The heart wants what it wants (One Direction)

Chapter 8

(A/N tried to put a lot of information in here. ENJOY!)

Harry and I have been dating for 3 weeks and almost the whole time I had been in a coma. Harry and I were going on our very first date tonight and I wanted to surprise him with a new watch. The watch was so expensive I spent more than half of my life savings on it, but Harry’s worth that and much more. I still hope it’s the right one, you see he has been wanting a certain watch for a while now and I think this is the right one. Tonight Harry and I were going to the movies, I was a little worried that we were going to be crowded by screaming fans wanting his autograph and pictures, but I would have to wait and see.

“There is absolutely nothing to wear in here!” I was searching around in my closet for something to wear for tonight and found absolutely nothing. I dug deeper in my closet where I found a sapphire dress that stopped right before my knees. It had a tight waist and white flowers with gems on the waist belt. I suddenly knew it was my mum’s old dress. I missed her so much, you see when I was 14 my mum and I had went to go shopping at the mall and on our way back we were singing with the radio. We had stopped at a stop sign and neither of us saw that a car was coming right towards us. My mum died instantly on impact, I got a broken arm and the drunk driver walked away perfectly fine. This dress was one we had bought that day and the only item that survived perfectly with absolutely nothing on it. I still have nightmares about that day, but what makes it worse is that when I went home that day I found out my father had left me all alone with nothing. I had to live with my aunt and if it wasn’t for Harry I wouldn’t be sane right now. My only friends were Harry, the boys and their girlfriends because I could never find myself trusting anybody else. I carefully slipped on the dress and walked up to my mirror that hung on the wall. It fit me perfectly, mum always was quite small. I went into the bathroom and curled my hair and let it hang loosely down on my shoulders. I was admiring the dress when I heard the doorbell. I quickly slipped on my white ballet flats and my cardigan and raced towards the door. I opened the door and saw Harry leaning against the wall by the door.

His jaw dropped at the sight of me, “Don’t let flies get in,” I giggled. He automatically closed his mouth, but still looked at me with wide eyes.

“You… you look… gorgeous!”

“Thanks,” I giggled. We walked to his car hand in hand when all of a sudden we were surrounded by paparazzi. There was lights flashing everywhere and tons of people asking questions.

“Harry, is it true that you and Rose are dating?”

“Harry, is it true that you have to girlfriends?” That one hurt because it could be true, but I knew it wasn’t likely.

“Harry over here!”

“Rose, is it true your mum was killed in a car crash and your dad left you?” That was it, I started to cry and Harry noticed and started sprinting towards the car. When we got there we started to drive off, instead of the movies we decided to go to WestingviewCastle (a/n made up some random place). (it is an old castle back in the medieval times that is now run down) We pulled up and walked over to where we could see an overview of the city. We sat down and I buried my head in the nape of Harry’s neck, he pulled me up on his lap and stroked my hair. I let out sobs and he let me, I was so shocked that they brought it up.

“It’s ok Rose. Let it all out, I’m here for you.” This made me sob even harder, Harry was the only one that knew, not even the boys or El or Dani. I was always so quiet when they talked about their family, but I learned to bottle up my emotions so nobody could tell. After my sobs started to quit I looked up at Harry, his eyes were locked on me and there was worry in his eyes.

“Harry?”

“Yes love?”

“Why did you stay all of these years?”

“Rose, I love you, I always have. I would never leave you, and never will. From the first time I saw you I needed you, you were like my kryptonite. I wanted to be more than friends from the very start, and I couldn’t even try to break away, and I never did. When you left for a week to visit your grandparents when you were 15, I cried myself to sleep because I didn’t know if you were coming back because your grandpa was really sick. That’s also why I called you everyday and texted you. Your picture is on my phone, and always has been!” he took out his phone, there on the screen was a picture of me and him by the pool when we were young.

“You kept that picture?”

“How could I ever forget the day I had my first kiss? And that first kiss was you!”

(A/N) SURPRISES!!!!!!!! lot of information in this chapter!