❝I NEED TO STOP WISHING THAT YOU'LL LOVE ME BACK, BECAUSE THERE'S A REASON WHY YOU DON'T LOVE ME ALREADY. AND I GUESS THAT REASON WILL ALWAYS BE HERE.❞
Rosé was irrevocably head over heels for her best friend, Tom Holland. The only problem? He...
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GOING CRAZY CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR ❝THAT NIGHTMARISH DAY COMES TO MIND, I TELL MYSELF THAT IT WON'T BE LIKE THAT THIS TIME, YOU'RE FADING AWAY, DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT.❞
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She went back with a small smile on her face. The entrance of the hotel welcoming her like it was always her home. And for the past few weeks it has. She has gotten used to the friendly staff that would greet her as if she was family and the soft classical music that played in the elevators. Germany was beyond beautiful, it was an experience all wrapped up into one.
Rosé hummed to herself as she slid her hotel card into its slot before waiting to see the light flicker to green. She didn't seem to notice how her lights were already turned on (when she clearly turned them off) or the sound of the TV playing in the background. But she didn't miss her best friend sitting on top of her bed.
"Fun night?" Tom asked with a small smile as he changed the channel. Rosé jumped at the sight of him and almost fell back if it weren't for the wall behind her. She placed a hand over her chest, most likely to steady her racing heart. "Oh, Noah gave me your spare key if you're wondering."
The short Asian girl rolled her eyes as she shimmied her jacket off. She threw it onto the foot of the bed before she walked to the bathroom, "Wow thanks, it's not like this is a total invasion of my privacy or anything. Thanks Tommy Boy."
"Anytime Rosie Girl," Tom cheekily retorted as he got up from her bed. He leaned against the wall that separated the bedroom from the bathroom. He heard the water from the sink running and Rosé brushing her teeth. The sounds of her electric toothbrush loud and precise. "So, uh, how was your night out?"
He waited patiently as Rosé came out with her pajamas on, her hair tied up, and her toothbrush in her mouth. White surrounded her mouth from the toothpaste and her face was stripped of its heavy makeup. She shrugged and said something inconceivable, but he knew what she said. It was fine.
She disappeared into the bathroom to gargle once more, take her nightly inhaler hits, rinse her mouth once more, and then she came out. Her bottoms were those ridiculous pig patterned pants he had gotten her as a gag gift for her birthday. And her top was one of Noah's old shirts. Her dyed hair tied high up into a ponytail as she slapped toner onto her cheeks.
"You know, there's almost no difference with makeup and without," he pointed out as she laid on the center of her bed with her arms and legs sticking out like a starfish. Tom sat on the side like he always did and watch her close her eyes.
Silence enveloped them comfortably. The sound of the TV playing in the background was almost like music to their ears. Tom nudged her leg with his hand, "Scoot over." Rosé listened and moved to the left to give her friend room.
