And the way I lived this ten years with uncle and my best friend was so good that I don't know if I'll be able to leave without them. Besides, I can't help but fear this new life in Manhattan, because the image I have of Manhattan City isn't really the best, at all. All my childhood memories and nightmares are related to that city, which destroyed my childhood.
The cold winter nights and the way people passed by me in the streets, without even noticing me, a little kid shivering from the cold and playing her old violin, trying to make some money. Other times, they did notice me but sent me a judgmental look. But there were nice people, as well. The ones that would give me food or money. It always amazed me that no matter what, there will always be kind and good-hearted people in the world. I intend to be one of them. So I made a promise to myself when I was in that horrible position. I will never, ever, judge someone without knowing their real reasons. And I will never look to the others the way those mean people used to look at me. I will try to help any chance I have.
"My dear, are you alright?" I heard the voice of the man who took care of me with lots of love and respect. I looked at my uncle and realized that the car was already in motion.
"I am." I tried to ease his concerned expression. "Just a little nervous," I admitted and he smiled.
"I believe in you, Rose. You're an amazing dancer and a fantastic person, full of talents and kindness." He took my hands in his and I noticed the small tears forming in the corners of his green eyes. "The people who will surround you are the lucky ones. I was the lucky one for ten years and I couldn't be more thankful for the light and the joy you brought to my life, which used to be dark and scary."
I didn't even try stopping the tears from rolling down on my cheeks. It hurts to remember all my memories on Long Island. With my uncle, good memories only.
Uncle never told me about his past before I started leaving with him, all I knew was that he did things he shouldn't have done and he regretted it. However, I never judged him by his dark past, I tried to help him become a better person after whatever happened in his previous life.
"Oh, Uncle... I'm even more grateful for everything you've done to me. I can't imagine where would I be in the moment if you didn't help me." I squeezed his hands a little and he smiled warmly at me.
"Sir, we are here." A masculine voice woke me up from my sleep and I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the bright light. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a very tall building and I immediately recognized the typical busy streets of Manhattan.
The sun was already setting and I frowned, looking at my uncle. He was typing on his phone relaxed and I just wanted to be as relaxed as him.
"Uncle?" I called him and he diverted his eyes from his phone to look at me, "Are we finally at Harry's?" I asked him biting my lower lip. I wasn't ready to face Harry after 6 years.
"Yes, my dear." He answered and smiled. "I mean... his house isn't really here." I raised an eyebrow confused and he started explaining to me what he meant. "Harry wanted to leave in the center of Manhattan, but in a hidden place, far away from the paparazzi and the curious people." He explained to me and I nodded my head, understanding what he said.
I wasn't expecting this. Harry is so famous and everything, I thought he would want to leave in a place where everyone can see him. Why would he want to hide from the world? If he wanted to hide, he wouldn't be shooting for magazines and websites certainly. It always seemed to me that all he wants is attention from the world. I mean, he has made out with a lot of celebs, such as Kendall Jenner and Georgia Fowler and never tried to hide that.
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