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chapter 8

*Recap*

I kiss her forehead and she slowly stops crying looking at me.

|Harry|

The ends of her mouth curve up, her eyes slightly brightening. "Really, you think that? About me?" Her voice cracking.

"Of corse Rosie, your amazing. When I saved you I realized I was missing out on beautiful." She sniffles and her hazel eyes glisten, her arms rap tightly around my torso.

"No one, I mean no one has ever said that to me." She muffles into my chest.

"I only say it cause its true. Wanna go home, it's late." She nods and we climb down. As we walk she has a slight limp.

I stop her and bend down, "hop on." She sighs, "I'm too heavy Harry. I'm fine."

"Rosie, you as light as a feather to me, you not heavy at all. Never say that again." I pick her up bridal style and set her in my car.

She winces and I notice her arms scratched and bruised. "What else hurts? Don't lie to me, Rosie you can trust me."

I brush her hair out if her face turning her head to look at the scratches. The one on her cheek deep, and the other like a light skimming.

"My arms and cheek burns." I nod and slowly shut the door and jog over to my side.

As we arrive to my house I notice Rosie sleeping with her head on the window.

I care her in and set her on the couch to get the first aid kit, applying rubbing alcohol to her cut and she squirms.

"It burns, stop it." She whines as I continue. She jumbled around making it impossible to help her.

"I will sit on you if you don't quit it!" I laugh and she continues, I stand up and put my knees on both side and she stop squirming, tired her eyes close.

I finish and she slowly gets up, taking in a sharp breathe as she sits up.

"Ouch, that hurt."I hear Rosie and I walk around the corner.

"What hurts?" I stand with an ice pack ready to get another.

"Nothing hurts except my head and arms are sore." I see her hand on her stomach and walk over, she's the worst liar.

I slightly lift her shirt and a huge, dark and swollen bruise is on her lower abdomen.

"Who did this, don't lie." I look at her broken expression.

"Cassie and Kirsty, plus Peter and Winston gave them rides." She looks down guilty. A tear gliding down her face.

I pull her to my chest, "don't be guilty Rosie, its not your fault. Their jerks, just asses." I rub her back as my head rest on hers.

"It is my fault! I can't even stick up for myself! I'm a weak person." She gets up ad walks up the stairs and my distinct door shuts.

|Rosie|

As I limp into the shower I hear my ankle make that cracking noise like when you stretch it.

I look at my body I'm gross. My body scratched and bruised, I'm fat and that just physical.

Mentally, I can't take stress and pressure which leads to my emotional break downs. Which I sob for at the least twenty minutes and literally go deaf for that time and can't hear a single thing.

But I haven't had one in like 9 months so that good. My highest time without going is 9 months so, I hope I can last.

"Hey, you alive in there?" I hear the joking manner in Harry's voice and turn off the water and dress in a white matching set of under garments,black spaghetti strap tank and gray sweatpants, eh.

"I'm alive. Thanks for checking." I giggle as a walk to bed, the lights dim. He can't see my body. Good for me and his eyes.

"Night." I yawn but stop because my yawn is ugly, everything is ugly what am I saying.

"Night Rosie." He walks out of the washroom and to turn on another light, luckily I'm already under the duvet.

The other side dips down and the lights go off. By the light of the moon I see his outline and can barely make out that he's shirtless. Never knowing the inkings on his skin. Only seeing a few before.

My eyes feel heavy, but I rather not sleep. My body aching when I begin to relax. Yet I fall into a painful sleep.

|Harry|

As Rosie falls asleep I lay down my distance on the king size bed. I watch as her chest rises and falls, slowly keeping steady pace.

Her long eyelashes cover her hazel eyes and the ends off her lips slight lightly curve down and her eye brows furrow.

I'm wanting to know what she's dreaming about almost every night. Her body hasn't quite relaxed yet but every so slowly you can see her fall deeper into sleep.

I find my self fall into a deep sleep to as I dream of the girl next to me. Her blond hair messy and her large glasses set on her face and a wide smile on her face. A smile I haven't seen in days.

I wake up in the middle of the night and roll to see Rosie sitting on the wide windowsill, looking at the stars, a tear or two painfully slowly gliding down her cheeks.

Pain found through out her body language. Stifled sniffles and whimpers leave her and slightly echo the room.

She shifts cautiously and departs for the bed. Laying down, she slightly winces and looks to me seeing my eyes shut hopefully.

I hear her glasses sit on the nightstand and barely peek to see that had her back to me.

I notice her fall asleep and so drift back into my own, wondering about Rosie. That all I ever seem todo these pass days.

A/N:

Hey this chapter kinda sucked, and that's cause I wrote it on a vacation and as I get ready for class. But hope you enjoyed it!

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