"hello, mr. styles. my mummy sent me to ask you if you have some sugar that we could have."
mr. styles nods and asks her to come inside.
"but you're a stranger, mummy said that-."
"i'm just asking you inside so you can take the sugar, love."
love?
rosaline walks into the house and looks around. there are several pictures on the wall. it's a girl around her age, smiling.
"who's that?"
she curiously looks at mr. styles.
"none of your business. sit down."
rosaline sits down at the kitchen table and mr. styles is sitting next to her.
"listen, love. you have to keep everything that happens in the next minutes a secret. promise?"
rosaline thinks for a bit, and nods afterwards.
mr. styles slowly reaches for her skirt.
YOU ARE READING
rosaline - h.s.
Random"you're just like my baby girl." "i love you so much, baby girl." "i want you, baby girl." in which rosaline is a naive seventeen-year-old and harry has literally gone mental after losing his only baby girl.
