in the night- h.s

chapter 50 - part 2

July 2017

The next morning Rosalie propped herself up, rubbing her eyes and focusing on Harry. Harry was laying on his front, sleeping with his face to her. Tears appeared in her eyes as she realised what was about to happen.

She studied his face very carefully as she didn't know when the next time she would see it. He was perfect, no flaws. His hair was her favourite part though or maybe the tattoos. She would spend hours touching and tracing them. All the things she would miss about him. The light from the window his hit face perfectly, letting her sigh at how gorgeous he looked.

"Stop staring at me, you weirdo" his lips formed a smile before his eyes opened but what he saw wasn't what he had expected. Her mind was remembering every time either of them had ever told each other to stop staring at them.

She had a solemn look on her face and the small smile she was giving him wasn't genuine. "You okay?" He asked. Her face turned from him as she realised she was being too obvious.

"I'm gonna have a shower." She said quietly, standing up and walking to the bathroom before he could say anything else.

Harry sensed something was wrong and sat up, assuming she still wasn't okay about the article so he put on some joggers and travelled downstairs to start making breakfast. Hopefully the gesture would make her feel better.

He couldn't help but think to himself that it was quite a long shower as breakfast was basically ready and she still hadn't appeared. That's when he decided to go back upstairs to see if she was ok. There was a sense of impending doom settled inside him, he just needed to be eased out of it.

Rosalie was packing a bag when he walked in. Considering she didn't live here, it looked as if she was putting everything she usually left at his in her bag. His heart snapped instantly. It was clear what was happening but it didn't stop him from asking "what's going on?"

Her face said it all, she was leaving. It didn't make any sense. They were fine, yes they had a bit of a wobble here and there but he assumed they were fine. Had it been one sided? Was he making up a perfect image in his head while she was unhappy on the other hand. Sure she had been unhappy recently but not with him, just things surrounding him.

"Rosalie? What are you doing?" He asked when she didn't answer his first question. That's when she started to cry and his heart ached the most painful ache he had ever experienced.

"I'm going home." She finally answered. Harry didn't understand. "I just need to go home." The exhaustion in her voice was evident but once again it didn't make any sense to Harry.

"Okay." He didn't dare step forward in fear that she would disappear straight away. "Are you okay?" He asked. It was as if the question was too much for her, the tears started streaming and she continued to put her clothes in her bag.

"You don't deserve this, I'm sorry." She sighed. A million things ran through his head at once, was it something more than yesterday, had she cheated on him? Is that why yesterday was making her feel so shit?

"Did I do something?" He asked. That question shattered her heart this time. She looked him in the eyes and swallowed more tears as she shook her head.

"I'm sorry, no. Harry, you've been nothing but perfect to me." Nothing made sense to him so he stepped forward, he needed to know why.

"Then why are you going home? Why are you crying? Why are you packing?" He asked all at once. Rosalie just shook her head, wiping her tears away as she packed. "Rosalie." His voice was frustrated, begging for some sort of an answer or explanation.

"I just need to get out. I need space. I feel suffocated here and I need to get out." She snapped, making Harry's eyes widen. Of course, it was a complete lie on her part. Harry felt instant guilt, he'd never realised that that was how she felt.