It was already night and I was still in my room, frantically lying on my bed with my blanket wrapped around me. I was still not feeling well, I was in agony.

I just want to feel better, these stupid Heartbreaks are BITCH.

Darn it.

I want to feel good, I have to engross myself in some activity. Maybe singing can work. Many people sing whenever they are sad. So let me just try.

I took my phone and switched on the Bluetooth before connecting my phone to the speaker. I chose a certain song's karaoke before playing it on the speaker. I raised the volume at full. The loud music was bustling in my entire room. I switched off the lights and turned on a dim lights, sought of giving my room a concert look. I climbed up the bed, balled my fist before raising it up infront of my mouth, like a mic.

I shook my body with rhythm of the music before singing.

"I'm mad at Disney, Disney,
They tricked me, tricked me.
Had me wishing on a shooting star."

I jumped up and down on bed, and continued singing like a professional singer.

"Now I'm twenty something,
I still no nothing.
But who I am or what I'm not?"

I was totally drowning in the euphoric feeling I had for Dylan but now I'm drowning in agony.

"So call me a pessimist,
But I don't believe in it.
Finding a true loves kiss is bullshit. "

That's true.

"I felt sad love...

Mike

"I felt bad love.."

Peter

"I felt happy love, turns into giving up.."

Dylan.

I felt hurt love by the word love,
What the hell is love supposed feel like?"

I collapsed on my bed and sighed. The music was playing but I was tired. Suddenly the telephone, which was right beside my ear rang loudly, deafening my ears.

God!!

I answered the call,
"Hello?"

"What's the noise, Miss Nolan?" He bursted.

"What?" The music was bustling loudly, I switched off the speaker and asked again.
"What happened?"

"Miss Nolan.." his voice was stern.
"I need a perfect eight hours of sleep and you're disturbing my sleep by creating such a hassle of a noise."

"I'm sorry." I sighed.

"My room is right below yours, such inconvenience will not be tolerated here. Next time, do not do such noisy things which will affect my routine."

"Okay."

"Why are you so calm?" And this question angered me.

"What is your problem, huh? However I am, why it bothers you. Can't you just cut the call and sleep." I bursted.

"Now you're angry.." I can also picture a sly smirk on his lips. "Perhaps, should I call Dylan for you to calm down.." His tone was teasy.

"SHUT UP!!!" I disconnected the call and threw the telephone away from me.

I switched off the dim lights and laid on bed before closing my eyes and waiting for sleep to engulf me.

...............

I took a long hot shower and got freshed up, and now I'm gonna have a fresh start by forgetting about everything in past. I descended downstairs with my eyes on my phone. As I climbed down the last stair, I abruptly bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going Miss Nolan." Harold glared down at me.

"Hmm." Ignoring him was the best option for now.

But my ignorance wasn't giving peace to his soul as he further tried to push my buttons.

"I'm not Dylan, you cannot just come and bump into me like that."

Asshole..

Swallowing my rage, I nodded and was about to make my way to the kitchen when he said,
"I guess, Dylan needs to know about your love towards him" he emphasized on the word love and walked past me towards the lounge.

I spun around as terror filled in me.

I followed him behind and raced upto him.
"You are not gonna tell him, are you?" I asked as we reached the lounge. In return he just shrugged and my face paled. I can't lose the friendship I have with Dylan, he has always been a good friend to me.
"But you promised me you won't tell it to anyone." I whined as he smirked mischievously.

"As I always say Miss Nolan, promises are to break." Again he shrugged still with that smirk.

"Asshole!" I muttered under my breath.

Keeping my fear aside I scoffed.
"What are we? Teenagers, playing blackmail-blackmail game and as if he's gonna believe you." I said as my lips twitched.

"Trust me Miss Nolan, Dylan believes each and every word of me and for the verification of my words I have something." With that said, he pushed his hands inside his pocket and pulled his phone out.

In return I frowned.

He tapped something on his phone as I heard my voice playing on in his phone.

"Dylan....I.. I..love him." My ugly breathing and sniffling was also recorded.
"I thought...." everything was recorded, my heart clenched in agony as my face paled, I was about to cry as I listened further to my voice in his phone.
"My love life is doomed, the men I loved never love me back..." I gulped and looked up at him.

He's such a cunning asshole.

"Now my insignificant phone became a treasure to me." He smirked.

"You..just...did not..." the rest of the words got swallowed in as fear consumed me.
I bit my lower lip to stop them from trembling.
"How could you?"

"Should I send this to Dylan.?" He asked with amusement skating all over his face.

"No!!" I snapped.

Be strong.

Inner Naomi encouraged me.

My nostrils flared as I took a step forward to snatch his phone from him but this cunning jerk took a step back but I didn't stop. I grabbed hold of his phone on my next step and pulled it towards me but he had a tight hold on his phone.

"Behave Miss Nolan, it's my phone!!" He glared.

"And it's my voice!!" I glared back at him.

He was not letting his phone out of his hold nor was I.

We continued until Harold's feet hit the couch and he lost his balance, which in result made me also lose my balance as I fell upon him and together we landed on the couch.

Harold was beneath me, our faces were around five inch apart, both of us glaring at each other menacingly. His ocean eyes versus my hazel eyes.

"Uh..oh..I'm sorry." we heard Dylan's voice.

Both of our eyes widened as I abruptly got up from him.
"Um..hi Dylan." I know my cheeks are slightly pink.

"Dylan!!" Harold called.

Dylan was smiling widely with his eyes switching from me to Harold and then from Harold to me.

"I was here to discuss about our next mission." Grinning Dylan said to Harold.

"Uh..um yeah...uh...follow me." With that Harold walked forward but Dylan passed me a teasy smile and wiggled his brows in amusement before turning around.

What was that?

Oh god!!!

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