Harry styles fanfiction ••• I sit watching the drunken idiots around me, watching the men practically undress the young woman, one catches my eye. My fist clench as a men stares her down, she is innocent. Pure. But that's what men liked. ••• "Rosemary I know that I'm a possessive jerk that's why in trying to push you away!" Idiot i think to myself your bit supposed to tell her that! I close my eye tightly trying to pull myself together before I do something ratinal. "Well then you don't have to push anymore, im gone" I open my eye to see rose pick up her bag and slam the door behind her. ••• Cold and possessive was what people would call me, that's why i stopped talking to people I was to possessive or I was just to... Bland. It's like I'm just there but no one notices me. I'm not complaining