Angel // Harry Styles

five

Rosie hasn't seen Harry today, which is weird because he would normally wait at the front of the school every morning and walk with her to their classes. She didn't see him at lunch either and she was worried. Maybe she would go to his house after school. This was her last class after all.

"Tell me Rosie, wassup?" Her English teacher was really nice and he always saw when something was wrong. He sat in front of her table on his knees. He was as tall as Harry so he could easily come above the table when he was on his knees. With the thought of Harry a tear rolled down her face. Mister Lober grabbed her hand and took her to the hallway.

"Tell me, what's wrong with the little Rosie?" He touched her nose, he was always that goofy. Not in a creepy way, because he was not that much older than Rosie, he was only twenty one. "Nothing, just a bad day." He shook his head. "No it's not. I can see it." Rosie played with her fingers. "It's a boy, I just don't know. One moment he acts like we're friends, the other moment he kisses me." Lober sighed. "Boys.. I feel you girl." Lober was gay, everybody knew it but they didn't care. He made fun about it himself and sometimes acted like a real girl.

"Maybe you can do a few tests, like kiss him and then let him introduce you to his mom. Or let your mom ask if you two are something and let him answer. If he says you two are just friends, talk to him about it." Rosie nodded. Then the bell rang. "Good luck, little one."

Rosie rushed to Harry's house, hoping his mom was home. She only had been there once but she was great at remembering places so she got there pretty fast. She saw Harry's car on the driveway and got out of her car. She hesitated to knock or just go home, but then the door opened. Harry was ready to come outside when he saw her. He got his earbuds out and looked at her.

"Uhm, Hi. What are you doing here? I didn't expect you to come." Rosie looked down. "I wanted to talk.." Harry stepped back inside and invited Rosie in. "I'm sorry about last night, I just-" Rosie cut off his words by kissing him. Harry pulled back right away and Rosie felt really embarrassed. "We just need to talk Harry.." Rosie sounded as if she could start crying every minute.

"Harry? Who's there?" A woman came walking towards them. "Is this your girlfriend?" The woman smiled at Rosie. "No mum, she's just a good friend." Rosie could feel the invisible daggers going through her heart. He introduced her as a good friend, what about all the kisses? She needed to go. "I, uhm, I have to go." She mumbled with a huge rock in her throat. She turned around and sprinted to her car. She could feel them looking at her as she cried and got into her car.

***

She has to get away from Harry for a few days. It was in the middle of a week but she didn't care. She packed some important stuff and was driving to a house her mom and dad bought two years ago. She told her mom she was going to sleep at Heather's for a few days. How about school? She will just call and say that she's sick.

She was almost there and Harry was calling her for the eighth time now. She didn't pick up. She wanted to be alone. Why would he want to speak to her, she's just a good friend. Rosie didn't get it, Rosie was someone who needed to get everything clear. She didn't like surprises, big changes and messes. And her mind right now, was a total mess.

"Please Rosie, pick up. I need to talk to you. Where are you?." Rosie listened the voicemail again. She was stuck in traffic and the house was just ten minutes away.

'Rosie, please. Where are you? I'm freaking out.'

Another message. She turned off her phone and the traffic started to move again. In about half an hour she could finally sleep.

***

Harry was freaking out. He had told his mom Rosie was 'just a good friend' in front of Rosie herself. He knew he loved Rosie as more than just a friend but he just wasn't good at this kind of things. He only had one girlfriend, two years ago when he was seventeen. He knew he would fuck it up this time. He didn't know what was wrong with him.