Into The Woods - Harry Styles

26.

I've never felt more empty in my entire life. I feel as if my world has a grey cloud hovering above it. I haven't eaten, slept or moved in the last two days. I've locked myself in a room, ignoring Daniel's pleads for me to come out. I know sooner or later they will find a way in and I'll be forced to face reality, but at this moment I can only mourn. My mother was more than just a parent, she was a leader, a dreamer, someone I trusted more than anybody else in this cruel world.

I pull my knees up, wrapping my arms around them as I begin to hum a lullaby she used to sing to James and I. I can't help but break down into a fit of tears the more I sing. My mind takes me to a dark place, one where my father and James have joined my mother, but they aren't in peace, they're in misery. I continue thinking these thoughts until I'm shaking so rapidly that I can barely sit up.

I begin to choke on my own tears as they overcome me. I begin to stand from the ground, but quickly crumpled back down as I find I am too weak to even stand. I start digging my nails into the wood, scraping them across the surface until I see blood. I let out a scream, one for the loss of my mother and another for my sanity that I am afraid I might have already lost.

I hear the sound of feet quickly padding across the floor boards, making their way down the hallway. I hold my breath, praying they don't find me like this. I am not ready to join the real world. I am ready to just lay down and die and hopefully everyone can just forget my existence.

"Rosalie... It's me." The voice belonging to Harry whispers. I figured he would have been a little more angry with me considering I kissed Daniel right in front of him knowing good and well that he had feelings for me.

"I'm going to come in. You can't stay in here any longer." Before I can even protest the door swings open. I am in shock from how that was even possible since I locked it two days ago. I scoot back away from him and hide my blotchy face in my knees. I just want to disappear and never return.

"I can still see you."

"No you can't." I cry out, hugging my knees tighter. I want to wipe the tears from under my eyes but I know that will do no good since they will only be replaced with new ones.

"We're going to the kingdom, your kingdom." Harry softly says, taking a seat beside me. I want to be excited to be going back home, but I just can't bring myself to since it'll only remind me of what all I've lost.

"You're coming with us?" I ask.

"Yes. I am going to help lead you out of the woods." Harry says, wiping a strand of hair off my tear stained face. I stare into his eyes, admiring how the dark green clashes with the gold specks and how much more alive he looks then me. I haven't even seen myself in two days, but I can just bet I look like something that belongs six feet under.

"So you're not staying...?" I hold back tears, knowing he won't. I just don't know if I can do this without him. How will I be able to take Daniel back like nothing ever happened? I can't just keep pretending I don't have feelings for Harry.

"Don't worry about that." He says, leaning towards me and placing a delicate kiss to my forehead. I close my eyes, enjoying the contact that I've deprived myself of these last couple of days. Harry pulls me into his lap, gently stroking my hair as I fall asleep in his arms, finally being able to rest with some amount of ease.

* * *

After a lot of convincing, Harry finally talked me out of staying in the room any longer. I was afraid when I finally emerged from the darkness that I would only be greeted with pain from the loss of my mother, but it seems everyone is trying to keep her death on the down low. They act as if it never happened which angers me in a small way. They don't need to pretend she isn't gone for my sake because it's clear that she is. I've been trying to keep my eyes off of the body that is wrapped with layers of cloth that will soon be transported back to the kingdom with us, but it is hard to not think how that is my mother under all those quilts.