Love Actually

Chapter 12

I woke up the next morning, and Harry was gone. He was out at the studio to record the new album. I had gotten used to him not being here when I woke up. I got up, and took a shower, and then got dressed.

I had made myself breakfast, and was sitting down to eat when I checked my phone. I had a few missed texts from my mom; she still didn't know I had moved in with Harry, or that I was dating him. I called her, because she needed to know.

"Hi honey." She said answering on the first ring.

"Hey mom, will you come over to my new house so we can talk?" I asked.

"Yeah, um new house?" she asked.

I gave her the address, and she said she would be over soon. When she arrived I sat her down in the living room.

"How are you ever going to afford this Alana? Where are you getting this money?" she asked.

"That's what I need to talk to you about." I said.

"I am not helping you pay, if that is what you want." She said angrily.

"It's not mom, I'm living with Harry. That's where I have been since that day I told you I was behind on bills. I've been staying with Harry in his apartment. But, now Harry and I are together. Like we are dating, and this is our house. He asked me to move in with him, and I said yes. He is keeping up with the bills, and everything." I said.

"So you are free loading off him?" she asked.

"No mom, I'm in love with him." I said.

"When did this happen?" she asked.

"When he got back from tour." I said.

"And what about Timmy?" she questioned.

"I broke up with him. We weren't good together anyway, and I wasn't happy." I said.

"Well, then, if Harry makes you happy, then I am happy for you." she smiled.

"Thank you. It means a lot." I said.

We talked for a little while longer, but then my mom left. I was glad she approved of Harry and I dating, it meant a lot to me, knowing I had her support.

After she left, I had flopped on the couch, and was scrolling through my Twitter. I saw a lot of hate comments, and I tried not to let them get to me. I didn't want to read them, but I had to. It's like one of those situations, when you know something is bad for you but you keep doing it because you just have to.

I needed to know what people were saying about me. I had been talked about a lot at school, and even online, being Harry Styles of One Direction's best friend, but never this bad. Everyone was saying that I was ugly, and fat, and worthless. They said Harry deserved better than me, and that I was forcing him to be with me. Others said that I was a beard. Just like Eleanor had predicted. A lot of people were telling me to go die, or that they would kill me.

Before I knew, hot tears were forming in my eyes. I couldn't handle this. There was not one nice or supportive comment anywhere. I logged onto Tumblr, to say what they said on there. Most Tumblr girls were quite nice. There were a few good comments, but the rest were tearing me down, and saying that Harry and I were better off friends.

I couldn't believe people could say such terrible things. I tried to fight back my tears, but I just couldn't do it. I know I said I wouldn't let this affect me, but I was so far wrong.

I shut my phone, and ran up to Harry and my room. I curled up in a ball on the bed, and cried. I don't know how long I was there, but I soon heard a car door.