What Do You Mean We're Over?! (Sequel to WDYMHMB)

Chapter 2: The Cafe

Chapter 2:

Harry's P.O.V.

Even after a couple of years, I still wasn't used to sleeping on my bed without her. As creepy as it sounds, I always watched Rosie fall asleep before falling asleep myself. She looked calm and peaceful and perfect.

I opened my eyes and stretched, half expecting to see a peaceful blonde headed girl asleep next to me. I of course, knew that it would never happen.

I never moved out of the flat Rosie and I bought together. I didn't want to. Everything here reminded me of her and I couldn't bear to sell the place we both picked together.

Even Louis was upset with out breakup. He was excited that we would be brothers-in-law and all that shit. He was going to be my best man at the wedding that never happened.

There were still things around the flat that belonged to Rosie, though she never came back for them. The wedding dress she had gotten still hung in the closet waiting to be used. There were a pair of silver earrings I had bought her still in a drawer in the bathroom. She left her copy of The Notebook next to the TV. Every time I saw it, memories of our time together came back to my head like it was just yesterday. I could still see the image of us on the couch watching The Notebook with my arm slung lazily around her shoulder. Rosie's head would be resting on my shoulder and every once in a while, I'd give her a kiss on her head.

As I thought about it, a tear slipped down my cheek and I quickly wiped it away. What was done is done right? It wasn't like I could take back what I did.

I was a jerk. A stupid boy. I really messed up and it was my fault that Rosie was hurting. Another thing she left behind was her engagement ring.

After she "gave" it back to me, I put it back into the black velvet box it came from and kept it. Maybe...just maybe our relationship wasn't completely destroyed.

Sometimes, I would open the small box and look at the ring to remember her happy face. The happy expression she had when I proposed.

I groaned as I heard my phone ring. If people heard my ringtone, they'd start laughing at me. Louis thought my ringtone was downright creepy...Maybe he was right. I had set my ringtone to Rosie saying "Pick up the phone Harry!" Then it was followed by her melodious laugh.

I sighed and picked up my phone. "Hello?"

"HARREH WAKE UP!"

"I'm up, that's why I picked up the phone in the first place." I rolled my eyes. Even if Louis was two years older than me and about to turn twenty-five on Christmas Eve, he still acted twenty years younger. He acted this way back when he was eighteen when I first met him. Some things never change.

"Okay smart ass." Louis said.

"What do you want at this early hour?"

"It's noon idiot. Noon. Get your lazy ass up, we're goin out to lunch." Louis demanded.

"I think I'm gonna stay in today."

"Okay I'll be there in three seconds."

"Wait what-"

Right then, Louis burst through my bedroom door, holding his phone in his hand. Dammit, why did I give him my spare key. That was originally Rosie's...but it was also the one she threw at my forehead when she left me.

"Now get up lazy."

"But-"

"I will give you five minutes."

"Or else what?"

"You don't wanna know." Louis smirked. I knew all too well that it meant he had no plan, but I agreed to get up anyways.