I Hope You Forgot

chapter eight

*Kat's POV*

Dear Harry,

I don't understand what I did to your fans that makes them hate me so much. I've been trying not to let it get to me, but it's hard. Especially when someone who doesn't even know you calls you a slut in front of everyone, on LIVE TV. I'm not gonna give up on you because of bitchy fans, though. I won't give up on us. Even if the skies get rough. (haha see what I did there? >.<)

Love,

~Kat xx

I ran as fast as I could. Didn't know where I was going. Didn't care. I just needed to get away from it. All of it.

I found a nearby park and went to go sit on a swing. It wasn't like one of those abandoned parks where the girl runs off to and the boy comes and finds her and everything goes back to normal. That kind of things only happen in movies. This, unfortunately, is real life.

I watched little kids running around, playing, having fun. Not having to worry about hate, or relationships, or being judged because of a single mistake. Just being themselves and smiling all the time.

I wish I was a kid again.

But soon enough, they'll grow up. They'll learn about being judged with every breath you take. They'll learn about being hated for nothing. Most of them will end up a completely different person, changed time and time again by society. Most of them will end up acting so much like someone they're not, they become that person. They'll lose friends. They'll gain some. Soon enough they'll make enemies too. They'll learn the difference between fake friends and real ones. I sure as hell have. And once they're my age, they'll still be just as lost in this damn world as I am.

Listen to me. I sound old. The sad thing is that everything I just said is true.

I took out my phone and turned it on. I had like 20 missed calls, most of them being Harry and Melissa. I had a few texts, again mostly Harry and Mel. My Twitter was blowing up. I was stupid enough to open it up and look at the tweets.

-@randomtwitter_name: im proud of that girl who called you a slut. you dont deserve Harry.

-@randomtwitter_name: HAHA I LAUGHED SO HARD WHEN SHE CALLED YOU A SLUT BECAUSE ITS TRUE :D

-@randomtwitter_name: go die in a hole

-@randomtwitter_name: why dont you do @melissaxxxxx, @Harry_Styles, @NiallOfficial, -@zaynmalik, @Real_Liam_Payne, @Louis_Tomlinson, this fandom, and the rest of the world a favor. GO KILL YOURSELF, BITCH!

I got more than that. I sighed and put my phone back into my pocket, kicking sand by the swing. I didn't notice I was crying until someone came up to me.

"Why are you crying?" I looked up to see a little girl, she looked about 5 or 6. I wiped my tears and shook my head.

"I wasn't crying, I just had something in my eyes." I lied.

"You were staring at your cell phone and crying. What's wrong?" the girl sat down on the swing next to me and started to kick her feet.

"You're a little too young to understand." i said.

"Were people being mean to you?" she asked and I laughed a little.

"Yeah, you could say that."

"Why? I think you're pretty. And nice." she smiled and I couldnt help it when the corners of my mouth turned upwards.

"Some people don't think that. But thank you."

"Some people don't think you're pretty and nice?" her eyes got big. I guess she thought everyone was always supposed to think the same thing all the time.

"Not everyone thinks the same thing."

"Why not?" she asked curiously.

"I don't know. People have different opinions." I said.

"Do you know how to push yourself on the swing?" she asked, changing the subject randomly.

"Yeah." i answered.

"Can you push yourself like I can?" she said and started pushing herself, going higher and higher. I laughed and did the same. Soon we were having a contest to see who could go the highest. The girl's mom came over after a while, telling the girl she had to go.

"Byeee! That was fun!" she called to me. I laughed and waved. I checked the time, seeing that it was getting late. I got up and started walking towards the tour bus. I felt the bounce in my step as I walked, had a constant smile on my face. It felt good to be happy. It felt good to smile.

It felt good to be a kid again.

Even if it was only for half of a day.