Stole My Heart

Chapter 3: Haters

Once we got back, Lou and Tom were sat with baby Lux in the living room, greeting us with a smile. I raced upstairs and flung myself onto my bed, tired out from all that running. I'd never make it as a celebrity, I'd give up running and just stand there knowing me, yeah. I'm that lazy. I logged onto my twitter (I'd been doing that a lot lately...) and checked my mentions. My jaw dropped and tears pricked my lower lash line, I held back my tears and scrolled through the rest of my mentions and feed. I couldn't control my emotions and my hand flew to my face in shock, there was a picture of me and Harry holding hand when we were standing outside the photo booth, the caption was 'Ew look at this slut with my Harry! GTFO, ZOEY!' I looked at the endless number of retweets and replies such as 'omg, Harry could do so much better!'

I slammed my laptop lid shut and started to cry, hugging upto my knees and rocking backwards and forwards slightly like a crazy person in an asylum. I started to howl so loudly, auntie Lou must've heard me from downstairs. She tapped on the door with her knuckle and entered, closing it with a click behind her,

"Hey, whats up?" She consoled, sitting cross-legged at the end of my bed in front of me, I fell into her warm embrace,

"It's Harry!" I replied, crying heavily,

"What? What's he done?" She asked, stroking my hair gently 'shushing' me to calm down,

"No, well i-it's not Ha-Harry. We were at the shopping centre b-before, a-and this girl got a picture of us holding h-hands because we had to run and he didn't want to lose me, and she called me a s-slut and I'm just getting h-hate on twitter for being his friend!" I gulped unattractivly, dabbing my eyes with the cuff of my Hollister jacket,

"They're just jealous, babe," Lou soothed, kissing the top of my head, she left me to cry in private, muffling my sobs into my pillow. I curled into a ball and was nearly asleep until there was a knock at my door. It was going pretty dark now so I switched on a light so they could see, I sat upright and Harry walked in, he too shut the door behind him and sat at the end of my bed like a pet dog.

"Look, Zoey, I didn't mean to drag you into all of this, it's all my fault. I shouldn't of held your hand, I knew something like this would crop up," He said huskily,

"It's OK," I replied trying not to sob anymore,

"No, it's not. Now you're all upset because of some jealous fans," Harry replied, sweeping his gorgeous curls from his forehead, only for them to flop back down into place. I swung myself to sit facing him,

"I said it's OK, Harry. I'm just a bit mad that they'd think I was going out with you... No! Not like that! I didn't mean it like that," I said quickly,

"It's alright," he smiled, offering to give me a hug, I leant forward and hooked my arms around his neck. Was Harry sorry for what happened? I don't understand why he would come and speak to me, but I wasn't complaining. A couple of days ago, I was just a fan but now I have become bestfriends with my favourite boy band ever.