Afriad To Trust

Chapter 23

Here's chapter 23. Enjoy!

Zayns POV

We got home from the meeting with Simon. We walked through the door to be meet with a loud t.v.; I walked towards the kitchen and I was met with utensils everywhere and all the cupboards open. All in all the kitchen was a mess.  I whirled around and made my way towards the loud television. I saw the back of Rosie's head, she leaned forward for a box of cereal is that what it is? I squinted my eyes and saw the box was red. Is that my box of stashed Fruity Pebbles? It is!

"What happened? I asked.

She jolted up, letting the cereal bowl and spoon fall down to the floor. I took in her appearance. Her long raven hair was in low ponytail that has fallen out from her sleep; she has a  T-shirt and joggers that Niall borrowed her, they had little puddles of milk that trailed down the shirt in brown dots; on the gray joggers there were puddles of wet spots. My eyes trailed from the joggers, to the shirt and landed on her shocked face. She had milk that must have dribbled out of her mouth dried on her chin. All in all she looked like a mess.

"Uhh.....uhhh..." she stuttered out.

"What happened?" I asked again..

"I...uhhh....got...hungry?" She answered as a question.

"You got hungry?"

"Yes."

"Okay then.." I trailed off.

"Wait...You're not going to...punish me for the mess I made?" Rosie asked a little frightened.

"No of course not. Why would we?" Niall asked.

"Uh...no reason." she asked quietly.

Harry's POV

Why would we punish her?  Her hazel brown eyes darted to the floor, she sighed. Rosie bent down and picked up the sauce pan and wooden spoon, she stood up; as she passed the coffee table she grabbed the cereal box and shuffled towards the living room with her head set straight forward. 

"Why would we punish her?" Liam asked.

"I dunno mate." I replied with shrug of my shoulders.

RoseMaries POV

I shuffled my way into the kitchen to clean of the mess I made so I wouldn't be punished. I know they say they wouldn't but the worst mistake I have ever made was believe that told lie in my past.

Don't them in don't let them see be the girl good you always have to be..

I quietly sang as I cleaned up the mess I made. A couple tears rolled down my cheeks and made contact with the floor. I wiped away a couple more that fell; I picked myself off the floor. I closed the drawer, more tears made there way out of my moist eyes and down my cheeks. I chocked back sobs, trying not to make noise. I closed the last cabinet , i grabbed a roll of paper towels, the trash can and made my way towards the living room. I walked with my head high and kept my composure. Once I got into the living room I made no eye contact with any of the lads. I went straight to the spilled milk and soggy fruity pebbles. I placed the trash can on the ground close to the mess, I kneeled down, I ripped a bunch of paper towels and started cleaning up the mess I made.

Why are you so clumsy Rosie?

Shut up leave me alone

I'm only kidding Rosie

Shut up! Shut up!