Sign For Love ((ON HOLD))

Chapter Three

It was later that night, and I was standing at the kitchen counter, eating out of a chinese takeout box. My hair was pulled into a messy bun on top of my head, Brandon came into the kitchen, looking anxious.

<<Rose? We need to talk...>> he signed. I nodded my head, acknowledging him, encouraging him to continue.

<<I got a job>> he said.

I set my food down.

<<oh my gosh Brandon that's amazing! What is it?!>> I said.

<<It's a photography thing. Sort of more of graphic design. The stuff I went to school for. There's...just a slight problem...>>

<<What's the problem..?>>

Brandon looked away for a few moments, and I swear I saw tears in his eyes.

<<It's in New York City>>

My heart stopped. I felt...like I had been hit with a ton of bricks.

<<You're leaving me.>>

With that I bolted up the stairs, locking myself into my bedroom. Tears were pouring from my eyes. I didn't know what to do..

So...I did the first thing that popped into my head. I texted Harry. His contact name in my phone was 'Sexy Hazzabear(;' That boy. Ugh.

<<Harry? Are you busy?>> I sent, before moving over to my wardrobe to grab an outfit.

I pulled on a pair of tight white denim mini shorts, and a pink corset top that exposed a couple inches of my stomach. I pulled on a pair of strappy black heels, and let my hair tumble down my back and shoulders.

I turned to my bed to see a new message on my phone, so I opened it.

<<Nope! What's up 'sexy stylist?(;>>

<<Can...you come pick me up?>>

I had a feeling Brandon was trying to get into my room, but I didn't want him in here right now.

<<Sure. What's your address?>>

I sent him my address before going to reapply my black eyeliner.

<<My hotel is right up the street, do you want to just walk up and meet me there?>>

<<Be there in ten minutes>>

I looked one last time in the mirror, still unsatisfied with my reflection. I was never satisfied with it. But at least you could see 90% of my tattoos.

<<Can't wait (;>>

I laughed at Harry's response, and then, opened my bedroom door to have Brandon toppling in on me.

<<Rose, I'm so sorry I just can't pass this up!>> he signed frantically.

I pushed past him, sauntering down the steps.

To my surprise, he didn't stop me, but when I looked back, he was watching me from the doorway. I knew this was hurting him. Hell, it was hurting ME. But...I needed to be out of there. I needed someone else.

I walked carefully to Harry's hotel, watching everthing carefully. Walking through the city was especially hard, because I couldn't hear if a car was coming out of nowhere, I couldn't look away for even a second. When I got to the hotel, I saw the familiar curly haired boy waiting for me in the lobby.

He smiled when he saw me at first, but it turned to a look of confusion when I got closer.

Damn. I must be crying again..

I saw his lips moving, probably asking what was wrong before he remembered that I couldn't hear him. I ran the last few steps to him, throwing myself into his arms, letting my tears spill out.

He held me tightly, rubbing circles onto my back. I could feel his chest vibrating, but it didnt stop the way it did when you talked, he must be humming.

One arm unhooked from my waist, moving up to gently cup my chin. His eyes stared gently into my watering ones, searching.

Why did I have to be deaf?! Why couldn't I speak anymore?! Why was everything so unfair?! Why was Brandon being taken from me!? Why couldn't I just be...normal?!

People were beginning to stare. I guess I was causing a bit of a scene, sobbing into some popstar's shirt. Harry took my hand, wrapping his other arm around my waist, leading me to the lift to go up to his room.