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"I'm the rose that came from the concrete."

C A R D I  B


P.O.V Rose Elizabeth

"I could never forgive him, Blanca. He kissed me! He kissed me and then he left without saying anything!" I scoffed and Blanca looked at me, without knowing what to say.

"Have you tried to talk to him?" She asked.

I looked at my salad with sad eyes, "Yes... I sent him so many text messages and called him repeatedly. He never answered me. What if he's running from me? Maybe I was a bad kisser."

Blanca laughed with my idea and continued eating her food as well, "That's fucking ridiculous, Rosie. Do you want me to kiss you and then I will tell you if you are a good kisser or not?"

I chuckled, "No, thanks, Blanca. Next time, maybe." I winked at her and she winked back.

I missed being with her. We spent weeks without seeing each other and she's really a good friend, even though we were only like three or four times together. But she's so funny and happy that makes me want to stay with her all the time.

"Are you sure Harry left? Maybe he's just leaving your house early and coming back really late. He's probably just busy with work," she told me, but I shook my head.

"I asked Alexina about that and she told me she went on a business trip. Just like that! Why didn't he even say goodbye? I mean, it's been almost a week and he isn't back yet!"

I didn't have words to express how furious I was, but I just couldn't stop thinking about the one time he left four years ago. How couldn't I? I mean, one more time he just left me and didn't say anything. Does it hurt to leave a message or something?

"You have to calm down, Rose. He'll be back sooner than you think, I bet."

I sighed, "I hope so. And what about you? What have you been doing?"

Suddenly I felt really rude for talking about myself all this time and not asking anything about her. It's just that I can't stop thinking about it and I really needed someone to talk to.

Today, a few hours ago, when I was in my dance class at Juilliard, one of my classmates asked me if everything was alright with me. I told I was fine since I didn't think I could trust her.

It's been more than two weeks since I started my classes in Juilliard and I've made a few friends there, like Clarissa, Britney, and Lola, but I can't seem to trust them yet.

The first time I saw Lola, she told me she knew who I was because of the magazine in which I was the cover as long with Harry. I was almost forgetting about that, but lately, I've been approached by random people asking me if I was Harry Styles' girlfriend.

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