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.


10. Chapter Ten.

Chapter Ten.

As we antered the festival, Zayn wrapped his arm around my shoulder, I instantly smiled at him but couldn't help but laugh too.


Zayn's arm still around my shoulder, we walked to the ride we were going to take next - The Wild Mouse. I heard this ride was amazingly fun and crazy, apparently, the ride nearly makes you vomit, the idea of throwing up disgusts me, but I still would love to try it out. I handed my ticket in and ran over next to Harry, I did need time to talk to him. As soon as he saw me, he rolled his eyes and turned and faced the other way. I did appreciate that Harry. Thanks.


I sat next to him and strapped the seatbelt across my torso.

I looked over to Harry, his face was dim and pale.


"Hi Harry" I smiled at him, trying to make a conversation and break the tension.


"Hi Rosie" he barely whispered. He rolled his eyes and looked down at the seat, I knew he didn't want me next to him. Sitting there. But I had to sort this out, I didn't know what my choice would be, whether to be with Harry or not. But I want my life to take me places where I would like to go. But I didn't even know where to lead myself.


"Harry! I'm over you and this!" i nearly screamed at him.All my anger lashed out and I began getting fustrated with his rudness and his looks. He looked at me with a confused look.

"I don't understand how you could be mad at me over completely nothing Harry?" I glared at him.


"You brought this on yourself Rosie! DO NOT PUT THIS ON ME!" he practically screamed at my face. I face-plamed, god, I don't even understand.

I was still a- bit taken back by his screaming, but I kept my cool. Everyone looked back at us, I felt like a complete idiot infront of the boys and the other people on the ride.


"I've had enough Harry! I didn't know how to handle that, I wasn't thinking.. I still can't think properly! Harry you make this hard on me and yourself!" tears streamed down my face as i got out of the ride and walked away, the boys stood there. Shocked and waiting for the explaination about what had just happened. I didn't want anyone to come for me, I didn't want the person to make me feel better, I wanted to be left alone. But I guess, Louis didn't think that way.

He hopped out of the ride and onto the steady platform.

"Stop Rosie! what is with you and Harry?" He ran after me, trying to make me stop. I didn't stop but I just fastened my pace. He finally catched up and made me stop.


"Rosie, whats wrong?" he said, wiping my tears away. I slightly blushed and looked back down at the ground.


"H.....Harry" I whispered. He looked at me with a sad face.


"Whats wrong, please tell me" he said, trying to comfort me. I trusted Lou with my life, I knew I had to tell him one way or another.


"You really would like to know what's happened to Harry and I?" I questioned. He nodded and we walked out and sat on a bench. I kicked my feet, amusing myself till I felt the need to tell him.


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