Chapter Fourteen

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"I think I must have been a twin, but the other went away and left its nipples behind."
Harry Styles

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P.O.V Harry Styles

"Where is the girl?" Louis asked as soon as I opened the door for him to come in. I rolled my eyes with his question and didn't answer.

I told Louis today that Rose Elizabeth is going to stay at my house and now he's annoyingly curious about her. He knows why I hate her so much. Truth to be spoke, he and Niall are the only ones who know about our little story. However, they are always saying it wasn't her fault and because of that, I should forgive her. But they only say that because they're not me. If they were in my position, they wouldn't forgive her too. She killed my mother, I just can't forgive her.

"Where is Niall?" I asked Louis after he closed the door and followed me to the stairs.

We ascended the dark marble stairs and we entered in my living room, "You first."

"Why do you have to be so fucking obnoxious?" I groaned when I sat on the couch and extended my legs in the small glass table in front of me. Rosana always gives me shit when I do it in front of her, but I don't give a fuck. My house, my rules. "I don't know where she is."

I'm curious though. She left my house without saying where she was doing and I have no idea where the fuck she is. I mean, she hasn't been in Manhattan for years. Actually, I think my father mentioned that he brought her to Manhattan a few months ago because of some shit I don't really remember. Nevertheless, I doubt she remembers a thing about Manhattan, since she was a child when she left.

Or maybe she's not alone. But who could she be with? She doesn't have any friends here in Manhattan and back in Long Island she only has that lame boy, Liam I think. And she also has that Pamella friend or something.

I don't fucking care, anyway. She could even be in the hospital that I wouldn't move a finger. Or maybe I would bribe the doctors to let her die.

"What do you mean you don't know? Did she left without saying a word?" he raised a eyebrow and I nodded my head. "That sucks." He sighed and sat on one of my black armchairs.

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