Revenge consumes and destroys everything in it's path. When someone's vendetta lands on Rosie, her entire life is robbed from her. But Rosaline Callahan is not one to simply throw in the towel. She fights long and hard for her life back. For her family, for her friends, and most importantly for Niall. And it almost all comes back to her, but he never does.

***A/N: Book 2 here we go guys! This is the sequel to Dance Without Me (Niall Horan) so if you haven't read that one you won't have a clue what's happening hahaha:) I hope you guys like it and I love you all for reading. Thank you!

-Julia.xx***

Previously:

"Goodbye Rosie." He whispers against my lips. I can literally feel them move that's how close he is to me. I savor every syllable.

But he wasn't going to kiss me like I thought he was.

"Goodbye Niall." I whisper back. I sound like a wounded animal but I can't help it. My heart breaks at the tone of my own voice, that's how down I sound.

I will never get another shot like this. Fate brought us together and I can't help but think that there was a reason. We were more than a summer fling, I said it then and I'll say it now. For the second time, I think about leaning forward but he beats me to it again.

He then does something that makes the realization of what I have done hit me full force. It makes me finally see the extent of the damage I have done to us. I have not only severed our old relationship, I've severed the hope for a new one. And it all hits me at once like a ton of bricks.

I've really fucked up. I blew it.

Because he is leaving me again.

Niall slowly moves his face away from mine without breaking eye contact. I know he can see the pain that flashes on my face. I don't try to hide it. It's quite useless to hide anything at this point. It obviously doesn't matter to him either way because I've already fucked up enough.

He's now about a meter away from me again. This distance is already too big.

It's happening again. One of us is leaving, and the other one is letting them.

His expression remains calm, he's been calm this entire time. He slumps his hands into his pockets and takes a small step back, his blue eyes still on mine.

I hang onto the moment for as long as I can.

Then he turns and walks out the door. Just as he came, he left. I love him. I want him. I need him. But I threw away the things I love, and one of them was him. As he walks away, memories dance through my mind. I always thought that dance was life. Now I see it's the other way around. Life is a dance. As the images dance across my mind I see how happy I was. We danced perfectly together, me and Niall. Fitting each other like a glove.

But now, I will dance alone.

Now, they will dance without me.