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.


2. Chapter Two.

Chapter Two.

I lapped the towel around my body and let my wet hair dangle between my shoulders. I didn't really have short hair, it was medium length.


I walked into the hallway, "Hazza?!" I yelled.


"Yes love?" he questioned me , walking into the hallway where I was standing. Half naked.


"Harry, I need clothes" I laughed at him as he shaded away his eyes.


"Just wear the others! I'll get you some soon" he said grinning back to me.


"Okay" I groaned and walked back to the bathroom, I pulled my skinny jeans up and slipped on my top. Now something to do with this hair. I walked towards the mirror. I did a few silly faces. I heard someone laughing at me from behind. I instantly turned to a turned face Harry, his voice crackling of laughter.


"Oh shut it Hazza!" I said punching him playfully in the arm.

"I... just... can't" he said between laughter. He held his stomach in pain.

"Please don't make me laughed again! It hurts" He said being serious.


I laughed and walked over to the bookshelf on the other side of the room.I slid across all the books.Tapping my fingers, trying to find a good one.


"Please , don't look through them" Harry said half smiling.


"Oh why not then Mr.Styles?" I said while still staring at the books.


"I don't wanna say" he said , his smile fading away.


I looked throught all the books, one by one and found the one that Harry didn't want me to see. His diary.

He soon realised that I had found it.


"Give that!" he said trying to grab it.

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