YOUR POV
Zayn was on his laptop across the room. He honestly couldnt look cuter. We've been dating for about 6 months and we were deeply in love. "Babe, whatcha doin?" I asked Zayn as he had the computer. "just checking twitter, babe, nothing to worry about." Zayn said looking at me with his piercing hazel eyes. "would you mind if i snagged a look?" I asked winking.
"not at all, babe." Zayn said sitting next to me on the couch putting his arm around me.
We scrolled all though his mentions of how amazing a singer and how hot he is. Just the other day Zayn & I went walking, so there were some things saying how cute we were, etc.
But we came across this tweet that said some pretty rude things towards me, hurtful things like saying im ugly Zayn deserves better & he should much rather be with her than me. I could feel tears starting.
"ill be right back, babe." I said running into the bedroom we shared and slamming the door. Zayn knew hate bothered me, a little too much. He ran upstairs behind me, and knocked on the door. "babe, let me in, i want to talk to you."
"come on in." i said almost silently. Zayn sat down next to me, "i hope you know, that girl is a bitch. Everything she said was untrue, your the one i want, not her. If anything i dont deserve you, and it kills me you are with me when you obviously have guys drooling over you, i see it on twitter all the time, your drop dead gorgeous and i love you, thats all that matters."
I was sobbing into my pillow while Zayn calmed me down and rubbed my back.
"no, Zayn, she was right, about everything she said. every word was spot on."
"no, it wasnt, y/n, your perfect. in every way possible. i love you."
i beleived him this time, "thanks Zayn, i love you too." i responded.
I fell asleep shortly after.
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