I Refuse to Fangirl (1D fanfic)

Chapter 6

This book has gotten reads faster than all my other books. It hurts me to say this, but I know it's just because it's a 1D fanfic. Thank you, you directioners and fans for not giving up on me although I am not a One Direction fan. I'm sorry if you find the way I portray the boys in any way offensive. But always remember, this is fiction, considering I see no point in reality.

Luv ya!

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~Harry Styles~

What was Niall thinking?

I thought he would know better than to move in on Chloe. I don't know why I care but I do. Jealousy boils within my veins at the blond-haired traitor in front of me.

Why am I so jealous? I need to man up around her.

I've got months to do it, too. One Direction is staying in NYC for a while, which is where Chloe lives.

Niall and I still stand there in tense silence. "Niall, I repeat, what's going on in here?" I say through gritted teeth.

"Harry," he says cautiously, like he's training a wild animal. He slowly steps closer to try and calm me.

And that's when he reaches my last nerve and I snap.

"Don't 'Harry' me! Tell me what the hell you were doing!" I yell.

Chloe eyes me up and puts her hand on her hip. "So when I say, we were playing Mario Kart, you don't believe me? Is that what I'm hearing?" she retaliates. "I don't know if you knew this, but I stick to my word. I don't just lie for no reason. Now I don't know why it's any of your business, but we were, guess what....oh yeah, playing Mario Kart! Just like I said. Amazing how I told the truth, and you didn't believe me! Now, get out of my house!" she yells.

Great, now she's pissed off at me. Honestly, I don't know why I care. I don't know why I bother; it just feels...wrong when I make her mad.

"Niall, wanna go for ice cream?" Chloe asks.

I grab his wrist and drag him away. "Sorry, he has prior engagements, love," I say coolly while dragging him down the stairs.

"Don't call me that!" she calls after me.

I smirk. "Bye, love!"

"You -" I slam the door in her face before she can finish. I assume any words she was going to call me, I'm about to call Niall anyways, so what's the point of listening to them twice.

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"We were just playing Mario Kart!" Niall assures.

"I'm pretty sure you don't play Mario Kart while lying on the ground all over each other!" I retort.

Niall sighs, shaking his head. "After she won the photo-finish race, she tackled me. It was all in good fun, and so what if it wasn't. Why would you care?" He cocks an eyebrow. His face brightens. "Wait...you like her!"

"No I don't!" I don't, right?

"I can't believe it! This is wonderful!" he cheers. "The 'player,' the 'bad boy,'" he laughs, "is thinking about settling!"

Is that why Chloe scares me so much? Does she make me think about settling? I don't wanna settle.

I'd never be the player again.

You'll never meet another Chloe again.

And that...is true.

~Chloe River~

Harry seems really jealous of Niall right now. I mean, he has every reason to be, because Niall's more of a gentleman than he could ever be, but what caused this sudden crack in the jerk's ego?

I have a date with Brent in an hour. I go to get ready. Since it's the end of winter, it's pretty cold, so I decide on black leggings, a Beatles tee (because they're legends) and a leather jacket. I brush my hair out and leave it be.

Since I have some time left, I work on my own music. My personal desires and thoughts and all that other girly crap split into epic jam sessions and tear jerking melodies.

This one's a tearjerker.

I grab my guitar and my recorder.

Chorus:

Seemed so wonderful

So magical

When it started

Now I think our magic

Is burning out

Baby, am I going crazy?

Do I need mental help?

Or are these feelings real?

I need to know

Right now, right now

We always seem so perfect

But buried deeper is more

Are we okay?

Or are we fading out?

I'm starting to doubt-

"Wow, that's amazing!"

I shriek before turning around to find the culprit of my fear. "Harry, don't friggin' scare me like that!" I scold. "I was singing and I was totally unprepared for that, you jerk!" I turn off my recorder.

"So you and Brent aren't working out?" He completely ignores everything I've just said.

"No, we're fine," I respond weakly. "We're going on a date in half an hour."

Harry steps closer to me as I bow my head in attempt to shade my emotions from him. I fight tears. The pride I would lose from crying narrowly beats the urge to tear up.

"Chloe, what's wrong?" he coos, mere inches between us now. He puts his hand on the side of my face and traces circles on my cheek with his thumb.

I continue looking down. "I said, we're fine!" No, you're not.

Obviously, Harry doesn't believe that load of crap any more than I do, because he slowly guides me to sit down on the bed next to him. "You can tell me," he declares. "I know you're not okay," he concludes.

"What do you expect me to do? Pour my heart out to you?" I mock.

He scratches the back of his neck. "Isn't that what all girls do?"

"I hate to break it to you, Harry, but I'm not all girls," I sniffle. I try to stand up but he holds me down.

He puts his hands on the sides of my head and pulls me in until our noses and foreheads are touching. "I know," he mutters.

Our breaths mingle in the inch between our lips. I gather my thoughts, unsure of what's about to happen next.