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Chapter 15: Rose

Chapter 15: Rose

"Besides Blake though, we did have other people come in to our lives as well," I say. The group seems kind of surprised by that as well.

"What happened?" Bob asks.

"Well, I went with Louis to work one day and his partners wife came in. Things weren't too good then."

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"Hiya mate," the black haired boy I've become more and more accustomed with says to my boyfriend. Louis just smiles and returns the saying before hugging him.

"Has it been super busy today?" Louis asks as he takes a seat next to Zayn who just shrugs.

"Nobody really wants a tattoo this early in the morning and I'm bored so my wife is going to come in and visit me. She's bringing lunch," he tells us with a smile.

"And by lunch you mean left overs?" Louis laughs as his best mate punches his arm a bit.

"It's good to see you smiling again," Zayn comments.

"I agree," he smiles. Suddenly, I feel awkward as if I shouldn't be part of this conversion. I need to change change the topic.

"So Zayn, when is your wife going to be here? Id love to meet her and maybe have a girl friend in my life," I laugh. Zayn smiles at the thought of his woman, "she'll be here in an hour and a half, so noon." I nod appreciatively at him before deciding to go look over at the tattoos.

"One of you two should give me one one day," I comment to the boys as a picture of a rose catches my attention. It's located on the foot of some woman and it's absolutely stunning. I would never be daring enough to get one there, but a rose is definitely catching my attention.

"I don't know baby," Louis says, looking a bit weary.

"What would you even want?" Zayn asks me, actually interested.

"A rose on my side," I tell him, holding my hands at the area near my breasts to show him.

"How cliché. Why a rose?" Zayn asks me. Louis gives him a look as if to warn him to not shoot down my ideas but part of me doesn't care. I'm growing past that stage.

"Because roses are something that I feel like represent me. Originally, they're just flowers that capture people's attention. One day eventually, someone picks that flower. They try their best to survive but that person keeps bringing that flower down, a flower doomed to die the moment she was picked. He didn't know how to care for her and only hurt her. Eventually though, she is reborn on that same root. This time she isn't dumb though, she's been hurt. She needs to protect herself so this fragile flower grows thorns to keep people away. One guy though didn't mind the thorns or the pain. He didn't know her story and yet he still nutured her, watered her, cared for her until she let her thorns fall again but just for him. He picked her but knew how to care for that fragile rose. I feel like I can relate a lot to the rose in that story, it's one my mother used to tell me," I tell Zayn. Him and Louis seem completely shocked at my answer. I admit that it was a bit personal, but I couldn't stop. Images of my mother telling my sister that story whenever she went through a break up.

"And why you're side?" Zayn asks and I blush a bit.

"Well, I want it over where my broken ribs were," I say.

"Why?" Louis asks.

"Because as cliché as it sounds, if Blake didn't break them I probably would have never saw you again. I won't lie, I would've been tempted to call but never would since I am too afraid of Blake. Him putting me in the hospital changed my life for the better as terrible as that sounds but I wouldn't change a thing," I tell him. A tear is rolling down my cheek but I smile and wipe it away.