Love and Hate

This is a Nial Horan Fan Finction. Najomitt is a huge directioner who won an interview and meet One Direction. After having a friendship Niall and Najomitt start having feelings for each other but Niall is scare about the fans and the hate she could recieve. What could happen when a couple receive so much hate?

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19. Racism

My head was killing me and I didn’t want to go out but I had to; I needed my car. I had work the next day and buy some other things, plus I had none medicine for that horrible headache. It wasn’t a good day for me and it was just starting. I tried to erase from my memory the bad comments I just got. I had to talk with Niall about what happened last night, that ‘fun’ night just created rumors.

I took a quick shower, got dressed and went out. The mechanic was very close from my house so I just walked. While walking, I saw some magazines in those little stores on the streets and, like always, the boys were on the cover. I couldn’t help myself and I took one -just a habit- like always, there were just random carrot facts about them. I checked my phone and saw some links of an article about Niall. Opening it up, I saw the same picture of me and Niall but from another angle. The title was “Niall and the mysterious girl.” ‘what the hell in this?’ I thought. I read what it said.

‘The superstar Niall Horan from One Direction was seen last night getting out with a girl, but nobody knows her identity. The other members of the bands were also seen going out but none of them wanted to clarify anything. Is this girl his new girlfriend or are they just friends? Tweets us your thoughts!’

This was enough. I was enough frustrated by not remembering anything from last night and now this whole situation when they talked about Niall and I being a couple. Crazy, right? But is the way it is, the media is always throwing rumors to the people so they can believe them and gain popularity, not caring about the feeling of anyone. I had to call Niall immediately; I needed to know what the hell happened and how everybody now has those pictures. I kept walking until I got to the place I wanted. I went to the desk, a girl was setting there, and she looked like she was a little younger than me, probably 16 or 17.

“Hello,” I said. She didn’t even looked at me, she was reading a magazine and her headphones were on. “Hello,” I repeated, a little annoyed. Nothing again. Annoyed enough by her attitude, I shake my hands in front of her.

“But, what the… I am reading don’t you see?” she responded. It wasn’t a good day for me, my head hurt so bad that I felt like vomiting and I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this, but I tried to calm myself if I scream my head would hurt even more. I took a deep breath.

“Well, you are in the desk for some reason; I need to get my car.”

“Do I look like I can help you?” she said with a tone of superiority. I couldn’t stand this girl and it hasn’t been even three minutes with her.

“Look, I just want to get my car and leave. If you need to, call someone do it! I don’t care, just tell me where my car is.” It was hard to stay calm. She looked at me for a large minute without saying anything. “Are you going to help me or not?” I almost screamed

“Why should I?” she told me. I looked at her as she was from another planet. ‘Because you are as a receptionist, it’s your job!’ I was about to say before she continued “you are from another country aren’t you? Do you live here?” She asked me with one of her perfect eyebrows arched.

“That’s none of your business, and if it is, it doesn’t matter. I just want my car.” I hated that girl; couldn’t she just give me the damn keys of my car so I could got out of there?

“By your accent. I can tell that you are not from here. You know, we don’t need immigrants here. England is perfect enough as it is right now. People from other parts are just not as us. Your accents are just not good enough, and you are not good enough. Every immigrant should just stay in their country. We don’t need you here,” she told me in the most disrespectful and disgusted tone somebody has ever talked to me in before. I was trying so hard to control myself from screaming at this girl before but I just couldn’t take it anymore. She just hurt me in a way many people had before, but haven’t in a long time. The immigrant topic was something that I was very sensible.

“You are just a stupid, ignorant girl who doesn’t understand anything about life. You seriously never deal with problems, real problem in your life. How dare you to say that you are better than anyone just because ‘your accent is better’ or where you come from. Believe that if it wasn’t for immigrants, you wouldn’t be living as you do,” I screamed at her, my head hurting 100 times worst but I couldn’t care less. That girl had to learn that she couldn’t just treat people like that.

“The delicious pizza you eat is from Italy, most of the oil you use in the cars are from Venezuela, and the diamonds that you wear in your beautiful bracelet and ring that you are wearing right now are from Africa, so if you don’t need anything from immigrants because you are perfect go ahead and try to live without anything of those stuffs and much more. I suggest you to think before even say things like that, because they are just ignorant comments.” I was breathing heavily. I was mad. It was a tough topic for me. She didn’t say anything, instead she just looked at me with a blank face.

“What is happening here? I heard somebody screaming,” some man said behind me.

“Nothing daddy, just talking,” the girl responded to her dad. I was about to say everything she said to me to his dad but she interrupt me. “He is going to help you to get your car,” she said and left rapidly. ‘Finally’ I thought.

The man apparently saw my angry face because he told me, “I am so sorry for whatever happen with my daughter,” the man apologized. “I am the owner of this place, what do you need ma’am?”

“I want to get my car and get out of here,” I said on a harsh tone. I was still mad by his daughter’s attitude but I knew it wasn’t his fault. “I am sorry, it’s just I want to get my car”

“Sure thing. What is your name?” he asked me politely.

“Najomitt Rivero,” I responded. He nodded and looked at the computer, telling me the amount I had to pay. I gave him my card.

“Follow me,” he told me when everything was done. I followed him until we reached my car, “I won’t tell you what we fixed because you probably won’t understand, right?” I nodded. “Okay, so I think we are done here then.” He smiled

“Great. And sir?” I called him before get into my car. “I know is not my place to say this, but I think you should teach your daughter some things about respect other people. She has some attitude against immigrants that I think you should check out, because it’s not right to be going around saying that you are better and more than others because of your race or where you’re from,” I said serious.

