Dead || h.s

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Sonaclair

"Get your crazy mom off of me"

Fuck.

"You're the one who sent my dear Rose to the ER! I will kill you"

My.

"I didn't mean to!"

Life.

My palms are sweating like I'm in a sauna and at this point I am so close to breaking. . I will not break. Dammit, this therapist shit isn't working. There are too many problems going on around me. I can't handle this. I won't handle this. Panic attacks aren't pretty. Everyone's watching me like I should do something; glancing back and forth between the fight and I won't do anything so why are they doing so? I just want to scream at them. Their eyes. I will stab their eyes, if they don't stop starring at me. I clench my fist hard to stop it from going straight to my ears and for me to fall to the floor like I always do.

Self control? I'm trying.

I glance at them, Styles and my mother, rolling on the floor like idiots. They go back and forth, Styles not laying a hand on her while she attempts to hit him. He looks shocked and locks eyes with mine. They are a pretty shade of green. Too pretty to be real almost. Compared to my plain brown ones, they were beautiful. We looked at each other too long for my mother not to notice I realize as she turns her head in my direction. I look away instantly, while whipping away the tears fighting to come out. She can read my like and open book sometimes; this being one of those times. She thinks I'm so fragile, always putting herself before me. I know she's my mother, but she is faced with too many complications in her life and I am determined not to add to the already mile long list.

"Rosie are you okay?" she rushes off of Styles.

Rosie. Such a little girl nickname you think? My name is not Rosie.

"I'm fine mom. Just fine" I say with a tiny smile.

The way her face quickly turns into a worried/scared look is evident that she knows something is up. I never say 'fine' to describe how I'm feeling because that's a dead giveaway that something is wrong with me. She knows me so well.

"Oh Rose, I am so sorry! Please forgive me! I know how hard this is for you" she says as she engulfs me in a bear hug. I try to hug back, but I am blocked by my own selfishness to do so. She knows I love her, but she just did what I begged her not to. Rosie was never my name. Rosalie is my name.

(a:n if you don't get it then read chapter 3 again :D)

I couldn't keep count of how many times my mom apologized to me, and I defiantly couldn't keep track of how many times I told her it was okay. We were heading to my mother's car where Styles and her rode together. What crime did he commit anyway? I haven't said anything to him since I asked what happened between him and my mom. I didn't want to talk, but who can resist curiosity?

"Why were you arrested?" I spoke up to him.

His eyes widened as if he was surprised I was actually talking. But quickly recovered with a flirty smirk on his lips.

"Ever heard of curiosity killed the cat?"

"Well you ran me over so I think my curiosity is valid" I smirked this time; proud of my comeback. He looked over at me with amusement in his eyes.

"I like you. You should know that Rosalie" he said before jumping into the car. That was the last thing that came from him that evening.

"Just turn right down this street" Harry said; giving directions to my mom. She obeyed his simple command as she drove him home.