"(Y/n)?" I call, opening the door to her flat with my key.
I check the living room and the kitchen but I know she's here since her car is out front.
Poking my head around the bedroom door, I see her small figure under the covers.
"There you are babe, why are you in bed? I was thinking we could go out. Not out out but maybe for dinner or we could go see a -" he cuts short when he pulls back the covers after slipping of his boots and sees your red eyes and mascara streaked face.
You start to wake up from the cold hitting your arms.
When your eyes meet my worried green ones while I'm standing, holding one corner of the duvet your eyes close again.
"Put the duvet down please, it's cold" you whisper.
"Baby, God, what's wrong" I exclaim, getting into bed beside you.
"I'm fine" you lie.
"(Y/n) please,"
Sighing, you turn around to your bedside table and grab your phone, going on to Twitter.
"This is what's wrong" you state, handing me the phone and showing me the hateful tweets and dm's you recieve from fans.
After scrolling through a few, My face become furious and then when I see your eyes begin to fill with tears after you remember that one saying "your mum should have died from cancer when she had it" my face softens again and pulls you close to my chest.
"I'll fix this babe, you don't have to worry. I'm sorry this is happening and I'm so so sorry it's because of me that this is happening to you but it's not true. Your beautiful and your mine and you make my life better and so many others too. I need you and I love you, you know that right?"
"I love you Harry, thank you" you whisper.
"Of course babygirl"
