♡ chapter 11 - Harry ♡

            Horror movie. How fucking cliché, right? Zayn insisted that scary movies would spice up the atmosphere considering the past couple of hectic days we hardly made it through. And so now, here I am, sitting next to Rose on the couch (wishing I could be closer, but not in the mood to be cremated), and watching something as stupid as The Conjuring. I honestly don’t see what’s so fucking scary about it, but each one of these pansies jump at the slightest noise.

            Maybe it’s because I’m Harry Styles and I’m not scared of anything, or maybe it’s because I’m so fucking livid right now watching Rose cuddle into Jessie’s chest with every spooky scene that occurs. I mean, I know I’m not much of comfort considering she (sadly) can’t cling to me like that, but does it have to be Jessie? My brother that I absolutely, positively cannot stand?

            Then again, Jessie seemed to be the only person in this room Rose can touch without burning the shit out of. But it still pisses me off that I can’t be the one she snuggling against because she’s scared. I don’t want Rose to fear anything, especially not a pathetic movie like this, and especially not with me around to keep her safe. As cliché and pathetic as it fucking sounds, it’s suffocating me to see her with another guy, especially my brother. I don’t want to see her with anyone other than me.

            And yet I can’t even hold her hand without fearing my arm will turn to ashes.

            What a fucking fairytale, right?

            Puffing out air from my cheeks, I let my temple fall onto my fist as my hand propped my up, my eyes unamusingly watching the movie at play. Something dodged at the camera quickly, causing practically everyone to squeal like girls and I caught sight of Rose burying her face in Jessie’s chest before slowly peeking out. The action would’ve been adorable if it were me she were cuddling in to.

            And Jessie was enjoying the attention from Rose far too much.

            The satisfied smirk on his lips was evident as he hooked his arm around her, rubbing her arm as if to comfort her. My hands curled into tight fists as I tore my eyes from the scene, chewing my bottom lip furiously and even drawing a little blood. But I didn’t fucking care, I was too pissed to care. And even though it’s quite obvious, I will be pathetic and admit that I’m jealous. I’m incredibly jealous. Jessie gets to hold the girl I’ve been dying to hold for a few weeks now. He doesn’t have to worry about burning to ashes, or even getting stinging blisters on his hand. He just gets to do it, and that pisses me off even more.

            When the movie finally ended, I was more than relieved. I was sick and tired of sitting on this couch, watching this disgusting cuddling session happening next to me.

            It wouldn’t be disgusting if it were me…

            Shaking my head to rid those thoughts, I stand from the couch just as an idea strikes me. Jessie looked as if he were about to say something to Rose as she heaved both hands through her hair, her half empty bag of M&Ms sitting on the table. The little turd wouldn’t let anyone have any, but I honestly found it pretty adorable. Not to mention the way her eyes lit up when she saw them and—

            Focus, dammit.

            “Rose, can I talk to you?” I said just as Jessie was opening his mouth. He glanced to me, and I was positive there was resentment in his eyes.

            Rose shrugged. “Um, all right. Can I bring my M&Ms?”

            Biting my lip to hold back a chuckle, I shrugged and she followed me into the room. Her eyes were speckled with curiosity as she shoved in two candies at a time. I learned that she has this weird OCD problem where she has to take even bites of food. Like if she eats Cheese-Itz, she has to eat them two at a time. Just like with these M&Ms, and apparently her OCD is pretty bad. I didn’t ask her about it, but it was cute enough as it was.

            Without speaking, I turned around and walked to one of her bags of new clothes. I pulled out the blue bikini, still a little depressed she hadn’t tried it on in the store, but now praying that she would accept my offer. She seemed more than baffled as I handed it to her, her eyebrows shooting up.

            “Go change,” I told her as a small smile graced my lips. “I want to show you something.”

            “Harry, its dark out and you know—“

            “I know you’re scared of the dark, Rosalie. But I’ll be right there, and besides… This’ll be fun, all right? Just… trust me on this.”

            Rose raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a trick question, right?”

            I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “No, it isn’t. But it might turn into one if you don’t hurry up and get changed.”

            Sighing heavily, Rose popped two more M&Ms into her mouth before she shrugged. “Fine, Harold. But this better be worth going out into the dark.”

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            “I’m going to have a panic attack and die right now and you’ll never know because you’re too busy laughing at me,” Rose scolded as she walked behind me.

            I smirked. “Rose, I’d know if you died because then it’d be quiet.”

            Rose scoffed. “You love my rambling, Harold. Just admit it.”

