Roma

Roma is a photographer majoring in music artists. Her biggest dream has always been to make it in photography and become famous for it. So when a chance to achieve this pops up, she takes it. But will this job be all that it's cut out to be? Will one of the boys in this particular boy band do something life changing and completely unfair? Read to find out in Roma's tale of love, loss, dreams and heartbreak.

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A.N. Omg guys I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated in a while. Also, thank you so much for over 100 reads, I was so excited when I saw that.

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The next few months were disappointingly uneventful. We had travelled all over America, Europe and Asia and we were now leaving New Zealand to go to Australia for the final leg of the tour. I had met up with Alex one last time before he moved back to Italy but we still texted regularly. After I rang Maria, I took her advice and tried to get closer to Harry. I don’t know exactly what we are, but we’re definitely something. “Roma! Roma? Roma are you ready yet?” I heard Harry shout. We were going out tonight to some fancy restaurant which he had insisted on paying for. He’s such a gentlemen and really a perfect guy. “Coming!” I called back as I finished securing my diamond earrings. I was wearing a slim black dress which had a glittery cut-out in the back. My hair was down and straightened and I had a simple diamond bracelet on my left wrist in addition to my matching earrings. I stepped off the tour bus, yeah we were camping out in that for a couple days, and headed over to the cab where Harry was waiting for me.

 

I took a sip of my red wine and absentmindedly listened to Harry talk about 5SOS, their opening act, while we waited for the waiter to come and take our orders. “Hello? Roma are you even listening?” Harry waved his hand. “Hmm? Oh yeah. Of course.” I replied a little distractedly. “No you weren’t. What were you thinking about?” he said a little indignantly. I frowned. I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him that I had been thinking about Alex. Or that I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Alex since he moved back to Italy. “Oh, you know, just…photography stuff.” I giggled uncertainly. “No you weren’t. Tell me what you thinking about!” If there was one thing I had learnt about Harry, it was that he had a bit of a temper and often let it overtake rational thinking. I hushed him quickly as the waiter approached. He frowned crossly the entire time while we ordered and when the waiter had left to take our orders to the chef, he demanded that I tell him. “Nothing Harry. Don’t worry, just drop it and enjoy this night.” I said coolly. “No, I won’t drop it. I bet you’re thinking about another man! I won’t have my girl thinking about another guy while we’re on a romantic date.” he said hotly. “Your girl? Your girl!” I yelled, standing up. “Roma! Sit back down.” He hissed, grabbing my wrist. I snatched it back. “No Harry. I’m not your girl. You don’t own me.” With that, I stalked out of the restaurant only to have him follow me. “Stop following me! Go away.” I yelled. “No! You are mine and mine alone.” I said angrily, his temper overtaking him. “I’m not and object.  I don’t belong to anyone. I’m my own person. You can’t control everything I do or say or think. And I definitely don’t belong to you.” I sneered. “Fine. Then you don’t need to belong to One Direction anymore!” he yelled. Wait, what? Is he trying to say that…. “You’re fired!” he roared. “Y-you can’t do that.” I stuttered. “Can and have.” He smirked and pointed to the road. “See ya never Roma.” He now sneered at my name as he headed back into the restaurant to eat his fine meal without me. I gaped. Fired? I stumbled to the side of the road and hailed a taxi. I gave him directions to where the tour bus was so I could collect my stuff and maybe say goodbye to the rest of the boys. I rested my head against the window, watching the city blur past in haze of shapes and colours, as a single tear streaked down my face. 

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