*Harrys P.O.V.*
I pulled myself out of bed, wrapping my blanket around my body that felt so gross at the moment. Usually I get in the shower every night, but latley I haven't found the motivation to do anything. I turned on the tv before making my way back over to my bed, tucking myself under all the pillows that were sprawled out.
"Hey mate." The voice of Zayn said, his weight shifting as he sat at the end of the bed.
I didn't respond though. At the moment I felt so useless, I didn't want to do anything but sit here. I didn't want to talk, eat, or drink. All I wanted right now was Rose. Do you ever have that moment when you're so close to breaking? And when someone starts to talk to you, you feel like you might just give out and completley break down? Well I was having one of those moments. And to be honest, it doesn't feel to great.
"Come on man, just talk to me." He sounded desperate to hear the sound of my voice at least, honeslty I would be the same way if it was one of these guys like this instead of me.
I lifting the cover, showing my face. He was looking down at his feet, biting at his finger nails, a habbit he does a lot.
"Sup" I said, causing him to look up, giving me a small smile.
"You alright?" I nodded my head in response, not trusting my voice. If I did answer I know I would just break down, and I hate crying in front of people, expecially people I am close to. The last thing I want them to think is that I am weak.
"Want to talk about anything?" He asked. Without even thinking, I just let out.
"Its just fucking everything dude. I was so utterly in love with Rose, and she just fucking left, no fucking trace. I don't even know what hotel she is staying in, I don't know shit! On top of that I have fucking court tomorrow." I paused, cursing myself out mentally. Shit, I forgot entirely about court.
"Wait, why do you have court?"
I told Zayn everything. I explained to him why I have court, because I was at the club with Rose and beat a guy for trying to get with her. I told him how useless I felt, I told him every little detail about Rose, everything I miss about her. I told him how I loved when I would catch her looking at me, then she would turn away and start laughing like crazy. Her laugh. Her laugh is like heaven to my ears, its the one thing I like hearing the most. I told him how fucking gorgeous she is. Even when she is just waking up with no make up, she still looks absolutley perfect. I told him how much I want her by my side again.
And he told me to fight for her. Thats exactly what I am going to do.
*Roses P.O.V.*
I removed my clothes, jumping into the shower of my hotel bathroom. This hotel couldn't get any nicer. There was a kitchen, living space, bedroom, bathroom, and a balcony. The flooring is black hard wood flooring, my bedroom being white carpeting. Also, I can order groceries and have them delivered here by the workers on the first floor. The only thing I don't have that I need desperatly is Harry. I miss everything about him, he made me feel so safe. Now I feel like a helpless victim, that can get beat upon at any second.
One thing I can admit about myself is that I am a weakling. If I ever got into fights at school with the head girls, or when my dad would beat me to a pulp, I never had the urge to hit them back, I never had enough confidence to defend myself.
Putting a divider between my thoughts and reality, I grabbed the strawberry scented shampoo from the top shelve, pooring some into my hands.
I turned off the shower water once I was done with my hair and body, grabbing the towel that hung from the railing. Wrapping one towel around my body and the other around my hair, I stepped onto the now dripping carpet. Guess I didn't do a great job of keeping the water in the tub.
My eyes glanced at the foggy mirror, only to notice something written across. My heart beat quickened, sweat already appearing at the surface of my palms. This can not be happening, this has to be some kind of joke. Written on the mirror in sloppy letters barely legible, it read Get out. I dragged my towel across the surface, removing it. Maybe it was there from before when some foolish young teens were here drunk. Maybe they wrote it, and it never removed itself. I can not let this bother me, it can be anything.
After I was done getting dressed and my teeth were brushed, I tucked myself under the duvet hoping for a good nights worth of sleep, but without Harry right next to me that seems unfeasible.
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I jumed fifty feet in the air screaming my lungs out, probably waking up this whole floor. I cried out Harrys name wanting him to wrap his arms around me, to calm me down from the horrid nightmare I received. Only then I realized he wasn't here, Harry wasn't freaking here, and it is al my fault.
I might have made the biggest mistake of my life.
*Harry P.O.V.*
I flipped over on my back not being able to find sleep. I need Rose next to me to get some rest. I can't sleep knowing she is out there with some creep after her and I am not there to protect her.
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