The Devil in the Mirror

Rose's POV:

Chris had to go into the recording studio once again the following day. So I decided to sit this one out, and instead opted to enjoy a relaxing day of Netflix marathons.

I wokd up a bit after 9am, changed into a pair of sweats and one of Chris' t-shirts, pulling my hair into a messy bun. I the proceeded to log into Netflix, watching hours upon hours of Pretty Little Liars and Vampire Diaries. Don't judge, I'm still technically a teenager, who happens to enjoy ridiculous teen dramas that are incredibly addictive.

I nearly scream when the front door unlocks, revealing Chris laughing with Ricky, Ash, and Andy. Okay, so I screamed.

The guys burst out laughing when they heard my screams. Just when A appeared on the screen, no doubt causing even more havoc for the Liars. I quickly paused the show and spun around to face the men, a frown placed on my face.

"Excuse me? But do you mind being a little quieter, or maybe perhaps leaving? Since today was supposed to be a 'me' day." I say, giving each guy a individual glare.

Chris chuckles and approaches me with his hands up in surrender, he ducks his head and kisses me cheek, softening my hard expression. He then wraps an arm around my shoulders, grinnin at his friends standing in the doorway, looking somewhat awkward after our public display of affection.

"Um, so Chris, could you maybe tell me why you decided to have company over? And not tell me beforehand?"

"It wasn't planned. I figured we'd drop by and ask for you to join us. We're going to a bar." He explains and my stomach drops, so much for alone time.

"you don't drink though," I point out, an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, well, it'll be fun. Don't worry about it babe."

"I also, cannot drink. Remember, I'm under the age limit. I'm eighteen." Just saying that makes me irritated, I know Chris is able to drink legally, but he should know that I can't.,I guess we are pretty far apart for age limits. Almost ten years.

I shake my head and plaster a fake smile onto my face, "you go ahead. Have fun. I'll be here still, promise." With that I quickly peck his lips, and turn away, tears pooling in my eyes.

Chris doesn't say anything, but I hope he doesn't notice my tears. When I hear the door open and close again, I finally let the tears flow. Grabbing a pillow and burying my head in its softness, and screaming into it. The neighbours probably think I'm crazy, or high.

"Rosie? Rosie? Is everything alright?" A voice asks, making me jump.

I turn to face the intruder, a false apology rehearsed and prepared on my tongue. But when I catch his eye, I feel the breath catch in my throat, and fresh tears fill my eyes.

Of all the people it had to be.,

Notes

just a filler, I know, I'm sorry.
but Chris was kinda acting like a total dick that chapter, I mean he brought her ex-boyfriend to his own home, where he knew she would be. Plus he ignored the fact that she was basically crying in front of him. Some fabulous boyfriend you got there Rosie. Anyways, I think she and Andy are WAY better together!

Qotd: how many books would you like in this series?

Also what songs are you currently obsessed with?