Never Forget [book one]

Chapter Seventeen

Rosaline's POV:

The sun was just barely coming out. I didn't even have to look at the time, to know it was around 6 AM.

Last night, Niall and I stayed up late talking, like old times until about 2 AM. We just joked around, and talked about me, him and the boys, us. Just basically catching up, until we fell asleep.

I stared up at the ceiling for a few minutes, just thinking.

I wondered where I'd be 5 years from now, as well as Niall. If we'd be together, and things like that. If the boys would still even be a band. How I would look. If I'd still be alive.

"I like the color of the walls too, but not enough to stare at it," an Irish accent pulled me from my train of thought.

It was then that I remembered Niall was in the room.

I had thought he'd be asleep, but instead he was sitting next to me on his laptop, fully dressed, and wide awake.

"Where you going?" I said yawning, and sitting up.

"It's where we're going," he said, closing his laptop, and sliding it under the bed.

I didn't feel like going out today, but since it was with Niall and possibly the rest, I didn't mind at all. The only problem is, I'd have to go way back home to get clothes.

"What's today?"

"Friday," he smirked. "Which means today we all go out. Saturday you owe me a date. And Sunday you can officially move in."

It's funny how he had my whole weekend planned out, but it didn't bother me. Either way, I didn't have any plans.

I shrugged. "Alright"

I got out of bed too quickly, that I wobbled a bit dizzily.

Cold air hit my legs, causing my skin to rise into little hills, as I got out of bed. I wanted to lay back down in the warm cozy duvet, to prevent the goosebumps, but I also wanted to see what monster I woke up looking like.

"Where you going?" Niall called after me.

"To see how ugly I look," I said walking away.

Looking around the bathroom, I smiled proudly as I realized I was actually in the bathroom, and not the closet.

Long story, short. Let's just say, the bathroom door and closet door look exactly alike. I swear. Not that they're suppose to look any different.

I walked over towards the mirror slowly, then cupped my hands on both sides of sink, and looked up slowly.

I'll be the first to admit, I was always scared to look at my face in the mornings, to see what makeup fiasco I had going on.

It was going to be bad living with five guys, because the insecurities will begin to kick in more often.

My makeup didn't look as bad as usual, and I'm thankful for that. Niall didn't have to wake up to a killer beast, just a beast.

Only my mascara had been messed up. It was smudged under my eyes like a raccoon. The rest of the makeup was no longer visible. My cheeks... bare. My lips... pale--but I think we all know why.

I splashed my face with water, and wiped it with my shirt sleeve, leaving it black.

At that moment, I looked back up at the mirror and observed my naked face.

It was like a staring contest... With myself.

My face looked incomplete, ugly, hideous, but most of all, unattractive. Covering that was the whole point of makeup, and that's why I always wore it.