Letters To Harry

15 - Girlfriends, Managers and Brothers

Harry's POV (the rest of this part of the story will be)

I ex-ed out of the Twitter app on my iPhone and shoved the thing into my back pocket. Behind me, I heard the sound of a door shutting.

"Shit!" A familiar voice came from the entrance to the hotel room. A smile spread slowly across my face as I turned around and saw her.

"Hey babe." I walked over and wrapped my arms around her.

Not fooled for a second, Alia stepped back and looked at my face.

"What's wrong?" She asked, brushing her thumb beneath my eyes and bringing it away shining.

I didn't answer.

"Harry," She took my face in her two small hands and met my eyes with hers. "Please, tell me what happened?"

I stayed silent, but took out my phone and showed her the tweets. She read them, and her confused face changed to angry.

"Who do they think they are?!" Her voice was raised and furious.

When I had woken up, my notifications were blown up. Somehow, my settings had been changed so that they weren't filtered and my mentions were full of things like :

@Harry_Styles you're a manwhore just admit it

@Harry_Styles you already knocked up Taylor Swift last year wasn't she enough?

@Harry_Styles I thought someone like you could get a prettier girl

@Harry_Styles #fuckyouharry

@Harry_Styles slut

@Harry_Styles player

@Harry_Styles there's a 12 step program for people like you it's called "sex addicts anonymous"

The tears started again and I turned away to try and hide them from her. I didn't want to cry in front of my girlfriend...

"Harry." She stepped around me so we were facing eachother again. "You know they're wrong, don't you? None of what they're saying is true-"

I shook my head.

"No. Harry it's not! Listen to me, you take time out of touring to volunteer instead of partying with friends, you do anything for your family, you have never disappointed your fans, you wouldn't dream of being rude to anyone, you're a gentleman which people don't always get to see, you would rather get hurt yourself than see one of the people you care about hurting, you are an incredible person, and I love you."

"No..." I told her sadly.

"No what?" She asked, "You don't believe me?"

"You shouldn't love me, Alia." I told her. "I'll just end up screwing us up. Like I screw up everything else."

Her face crumpled.

"You really believe that?" She asked me. I just stood there, looking at the ground.

"Fine." Her eyes glistened with tears. "Goodbye."

She turned and ran out of the room, letting the door swing shut behind her.

The second she was gone, I collapsed on the floor sobbing. What had I just done?

I lay there for hours. I watched the sun climb to the middle of the sky at noon, then set in the evening. I didn't move, not even to get a glass of water or to answer my phone, which rang every half an hour with Niall's ringtone. Finally, at what was probably 9:00pm, Louis called me.