Harry Styles Imagines

Hate

Date someone your own age you fucking slut.

Harry's too good for your stupid ass.

She clearly only likes him for his money, stupid tramp.

The hate filled messages filled your screen and with each one you read was like a jab in the stomach.

It hurt you deeply to know that these words were nothing further from the truth. Sure you were 7 years younger than Harry but that didn't mean anything. You loved Harry more than words could ever explain and you loved him regardless of his social class. Poor or rich he was the love of your life.

Stupid bitch.

Fuck you. You're a stupid piece of shit.

Skank.

No matter how hard you tried to shut out the harsh words they continued to lurk around in your brain. They filled your mind with regrets and pain that not even the biggest hug could fix. You knew that you weren't any of those things but sometimes they hit you at a bad moment and it made you believe them.

"Turn the computer off," Harry said sternly as he looked in on you staring at your laptop with tears clouding your vision. "Come on babe." He said in a softer tone. He pressed down the screen of your laptop and pulled you into his arms.

"Don't listen to a word they say," he said softly into your ear. "They don't mean a thing. The only thing that matters is that we love each other. That's all that matters." He continued to say into your ear.

Each time he repeated the words helped strengthen you. You dusted yourself off and realized they didn't know you; who were they to judge? You knew who you were and that was all that mattered.

"I love you," you said to Harry and he smiled while repeating the words that no one else ever got to hear.