            You’re right, I really do.

            “Never in a million years. And would you stop calling me Harold, Rosalie?”

            “Only if you stop calling me Rosalie.”

            “Not going to happen.”

            “All right then, Harold, don’t complain.”

            Not being able to stop the small smile gracing my lips, I didn’t dare turn back to look at her. I knew I’d get lost in those beautiful brown eyes of hers, and I really needed to stay focused. I already knew seeing her in a bathing suit was going to make me go insane, but I seemed to melt under the twinkling eyes she has. It’s like she has a power over me, just by meeting my gaze. It’s beautiful and agonizingly pathetic all at the same time, and I’m not sure which one to be more afraid of; the way she has control over me, or the way she makes me feel.

            Coming upon the area where I knew the little pond was located, I pushed through a couple more branches and held them out for Rose to pass. She was rambling about stepping on a rock or something when she stopped mid-sentence, her lips parting in absolute shock as she took in the sight of the small pond.

            It wasn’t huge, but it was near a bunch of rocks where a miniature waterfall was eligible to form. The moonlight highlighted the calm water beautifully, making it sparkle in the miraculous of ways. I found myself gawking at the sight, remembering all those years ago when I last came to this area. I shook my head, not wanting to relive those moments with an incredible person standing next to me.

            “Wow,” she breathed out.

            “Beautiful, right?” I smiled as I jammed my hands into my swimming trunks pockets, glancing over at her dimly lit face, the moonlight casting a gorgeous shadow on her already perfect features.

            “It’s stunning, Harry. I just… wow.” Rose grinned as she shook her head slightly.

            “Worth going out in the dark for?” I asked with slight amusement, a grin painting my lips.

            Rose chuckled, rolling her eyes at me before she stepped towards the water and dipped her fingers in. She seemed satisfied with the temperature as she waltzed back over to me, raising her eyebrows expectantly.

            I cleared my throat. “Right, well… ready for a swim?”

            Rose grinned as her fingers went to the hem of her shirt and I mentally braced myself for the sight I was about to see.

            Fuck it, I’m not ready.

            Forcing my eyes to stare at the ground, I spotted Rose’s shirt falling not even five feet away from me. I could hear her undoing the button of her shorts, then the zipper being pulled down as she slid out of them. My palms were sweating as I couldn’t help myself anymore, and I looked up.

            And I nearly snatched her bracelet off right there.

            Shamelessly, my eyes scanned over her delicate curves and toned stomach, faint scars being seen by they added to her beauty. The bathing suit top complimented her bust perfectly, causing my heart to pick up pace in my chest. The temptation to break the bracelet and kiss her to death was desirably strong, but I thought of her safety and was able to push those thoughts away before I got ahead of myself.

            Rose seemed oblivious as I gazed at her, turning around and walking towards the water. My eyes lingered on her ass a little longer than I should’ve, but I’m not exactly complaining. So before she could actually get suspicious of my stillness, I forced myself to walk over to the edge of the water, hesitating before tugging my own shirt off. It’s not that I’m self-conscious like Rose is, it’s just that my scars really do bother me. So, I guess I am a little self-conscious.

            Rose turned to me, flashing me that bright smile I’ve adored for the past two weeks. Is that even possible to be so infatuated with someone in such a short amount of time? I don’t have much experience with this stuff, but there’s no denying the alluring aura Rose has radiating around her, and its pulling me in every chance it gets.

            She jumped into the water, the depth just about a foot taller than her in the middle. Knowing I’m taller than Rose, I wasn’t going to be stupid and dive in, so I simply walked in the water. Rose came up, her eyelashes sparkled with water in the dim lit and she looked like an angel to me. The light that overpowers my darkness, although I know there’s no way she can fix who I am. And still, I can’t help but realize she makes me a better person without even trying.

            “Can we jump off those rocks?” Rose asked as she pointed at the small mound of rocks about four feet above the water.

            I chewed my bottom lip. “I did when I was younger, but I’m not sure if it’s safe, Rose. We’re not the same height we were as seven year olds.”

            Rose frowned, swimming over to the pile anyways and climbing on top of it. “It looks safe,” she said as she peeked down at the water. I tried not to notice the way water droplets slithered over her smooth skin.

            “I don’t know, Rose…” I studied the height, then looked back at Rose.

            “I’m going to try it,” she said defiantly. “The worse that can happen is I touch the bottom when I jump.”