“I am very sorry miss, if my daughter said something that offended you. I will take care of it. Again, I am so sorry,” he apologized profusely.

“I hope so. Thank you for everything.” I got into my car and grabbed my head with my hands. It hurt like hell; the screaming didn’t help anything to my head. I needed a coffee.

I went to the nearest Startbucks I could find. When I had my coffee, I sat outside of the store to feel some of fresh air. It was cool outside, even thought it was July. I remembered to call Niall and immediately dialed his number.

“Hello?” he answered on a sleepy voice. The second I heard his voice, my heart rate went faster, I smiled at the tone of his voice. He was just too adorable. I looked at the time: 12:00 pm. I would be probably waking up at this time if it wasn’t for my mom and that I had to pick up my car.

“Hi Niall,” I answered “Were you sleeping? I am sorry if I woke you up. I can call you later,” I said really fast. He just sweetly laughed.

“Don’t worry, you can talk to me now,” he said, clearing his throat. I smiled, his voice calmed me and relax me. “How are you feeling?” I groaned.

“About to kill myself, but good ,you know?” He laughed at my answer.

“How is that possible?”

“My head hurt like hell and I hadn’t anything to take, plus my mom woke me up at 9:30 in the morning. Oh, and I and to pick up my car from the mechanic and got disrespected from some stupid girl which, to my pleasure, I had to scream at because I was just so mad. Yeah, that’s how I am.”

“Disrespected? What did that girl say?” he asked, his voice changing from sleepy to an angry one. “What did she said that affected you so much Nani?”

“Well, she said something about me being an immigrant, and that she is superior at everyone just because some stupid reasons she gave me.” I felt tears forming on my eyes. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just stupid.”

“No, you need to tell me. I can tell that it upset you. Please.”

“Wel,l I am not upset just because of what she said, I am upset because she brought back my firsts year when I moved to the US,” I explained

“Tell me about it, if you talk you would feel much better,” he suggested in the most understandable way possible.

I took a deep breath before answering. I haven’t talk about this in a long time.

“When I first moved, we arrived in Texas. We lived there about two years. I don’t know if you heard this before, but Texas is one of the states where most racism against immigrants is seen. People would make fun of me because I didn’t know any English; I didn’t talk at all with anybody. Everybody just called you Mexican even though you are not from Mexico, which I think is ignorant from them because there are many different cultures. And I don’t have anything against them; the opposite actually! I think they are amazing and work so hard. Those two years were the worst of all. I cried every single night, and I blamed my parents because I didn’t want to move.” At this point, I was fighting the tears. Niall was just listening, not saying a thing.

 “I blamed my parents for the way we lived because we weren’t the same lifestyle we used to as in Venezuela. Neither my dad nor mom knew any English and their jobs were not good. We struggled a lot. The second year we were at an economic situation where we couldn’t even eat at places like Mc Donald’s. My dad had his hours cut and my mother was fired from her job. That’s when my sister and I made a promise that we would be the best on school and would graduate and study hard to get a great job. After that everything started to get better, my dad got a way better job in Florida and we had to move. I was afraid because I didn’t know if I would face racism again, but it was the opposite. There were many kind people and in the same situation as us, and everything was way better after that.” By the time I finished, I was crying, remembering those time were hard for me.

“Wow, I didn’t know you faced so many problems. I am so sorry.” That made laugh.

“Why do you apologize?”

“I don’t know, I just felt like I had to say it. Please stop crying, you make me feel bad.” I laughed even harder

“Aww Niall, just by saying that, you make me feel better. Okay, let’s stop talking about this, I called you because I wanted to talk about last night,” I said. Niall didn’t respond; I looked at the phone to see if the call was still going. “Niall?”

“What do you want to know about last night?” His voice was different, colder and tenser

“There is a picture everywhere, in which we are leaving the club. I was hiding my face in your chest so my face is not visible, and you are holding me but everybody says we are dating. Haven’t you seen anything?” I explained.

“What is the last thing you remember from last night?” he just ask still tense

“you and me talking with Liam after dancing. Everything after that is just a blur.”

“So you don’t remember anything when we arrive at your house?” he asked. I frowned, confused.

“What? At my house? No, why? What happened?” I asked confused, but a little scare. What I did? I was very drunk and I don’t remember anything. What if I did something in front of Niall? Did I embarrass myself?

“Nothing, forget it. You can say that we are not dating and we are just friends. And if you were wondering, you just were too drunk to even walk straight so that’s why I was holding you,” he said, so fast I could barely understand what he said.

“Okay? Niall, can you…”

“I have to go. Talk to you later. Bye.” He hung up even before I could say goodbye.

What happened to him? What did I said? He was just fine moments ago, and suddenly turn so cold and tense. I didn’t understand anything. I had to talk with one of the guys. I had to know what happened. He changed his mood so fast. I was confused, and my head hurt even worse. I finished my coffee and head to the nearest pharmacy. I needed a pill. I had to drink something for that horrible headache so I could think better. I was planning something on my head so I could talk with the guys about everything that happened. Hopefully they would be free and could do it.

I decided to not say anything about the Niall and I thing. The girls were giving me a hard time so I decided to give them the same thing. I know they freak out when some rumor is spreading about the guys dating somebody; they would have to suffer a little bit more.

“I feel so bad for Niall’s girls,” I laughed.

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