Fifty Shades Of Rosalie | HS

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Rosalie

"According to this article or whatever I found on Google, they couldn't tell if I was just a friend or not but there's a ship beginning to sail because you quote on quote almost ended a pap. Some people think I'm a slut and others say you wouldn't take a slut on a date so I'm probably your friend," I paraphrased an article I was reading off my phone, feeling slightly offended.

"I don't want you reading those things,"  Harry tone was dead serious and his eyes made me want to cower in a corner. "People would do anything for a good story whether it's true or not and it could ruin you; make you do stupid things. .and I don't want their words scaring you away."

"Nothing these publists say could scare me away," I reassured him, but he didn't believe it.

"You haven't read half the articles written about me. It's ridiculous how they're willing to mess your life up for eternity to get a story that'll last a month at the most," he scoffed, picking at his food.

"What's the worst one out there?"

"Rosalie--"

"No, tell me. I won't go running for the hills like you think I would," he looked at me for a moment before sighing and hanging his head low.

"There's this one article about me almost a year back on some random site, saying I raped a teenage girl before a show," I wanted him to look at me, but he was too caught up having a war with himself in his mind.

"If you haven't noticed, I'm still sitting here in front of you and not running away screaming bloody murder," I smiled softly.

It was as if he didn't even hear me how zoned out he was. I waved my hand to get his attention but his focus was on something behind me.

"Don't look back," he grabbed my wrist to stop me from looking where he was.

"Why?"

"It's Niall--"

"No way, Really?!" I gasped turning around for a hot second before Harry called my name. "Sorry, it's just Niall's kind of sort of my favorite."

"Rosy!" he pouted and scrunched his brows. "I thought I was your favorite."

"You're my favorite person, but Niall will always be my favorite member of One Direction," I teased.

"It's because he's irish, isn't it?" He huffed, behaving like a jealous five year old.

"And blonde. . .and he plays guitar. And his signature little jump-- oh and his laugh and--"

"Alright that's enough," Harry said in an annoyed tone, rolling his eyes and getting up.

"I was only teasing Harold," I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to hold my laughter in at his jealous state.

"New rule, no teasing me," he pointed a finger at me and my jaw dropped as we exited the mall and quickly made our way to his car.

"And what about my rules? You said I get to have rules for you," I asked as we drove away from the shopping mall.

"Fine, what are your rules for me?"

"I want to see Niall--"

"That's not a rule, it's a request and that's not happening anytime soon."

"Why not?" I pouted.

"Because I said no flirting with the boys and Niall's the biggest flirt I know," He said sternly.

"Ugh, moving on," I wanted to roll my eyes so badly. "Call me Rosy, not Rosalie. You don't tell me what to wear--"