Fifty Shades Of Rosalie | HS

13

Rosalie

Wednesday was a repeat of Tuesday.

Justin was at his locker this time, but Kyler caught me alone when I went to the restroom and Justin was already at lunch. He talked down on me as usual and I tried to stick up for myself again, earning me another blow on the same cheek.

I decided to stay home from school and work today to give my face a rest. I had an ice pack on it as I was cocooned in my blanket watching One Direction on The Ellen DeGeneres Show.

Seeing Harry's smile made me realize how much I'd missed him. How happy I was with him. How much I needed him to hold me right now.

I had received a text from him this morning but I didn't respond to it yet, too numb from the previous events to socialize and do human-y things.

Harry: good morning baby girl, hope you have a good day and BEHAVE

Harry: :)

I've read the message several times throughout the day and held back on replying as if he'd somehow know I was roughed up by a boy two days in a row.

Sighing, I forced my fingers to move across the keyboard and text him back.

Me: srry for the late response I was busy :l but thank you

Me: your text brightened my day <3

All of a sudden Harry flinched on the show and pulled out his phone. My eyes widened realizing how stupid I was in thinking this was prerecorded when it's always been a live TV show.

Harry smiled at his phone before putting it away and focusing back on Ellen who was giving him a goofy smile. Crap!

"I'm just going to guess you're smiling like an idiot because your mom texted you and move on to my next question," Ellen said jokingly.

"That'd probably be the best decision," Harry said through his chuckle, his hands clutching tightly to his phone. The crowd laughed, oblivious to the fact that he was texting the "mystery girl."

I'm doomed. Poof. Gone. Scadooshed.

I let out a whimper and sunk further into my blankets, wincing as my bruised cheek brushed against the couch.

Harry

I couldn't stop myself from smiling when Rosalie said my simple text brightened up her day. She was adorable and had the most joy over the smallest things I've come to notice.

"You guys, you're on album number five," Ellen said excitedly. "How are you feeling about it being released in a month or so?"

"Nerves, all over," Niall said, catching jitters in his legs.

"Really? I'd think by the third album it'd be a cake walk," she said surprised.

"You never know what people like and we just hope our fans will love the album. It's got a different vibe to it; maturing as we mature 'cause we'd sound like a load of wankers still singing about high school crushes that never worked out at twenty something years old," Louis said bluntly, earning a round of laughter from the crowd.

"What do you mean by mature?" Ellen quirked her brow.

"You'll have to find out when the album comes out," Louis smiled cheekily.

"Which you can preorder on iTunes next week," I pitched in. The audience cheered at the news as Ellen wrapped up the interview.

"Well boys, as always, it was nice having you on the show and their new single Perfect drops tomorrow. One Direction everybody!" We waved goodbye and exited to backstage along with Ellen.

"Whenever you decide to go public with your relationship, announce it on my show," she winked. "Maybe even bring her with you so we can meet the girl who stole the man of my dreams."

"Full of jokes aren't you," I squinted my eyes playfully. "Tell your wife I said hi!"

"After you say you'll bring her on the show!" she said as we walked separate ways.

"Maybe!" I lied. There was no way I was bringing my little girl on one of the most popular talk shows so the whole world could know her. I still wanted her all to myself; to be like my little secret almost.

Sharing her was a no for me at the moment.

Rosalie

I apologized to Harry profusely, telling him I stupidly forgot about the whole live broadcast thing.

Harry: it's fine love I didn't mind

Me: isn't that like a rule or something?

Me: no texting or calling before 5

Harry: no...

Harry: it's no calling or texting before 4 because of school which confuses me because my little girl doesn't skip school

Me: that is very confusing

Me: where is Scooby doo when you need him smh

Harry: Rosy >:/

Me: I wasn't feeling well :(

Technically, I really wasn't feeling well. I could barely feel my face, yet I had the worst headache.

Harry: are you ok?

Harry: do you need anything? Food medicine? Tampons? What's wrong princess?

Me: :')

Me: It's not like that

Harry: what is it?

Me: I don't want to talk about it.

Harry: I see you tomorrow, we can talk about it then ok?

Me: maybe

Harry: I have to go :(

Me: bye Haz

I wiped away my tears and clicked my phone off, the feeling of loneliness seeping into my pores. I wanted his arms around me so badly, but at the same time I was scared to see him.

He's expecting me to tell him why I didn't go to school tomorrow. How am I supposed to tell him that I'm religiously abused both physically and verbally? He'd leave me.

No one wants a ruined, beaten down girl.