Roses In Winter (1D)

Ch. 1 [Roses In Winter]

A/N:

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Rose's POV

I nervously fingered the package in my hands, standing outside the flat. Noises rang from the inside, and I knew he must be busy.

"He" being Louis Tomlinson.

I reached out to knock on the door, but then my fist stopped in midair.

What if he doesn't remember me?

What... what if he hates me?

What if.... I made a mistake by coming here?

Thoughts rushed through my head and I quickly held my fist against my chest, afraid that my brain would react too quickly and I would knock before I had fully gathered myself.

**Flashback**

"Louis, you'll be back, right? You won't be mad if you don't make it?" I asked, staring up into my best friend's blue eyes. We sat out on his front porch on plastic chairs. I could tell Louis was extremely excited.

"I'll be back! Don't worry, if I lose, I won't give up!" His blue eyes hardened and his face set with determination. I couldn't help but smile.

"You did great in the play oh so long ago," I recall, my braces showing as I talked. "You'll make it, I believe in you. My voice sounds like a dying whale, so I have no hope." I chuckled, as did Louis.

I slapped his wrist. "'Ey! I was the only one supposed to laugh at me calling my voice a dying whale." I pouted.

"Well, sadly, I just laughed. Throw me off a bridge, will you?" He sighed dramatically.

"Oh, Louis, you're the perfect actor!" I squealed, pretending to be one of the popular girls.

"Shut it, woman, before I shut it for you." Louis growled, and I burst out laughing.

He stopped the act for a minute and looked at me. "You realize if I make it, I won't be coming back to school, or home for a while."

I popped the gum in my mouth. "Yeah, I know." I giggled. "But maybe while you're out you'll find yourself a girlfriend, eh? I can't be hanging around you ALL the time." I smirked.

He blushed." Jeez, why so intent on the girlfriend thing?"

"For God's sakes, Louis Tomlinson, you are sixteen years old." I muttered.

"I don't see you hanging with a guy, and you're thirteen." I blushed. People always found it weird that I was best friends with a guy who was almost four years older than me.

"Yeah, well fourteen is a lot different than sixteen!" I protested.

"Suuuure." He replied suggestively, and I took it upon myself to whack him again.

"We're both single and rocking it, so drop it." I gave him a glare.

"You started it!" We said in unison.