            “Or you hit the water the wrong way and break the only good leg you have, or you smash into one of the rocks down here, or—“

            “Harry, you’re over thinking this,” she said simply as she let out a small giggle. She glanced down at her leg which has mostly healed by now, thanks to the miraculous magic of Healers, but there was still a jagged scar on her mid-thigh.

            “Rose, must you do this?” I sighed as I stood on my tippy toes to keep my head above the water.

            “I’m not going to die, Harry. Relax.”

            Frowning, I tried to push away the negative scenarios that could occur. Without much of a warning, Rose jogged towards the edge of the rocks before leaping off, her slender body pummeling towards the water. My heart seemed to have stopped beating as she entered, bubbles gurgling around where her form had been devoured by the now rippling water. I guess I’ll have to congratulate her for having more guts than me.

            A couple of seconds went by, and she still hadn’t resurfaced.

            “Rose?” I called as I swam over to the area she entered. “Rose, if this is a fucking joke, I don’t find it funny!”

            My heart hammered in my chest, the lack of light making it difficult to see. Doing the only thing I could, I dived under to search for her, waving my arms around frantically to try and reach for her. Even with my eyes open, it was difficult to see with only the moon lighting the sky. After coming up for air once, I went back down in a determined search, not about to let the only thing that means most to me slip away.

            My fingers brushed over her soft skin after more frantic searching and I wasted no time it gripping her arms. The fire searing through my skin threatened to make me scream, but Rose’s life was on the line and I couldn’t care less about the horrific burning sensation. I pulled her out of the water, not wasting any time in hauling her body onto the shore. I glanced down at my hand, the redness blistering horribly as it even started to break through my skin, but I didn’t care.

            “Rose, come on,” I whispered frantically as I folded my hands over each other, pressing them to her chest as I put some of my weight on her. I repeated the action over and over again, fear being a fat bitch as it ate up my insides.

            And finally, she began to cough.

            I tore my hands away, sticking them in the water to try and relieve the horrendous sensation tearing at my body. Rose sat up, coughing brutally as she heaved in a sharp breath, her eyes fluttering opened. I wanted to scream at her so badly right now for being so fucking stupid, but I was too busy trying to keep my hands attached to my arms to give in that much effort. But if she thought she was going to get away with this, she was dead fucking wrong.

            After Rose seemed to be breathing straight again, my hands had started to cool down just the slightest, but I kept them in the water as I glanced over my shoulder to glare at her. “I fucking told you, Rose. God, I fucking told you and you didn’t listen to me. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, you know that?” I shouted, rage coursing my veins immensely.

            “I-I’m sorry,” she whispered as she brushed her hair out of her voice, her voice sounding slightly hoarse from her hacking. “What’s wrong with your hands?”

            “I saved your ass, that’s what’s wrong. Burns like hell, too, but I wasn’t about to let your stupidity take your life away.”

            “Why would you get hurt for me, Harry?” she asked in a soft voice, clear confusion lacing her tone and I almost laughed in her face.

            God, she’s so oblivious to how much she means to me.

            “Why, Harry?” she repeated, firmer this time as if she had a boost in confidence. “Why do you hate me one minute and save me the next?”

            “Drop it, Rose,” I grumbled under my breath, finally taking my hands out of the cool water to inspect them.

            “No, why are you so bipolar with your emotions? Why are you so confusing?”

            “I said drop it, Rose!” I yelled, the anger from Rose nearly dying and now her pushing such a subject getting to me. I rubbed my sore hands vigorously over my face, not caring about how much it pained me to do so. I wanted this little adventure to be fun, but then she had to go and pull a fucking stunt like that.

            Rose hushed immediately at my darkening tone, swallowing as she scooted away from me just the slightest. She didn’t speak as she stood, grabbing her clothes. A sigh left my lips as I snatched my shirt off the ground. She may be trying to walk away from me, but no fucking way am I letting her walk alone in the woods at night. Not to mention her phobia could act up and she could need me and—

            Stop before you get carried away, Styles.

            As much as I wanted to tell Rose I was sorry, and to tell her the truth about her importance in my life, I didn’t. I stayed silent due to her silence and my anger still rummaging through me. And just when I thought we were finally getting on good terms again, I had to go and fuck it up.

            That seems to be the only thing I’m ever good at; hurting the people I care about. And I fucking hate it. 

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A/N: Aww, poor Harry :( It always makes me sad writing stuff like this, but authors gotta do what they gotta do, right? ^.^ Anyways, I just wanted to see if I could do something sorta Twilight like...

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