Gracey's pov;
"What's your facebook link?" Eleanor asked pulling out her phone. I gave her my facebook and smiled.
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I fell onto my bed and opened my laptop and went to facebook.
'8 new friend requests' I smiled and accepted them. I decided to go to tumblr, I went to the Harry Styles tag and start rebloging pictures of him, I scrolled down and saw a picture of Harry and I holding hands. I read the text underneath 'EW. Harry's new one night stand fame whore is ugly.' I scrolled down and read more.
'Who is uglier Taywhore or the new ugly whore?'
'I hope she cuts herself tbh'
'I'm going to kill her.'
'She's just using him for fame! Fame whore!'
'Harry's gonna get a STD from her!'
'Guys chill, she's just a beard #LarryStylinson.' I felt tears bundle in my eyes and put my laptop down.
"I don't have STDS and I'm not a fame whore.." I whispered as I cried myself to sleep.
(A/N:Sorry it's so short! I felt like writing but then got super tierd but I also felt like updating my story.)
