•SEQUEL TO BROKEN•
It had been a year since Rose Williams had moved to Guernsey, away from Harry Lewis and Simon Minter, her heart shattered and broken. Now she's back with a goal to fix herself, but will someone do it for her?
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The second Will walked into the house, my heart dropped, and everything flew out of the window. Why was he here?
I didn't give anything away, though, smiling when the lanky brunet walked over.
"Hey, mate," Simon laughed as he clapped Will on the back. Will turned, and the pair exchanged some banter as I watched from the island. I knew whatever happened, I could say I didn't kiss back. Because I didn't. I didn't.
"Hey, Rose," said Will as he walked over to me. I smiled and stood from my seat. We hugged, and I felt my body to rigid. It felt weird to know that the boy who'd kissed me and my boyfriend were in the same room. So many things could go wrong, and all I was worried about was seeing the look on Simon's face if he found out. Life was a bitch and apparently, she had a vendetta against me.
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It'd been hours since Will had arrived and by now, everyone had started drinking. I sat at the island nervously as I watched the boys interact and joke, my eyes glued to every interaction Will and Simon had.
"You look sick, literally."
I looked to my right to see Vik, a frown on his small face. I chuckled drily, and attempted to swallow – finding my throat dry.
"I am. I did something bad. Well, I didn't but someone else did but if Simon knows, it comes back to bite me," I confessed quietly, and Vik's face fell.
"Will."
I nodded, and my best friend instantly hopped on the seat next to me.
"He kissed me! What was I supposed to do? Ruin our friendship and have the rest of the day be awkward?" I mumbled, and Vik shook his head, placing a hand on my leg.
"It's fine, Ro. Simon will understand," he tried to tell me, but it was too late, my nerves were over powering.
I looked at Vik as he tried to coach me through slow and steady breathing. I couldn't think. What if Simon hated me? What if he didn't love me anymore?
As these fears tormented me, I felt a hand wrap around my waist – which I pushed away hastily, my mind unable to take physical contact at that moment.
Then the world moved in slow motion.
"At least she didn't push me away."
My head spun to face Will. Everyone spun to face Will.
Then the world sped up.
I watched the regret on Will's face. I looked up at Simon and nothing could've prepared me.
He looked broken. That's the only thing that could describe him.
Then he looked at me.
"You kissed him?" he breathed, and I shot from my seat as fast as I could.
"No!" I cried, my hands going to Simon's chest in attempt to stop him walking away.
"Will kissed me!" I cried, tears now pouring down my cheeks. "Will kissed me and I told him no! I told him I was with you!"
As much as I begged, in that moment, I knew nothing could stop Simon – nothing could change his mind.
"You promised."
My breathing hitched as I stared at Simon. He was right. I'd promised.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I was stood, staring up at the boy I loved – and I looked like a fucking fish.
As I placed a hand against Simon's cheeks, he stepped back like I was boiling, pain flashing across his face.
"No."
Simon's face turned hard as I stepped into me, pushing me out of his way. I gripped tightly onto his shirt as he walked away, trying as much as I could to keep him here.
"Simon!" I begged as he dragged me past the boys who stood in shock, Will's mouth hanging open.
I didn't realise how strong Simon truly was until he was dragging me through the house and out of the door.
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"Please!" I begged as tears streamed down my face. I temporarily let go and fell to the gravel, my knees scraping across the sharp flooring. I couldn't have cared less, and I scrambled to my feet and ran after Simon.
"Simon!" I cried as he walked out of the gate to the house, leaving me running behind him. I heard footsteps behind me, but I kept running.
I reached Simon and grabbed his shirt, but he simply pushed me away, sending me to the floor once more. This time, I didn't move.
Instead, I watched, broken-hearted, as Simon walked down the street and left me behind, bloody knees and red cheeks.
I didn't know if we could come back from this. Not again.
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WARNING: The next chapter has mentions and references of suicide so if you don't want to read, skip the next chapter and halfway through that x