry to join me.

When he does, he starts the engine and starts to drive off. I close my eyes when the sunlight shines through the window and presses against my skin.

Once it passes, I open my eyes and turn my head to see that Harry is already glancing at me.

"So," I smile, "you're all buff and quite hot, if I'm honest, so what is a guy like you protecting a girl like me for a living?" I question.

Throughout my life, I've always been quite honest. I don't usually regret saying something, unless I say it only in spite of how that person hurt me emotionally in some way.

But my parents never loved that about me. They've gone to hell and back trying to change who I am. They are ashamed to be known as the most infamous mafia group that has a 'odd indie/hippie' daughter.

"Well I did street boxing for a long time." He replies, his voice hoarse with rasp and a certain huskiness that sends delightful shives up my back.

"Isn't that illegal?" I question, tilting my head to the side like a dog while staring at him. He occasionally glances at me but chuckles after my question is sent into the conversation.

"Your father is the leader of the deadliest mafia group in the world, and you're worried if steet boxing is illegal?"

I blush and avert my gaze to my hands, which are twiddling on my lap.

"Well I didn't know until last night." I mumble, embarrassed that he laughed at me over something I failed to see.

He frowns but keeps quiet, his eyes leaving me to stare in front of him completely.

I sigh and run my right hand through my hair, pushing back the strands that fell into my face.

"I need a nap." I chirp, making sure the bottom of my shoes are clean before I turn in the considerably large leather chair.

I back presses against the door panel and I bring my knees up to my chest, leaning also against the back rest of the chair.

I close my eyes and smile lightly when I feel sunlight beam down at me through the window.

Soon enough, my thoughts consume themselves and I fall into a comforting, beautiful dream of myself standing in a field of wildflowers, reaching up and trying my best to touch the sun absorbed sky.