Broken-Hearted Fame.

Dear Harry...

I immediately showered when I got home; trying to wash out every drop of emotion I had towards Harry. I needed advice and I needed it now. I don't understand why I am being so emotional about this. I mean, it's just a silly crush, right? Crushes past and I mean Harry's just another crush. I laughed to myself. Harry and I? Psh. My smile soon faded again. I need to talk to someone. I stepped out of the shower and pulled on soccer t shirt and a pair of spandex. I dialed Niall's number. I needed advice and I needed it from the best. 

"Hello?" Niall whispered.

Great, he was at the studio. Harry said something about recording tonight. 

"I need help. I really like-"

I stopped when I realized that Niall was with Harry. 

"I'll be over in 5." 

Niall read my mind. "Great don't bring anyone."

"Will do. Bye." 

I hung up and sat cross legged on my bed. How was I going to tell Niall? I mean, knowing him he probably already predicted what I was going to say. Maybe I needed Liam too. I mean he is Daddy Direction. I shot a quick text to Niall, to bring Liam. 

Shortly after I heard footsteps down the hall. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it. Niall and Liam sat across from me; waiting for me to speak. 

I took a deep breath.

"I think I like... Harry!" I covered my face in the pillow and waited for a response. I looked up and Niall and Liam had a huge grin on their face.

"What...?" I asked as I squinted my eyes. 

"We've been waiting for this moment for what-"

I interrupted Niall, "I don't want to like him! I mean it'll ruin everything!" I shouted as I threw my arms in the air and paced around my room. "No, I don't like him. I'm just tricking myself. Yeah, that's it." I told myself. 

Liam stood up, "I think the problem is that you don't want to accept that you like him. But think, it's Harry. You trust him the most, know everything about him, seen his flaws. But you both accept each other. It's better if you admit to yourself that you like hit." He rubbed my back reassuringly.

I nodded taking in Liam's words. "Remember, this is probably for the best. Forget all the negative thoughts and think. Admit it, you like Harry." Niall told me. 

"I like Harry. I need to tell him..." 

"Wait!!" Niall put his hand on my shoulder. 

"I don't think you should just come out and tell him. Write a letter. Send an email."

I nodded and grabbed a pen and paper. 

Liam's phone buzzed. 

"Harry, Zayn, and Louis need us back pronto." Liam stood up and adjusted his shirt. 

Nial nodded and they made their way home.

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I glanced at the clock, 2:30 A.M. I rested my head on the sheet of paper. 

Dear Harry, 

Um I,.

I threw the seventh sheet of paper at the garbage. How am I supposed to tell Harry? "Oh hey Harry I like you." No. How am I supposed to say anything to that boy? I decided enough was enough. I shut off the light and cuddled up in bed. after what seemed like a decade I finally got comfortable.