Falling For The Curls

18

Harry's POV

"No it's not like that." I try to explain.

"Well-" Zayn paused.

The front door had slammed.

Me and Zayn rushed out of the living room and since no one had arrived, someone must have left.

Rosie.

She must of heard.

Opening the front door, I sprinted down the steps and through the driveway.

I could see Rosie ahead.

"Rosie!" I yelled after her, beginning to run again.

She knew it was me so she began to run.

Rosie's POV

That line was enough for me. I wasn't going to risk anything.

Slamming the door shut, I bolted out of the driveway and up the street.

Beginning to slow down, I then heard Harry shout my name.

Completely infuriated, I sprinted as fast as possible.

Trying to picture how we made our away to Zayn's house, I took a right.

Tears began to build in my eyes and then flood down my face.

How could I be so foolish?

Whilst I was kissing Harry he was probably thinking about another girl.

Finally, I made it to the steps to the tube station.

Clambering the steps, I quickly glanced back to see if Harry was nearby.

He was behind me, only a mere metre away.

Inevitably, I would have to speak to him.

Trying to wipe my tears away as it was making my vision blurred, I gripped the handle to gain my some stability as I was stepping down the steps way too fast.

I made it to the barriers but the throng of people was getting in the way and delaying me.

Panicking, I pushed through people, receiving many insults.

Harry had still not caught up with me.

Inserting my ticket, I glanced back to see if Harry was nearby but luckily he wasn't.

The barrier opened automatically and I collected my ticket.

Beginning to run again, I put my ticket back in my pocket.

- on the tube -

My crying wouldn't stop.

This was what I was dreading.

It wasn't being pushed away.

It was being made to be a fool.

I feared both.

Once I arrived at Paddington I checked the screens for the next train.

Fortunately, the next one was in five minutes.

Harry's POV

I lost Rosie in the crowds of people.

Giving up hope and assuming she had gone to get the train back, I walked back to Zayn's.

Why was I so stupid?

She would never forgive me.

Rosie's POV

When I arrived at the university, I felt dismal and depressed, however, when I left I felt exultant.

Knocking on the door of my room, I wiped my tear-stained face.

Sam opened it and I was so happy to see her.

I ran into her arms.

"Hey what's up?"

Sitting down on the sofa, a tissue in hand, I explained to her what had happened, sobbing when I got to the bad part.

"Should I let him explain to me? I want to know the truth." I bawled.

"You deserve the truth, no matter what. It might of been a misunderstanding."

"I hope so."

---------

I'm sorry if any info about London was inaccurate.