You and Harry were cuddled on the couch when the news reached you.
Just a day ago, the photoshoot for Vogue was out, and you couldn't be more proud of all that he had accomplished. Harry took your compliments blushing and shy, without leaving you for a second as if he were a little puppy, he was so happy to see how proud you were, leaving kisses all over your face and telling you how much he loved you.
He was all giggles and bright green orbs, until his phone vibrated on the coffee table, lighting up and revealing a message from his sister.
Harry raised his head from your chest and reached out to grasp the device, unlocking it.
'Have you seen the tweet?'
Your boyfriend frowned and you complained when he pulled away from you completely, sitting up straight on the expensive couch with his phone in hand.
He doesn't respond to his sister and just opens that app he's trying to stay away from, looking for trends to see what they're talking about.
"CANDACE OWENS" it's trending, so he clicks on her name and reads the first tweet.
Harry is silent, reading everything that woman has to say, and when he finishes, he locks the phone and rests it on his stomach, pretending to continue watching television.
For the first time in his life, that episode of Friends no longer seemed interesting to him.
You sigh, accommodating yourself next to him and wrap your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder.
"Harry" you say, and he just makes a noise saying he hears you, his eyes still on the screen and his body stiff. "What's wrong?"
He grabs his phone that seems to burn him, and passes it to you.
You easily unlock it with your fingerprint, and read the tweet that was open. When you're done, anger runs through your body like coffee on a cold morning.
"What a fucking stupid bitch." You say, and for the first time, Harry looks at you. "Oh, lovie."
Tears run down his cheeks, and his precious green eyes are red and crystalline. You want to go seriously talk to that Candace Owens, but you also want to hug and protect the love of your life from the outside world.
"I'm- I'm sorry." He says, wiping his nose with his hoodie. "I shouldn't be crying because I've lived half my life with people hating me, but... Y/N, I just really, really wanted to wear that dress."
Your eyes fill with tears, but you try to stay strong and hold them back, for him. You approach and hug him, letting him rest his head on your chest, and caress his already quite long curls.
"She's just hurt because her husband cheated on her with a man." you say, and you hear him laugh against your neck, the sound sending electrical currents throughout your body. "H, look at me."
"I don't want to, I'm all teary." He answers, and you sigh falling in love once more with all of his little things.
"Harry, do you know how many people love to see you in that dress?" you ask to the air, knowing that he'll not answer. "Do you know how many people love to see you happy, using what you like and not what they force you to?"
The silence remains, but you can feel the hot tears continue to wet your clothes, and him sniffing to prevent his snot from staining you as well.
You don't care though, he could stain all your clothes and you would still love him.
"Please, honey. You have to understand that what that woman said doesn't compare with all the precious words that you have received." you keep stroking his hair. "You have to understand what that meant to you, and to me."
For the first time, Harry lifts his head from your chest, and the sight in front of you destroys you.
You've seen him countless times like this or worse, but every time you do it, it seems like a little piece of your heart is ripped out and stepped on.
"How?" He asks, his voice raspy from crying.
"Seeing you in a dress after you've confessed to me that it was what you wanted made me happier than anything." You keep talking. "I'm not happy if you aren't, Harry. And when I saw you come out of the dressing room, carrying your big dress across the lawn, that's when I knew that if it makes you happy, your fans and I are too."
You caress his bearded cheek and he lets out more tears that wet your fingers.
"I love you." He murmurs, and leans over to place a chaste kiss on your lips. "I love you more than anything." He puts an arm around your waist, and squeezes you against his body. "You're so good to me, I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you."
"I don't know either." You smile sincerely, leaving a kiss on his forehead. "Why do you keep crying?"
"They're happy tears, angel." He smiles in embarrassment, and you wipe off the drops with your thumb. "Fuck Candace Owens."
"Yeah, fuck her." You laugh with him. "Plus you looked very hot in that dress, you should wear it at home."
"Yup, i definitely love you."
Hours later, Harry is asleep next to you, and you, with your phone in hand, decide to give something to talk about. You look for a photo that you took of him with the dress, smiling like a child at christmas and you write sincere words from the bottom of your heart.
"do what makes you happy, use what makes you happy, but never waste your life insulting others. always treat people with kindness as a person we all know taught us <3."
You post the photo and turn to see him, he's so relaxed next to you despite the uncomfortable position on the sofa that it doesn't seem that today he cried, but he did and in your arms.
And you want to be there whenever it happens again.
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