The Fooo Imagines

Omar Imagine

*Omar's POV.*
Today is the day! I'm going to tell Y/N I love her.
I've been holding it back for quite some time and I've finally built up enough courage to tell my best friend I've been in love with her.
As I walk up to her house I repeat everything I'm going to say to her in my head. I hope she feels the same way but what if she doesn't? I shake my head to push those thoughts aside.
I knock on the door and soon she answers, looking gorgeous as always. "Hey Omar," she smiles at me.
"Hi Y/N," I smile back, "I was wondering if I could talk to you?"
"Sure," she says and steps outside, closing the front door behind her.
"Okay, so, I've been hiding something from you and I really need to tell you... I love you." I actually just did that!
"Omar..." she starts. That can't be good... "I love you too but as my best friend; I'm so sorry."
"It's okay, let's just pretend I never said anything and go back to normal," I say as casual as possible. Before Y/N can say anything to stop me, I turn around and start walking back home.
As I walk, I kick small rocks I see on the sidewalk. I see a drop of water hit the cement and I look up to see a clear sky. I touch my hand to my cheek and realize that I've started crying. This is stupid, I think to myself. I shouldn't be crying over the girl I love, that happens to be my best friend, that doesn't love me back... But I can't help it! I let the tears roll down my cheeks until I finally reach my house.
As soon as I'm home, I walk up to my room and don't come out again for the rest of the night.