'And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate'........... IDK
Ashton:
"I can't take it anymore." You mutter to yourself before slamming your laptop closed and getting up off the couch. You smooth out your shirt and walk over to the large two-way window, where Ashton is recording vocals for the new album. You bite your lip before giving the boy a thumbs up and walking towards the exit of the music producer's backyard studio.
You run your hand through your hair and pace the pathway. The steamy California air whips right through your hair, sending strands of hair within your field of vision. Your phone is buzzing more than it's not from notifications on your Twitter, Instagram, and Tumblr.
The fans see one picture of you with Ashton, your hand resting on your slightly rounded stomach and the rumors fly, though they technically weren't rumors. They wouldn't have bothered you before the threats started to rise out from nowhere, threatening you because of what everyone suspected.
"Babe, you okay?" You spin around, coming face to face with Ashton. Tears are welling in your eyes, but you nod your head that you're fine.
"Just tired." You say, placing your hands on your stomach. Ashton approaches you, still no smile in sight. He places his hands over yours and stares intently into your eyes.
"I saw what you were looking at."
"It's okay Ash." You assure him, "It's all okay."
"No, it's not." Suddenly, the tears break free, streaming down your cheeks. "Come here." Ashton wraps his arms around you and presses his lips to your forehead before you rest your head against his shoulder. "I love you and this little nut more than anything in the entire world. And you have to believe that I will protect the both of you no matter what."
"I know that." You cry out.
"They can say all they want to because I'm not hearing them. I know it's stressful and overwhelming, but I'm here with you to help get through it." You nod your head and pull it from his shoulder. "The guys are actually telling them off right now." You break a smile and laugh lightly, picturing Michael, Calum, and Luke threatening a bunch of fangirls. "I promise you nothing is going to happen."
Calum:
"Fuck this." You exclaim, throwing your phone onto the couch before you face plant the soft cushions. Calum snatches your phone from the couch before you can grab it again. He reads what you were just reading and grows angry immediately. You sigh, knowing he'd find out eventually. You had just taken, in your opinion, a really cute selfie wearing a new crop top. You hadn't been this confident with your body ever, so you decided to show it off. Apparently, people thought otherwise. "Why are they so crude?" You ask, but your words are mumbled through the couch.
"Because they're bitches." He states, exiting out of the app and throwing it back down on the couch. He kneels down beside the couch and strokes your hair back. "Listen, they're just jealous." You nod your head against the fabric of the couch, not wanting to hear that at the moment.
"Did you make it go away?"
"Yeah, I made it go away baby." You turn your head towards him and sniffle, though no tears are present in your eyes. "If it makes you feel any better, I think you look sexy as hell in that top."
