Rotation. - A Harry Styles Fan - Fiction

"Harry, I do love you, but... But I can't," I shivered to the words I had just spoken. I did love Harry, I really did but I can't..

"Why not!?" He yelled back at me.

"Harry! Please! Your making this even harder!" A tear trickled down my face. I held my breath, waiting to hear the rest.

"Any other girl would swoon over me!, I have millions of fans waiting for me. They would do anything. Just for ME! Rosie don't make this hard on yourself here! If you would just say 'yes of-course!', Rosie I love you! I know you feel the same!" He screamed back at me.

"Not everythings always about YOU! Harry. I...I...I, I don't love just YOU".
I watched as Harry fell mentally, the shaddered peices of his broken heart falling down.

"Who?" he whispered to me. Walking closer to me.

"Harry, I can't tell! You'll hate him!" I shaded my face away from his angry glare.

He just walked away.
I slid down on the wall.

What will I ever do?

Rosie Marie Gardener.

What have you done?

Harry hates you.

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5. Chapter Five.

Chapter Five.

I slowly got the keys out of my bag, re-thinking what I should do next.

Maybe, ring Harry to sort things out. Maybe just forget and continue on with our friendship?

 

I walked inside my neatly sorted house, and sat on the brightly coloured lounge. I grabbed the home phone and dialled Harry's number. I pulled it close to my ear.

 

"Hello?" his voice all cheerpy and happy.

 

"Hi Harry" I smiled when I heard his voice.

 

"Rosie!, sorry about befo..." I cut the curly haired boy off.

 

"Harry, no I'm sorry Harry.. I wasn't thinking straight.. Or maybe you weren't. But, I was just wondering, do you want to go to Starbucks tomorrow at eleven?" I questioned him, I knew he was happy to hear that.

 

"Yes! of-course! I would love too" he sang cheerfully.

 

"Okay bye" I cherped to him through the phone.

 

"Bye Rosie" I smiled to myself. A lifes goal, going to Starbucks.

 

I ran through the house, rummaging through my boxes of clothes.

 

I just moved here, as you may see.

I pulled Pajamas out of the box and stripped off. They smelt of delicate fabric.

 

I ran into bed, tired as hell.

 

Goodnight Harry.

 

Goodnight world.

 

Goodnight me.

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