☠Trepidation // Harry Styles [on hold until after summer]☠

☠ Chapter One ☠

☠ Chapter One ☠

**Present Day**

**Roslyn's POV**

I was sat at my desk in my living room, writing in my journal. I do this everyday; write. I write what happened today. I keep track of everything. I like to vent out how I feel, also keep it for composure and memories later on down the road. Everyone has those things that make them feel better. Some people sing, some dance, act, drink, have sex, where as I write. Whenever I'm having a bad day, I just go write in my journal and I instantly feel better. It's not just when I'm having a bad day, though. I do it no matter what. Everyday I take the time to write what occurred just hours, sometimes minutes before. I feel safe. Maybe it's because my father used to like to write when he was still alive, so I feel like apart of him is with me. Whatever the case, I never go a day without writing. 

I was just finishing how I feel when suddenly there was a loud bang on my door. I didn't rush to finish writing in my journal before I made my way to the door. The banging being at constant, I finally opened the door to reveal my dear friend, Caileen.

"Cail?" I asked as she made her way in through my door without hesitation. "What are you doing here?"

"What?" she asked me turning around with a smirk. "No hello?"

"Hi," I said closing the front door. "Again, what are you doing here?"

"Get dressed," she paused before holding up a finger before I could ask her what she was planning, "and don't ask questions." I looked down at my appearance and sighed.

"I am dressed, Cail," I pouted at her. "What's going on?" Caileen looked down at what I was wearing and frowned.

"You aren't wearing that out to the club," she insisted. I rolled my eyes at her. 

"Do we have to go to the club every weekend?" I asked her. Caileen looked at me shocked.

"Are you even listening to yourself?" she asked me. "Come on, hun. Loosen up!" she encouraged me. 

"Cail, I'm really tired and-"

"Roslyn," Caileen warned me. She knew better to call me by my full name instead of what people would think I would want to be called, Rose. My father was the only one that I allowed to call me the nickname, and since he was no longer around, that meant no one could no longer call me that. I wouldn't allow it, and she knew that. And being the good friend she is, she didn't forget not to call me that. 

"Which?" I asked. Caileen grinned at me before grabbing my arm.

"Like I said before, don't ask questions. Just let me get you dolled up, okay?" she explained as she dragged me to the nearest bathroom in my house. 

"This isn't where I keep my makeup," I mocked, which she groaned in return before signalling me to follow her upstairs to my bathroom which consisted of my makeup.

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"We're not going to be here long, are we?" I asked Caileen as we were making our way up to the entrance. She choose to pick the most popular club around, which I was ungrateful for. 

"Not long, alright?" she replied, her tone laced with annoyance. Memories of the last time we were out flooded my memory. It was about two weeks ago when we were at this exact club. Caileen went off to dance while I sat at the bar, sitting alone on the stool. I ordered several shots, trying to get my mind off of certain things that were bugging me when suddenly someone sat next to me. He had curly brown hair, and light eyes. He offered me a drink but I declined. He kept trying to talk to me before I abruptly got up and left without hesitation to get Caileen and get the hell out of there. And now we were back again.