"I'd date a fan." » h.s.

26. BOOM

Naomi's POV

Just as I thought the quarrel was over, I hear Harry speak again. "I'll take care of my own business myself."

"You know I love you," he adds. Damn. If it's possible, my heart shattered into millions of tiny pieces for the second time today. My heart, mind and ears blocked out and I run to the rooftop for silence.

***

It seems like all I do in this rooftop is cry my eye sockets out over people who broke my heart.

Hearing my name being involved in a stupid bet is one thing, but hearing some fit chick (I assumed so with her perfect British tone and accent and voice and whatnot) wanting to get back together with Harry is definitely a fucking other.

I know I just turned 20 not too long ago and that I should tackle on more mature situations, but I just know that these types of problems aren't fit for someone like me. Like, come on. Having your step-father be hospitalized at home, when you are literally half a globe away from him.. Is that even fair? Or what about meeting your idols in person, have the best time of your life with them, and then later realize that you'd be leaving them in a few days.. Is that even possible? Or even having to be ridiculously in love with that one specific idol, fantasize about him falling in love with you (probably in a parallel universe), and just about when you're over-the-moon happy about everything else, you learn he had a past that he obviously doesn't want to let go.. Is that even fucking legal?

Are these problems even solvable by any human being? I guess to others, it is. I know for a fact that my problems aren't half as significant as others' are.. But, damn. So many heartbreaks, so little time.

And as if my world isn't twirling 500 miles per hour as per se, I was turned around rather harshly by a large cold hand and be face-to-face with his beautiful eyes. I think he was waiting for an answer to his question but I hadn't quite hear him ask anything. "Naomi?" I finally hear him ask. "Naomi," he pleads while shaking me, "answer me."

"What?" I stare blankly at him.

"I was looking for you because I had to say something, but when I saw you here looking all gloomy, I just sat here and stared off into space with you." He explained with a mouthful. I just stared through his soul and sat quietly like a little school girl being punished.

And if I'm not mistaken, I think he's getting a little impatient with my silent treatment. I was proved right with the tone in his question. "What's wrong with you?" He asked rather annoyingly.

And just like that, I snapped.

"What's wrong with me? You really wanna know what's wrong with me, Mr. Harry Styles?" He looked at me with a very shocked expression on his face, but nodded for me to continue anyway, and I did. "Everything," I say, "everything in my life is what's wrong with me. As if having me being far away from my sick parent isn't enough, God even gave me you as an obstacle in my oh-so-beautiful life!"

I can tell he was doing his best to not blow up like I am but, being the Naomi that I am, I push him even more. "Speechless? If you haven't noticed, I'm just a fan, remember? I'm just a random girl you want to shack up with and leave on the streets when we're do-"

"What the fuck is this about?" Still can't believe I'm still shocked with his expected outburst. Nevertheless, I let him continue. "Me being an obstacle to you? Don't you remember what I did for you on your birthday? You said you hadn't experience anything like it, that you were so happy. Oh, yeah, and I even told you that night that I felt something for you! Doesn't that mean anything to yo-"

"Of course it does, Harry!" I am so glad we were on a rooftop right now. I think my ears are ringing from all the shouting but the adrenaline is what's keeping me in tact.