You sat down beside Harry. You gently rubbed his hand. "Babe." you said, "stop worrying so much. Everything's gonna be okay." Harry and you had known each other since birth. You had always had the hugest crush on him. But, you would never have the guts to tell him. Harry opened his laptop back up, and went to Twitter. He saw the tweets his fans were receiving. #DirectionersGetCancer was trending from the "Swifties". He started to tear up, as he gazed down at his feet, moving his laptop to the other side of the couch. "I-I-I-If it w-w-wasn't for m-e-e-e." He started to cry even more, "My fans wouldn't get this much hate and EVERYTHING IS JUST MY FAULT!" He screamed, then bawled out crying into your arms, you had never seen Harry like this, he was so crushed. A few months before, Harry started to date a girl names Taylor. She seemed sweet at first, but later on in the relationship, Harry started to see the real her. "She's historical." Harry had explained right before the breakup. Taylor's plan was to ruin Harry's life and so far she was doing pretty good at it. She had mocked him on the Grammys in a British accent a few months before and later wrote a song about him, dressed just like him. "Why does she want to ruin my life?" Harry asked. *Buzz, Buzz.* Harry's phone vibrated on the wooden coffee table across the room. He slowly wiped away the tears, got up off the couch, and walked slowly to get his phone. It was a text message from Taylor. It read "Your broke my heart, so im ruining your reputation, and btw, your nose looks like a penis, lol." Harry trembled over to the couch, handed the phone to you and layed his head down on your lap. You read the message and sat the phone down beside you. "Harry," you spoke "she is just mad because you have way more talent then her, words are hurtful, I know, but sometimes you have to ignore them. Not everyone's gonna like you so your going to have to accept that. I happen to love your nose, and everything about you." you smiled as he looked into your eyes. He sat up once more and brushed your bangs out of your face, "Anna," he said "I love you." He looked deeply into your eyes and leaned closer to your face. It started with a kiss. Then you began to gently, and romantically make out. Louis walked in with a bag of groceries, "Hey," he said you and Harry looked up. "Keep it in your pants Haz, we don't want a little Darcy to be made." you all started laughing, as you and Harry helped unpack the groceries. Harry has asked Louis to pick up some roses he had ordered just for you. "By the way," Harry began. "Will you be my girlfriend?" Handing you the bouquet of beautiful flowers. You hugged him tightly around his neck, "OFCOURSE!" you shouted loudly.
