Angry fans kept commenting. I sat cross-legged on my bed with my laptop in front of me. I saw Liam's name pop up on his official Twitter. "Leave her alone. If you hurt her, you hurt me." Not even that made me feel better.
My eyes were red and I was shaking. Liam texted me.
Taylor, talk to me. I will help you.
I ignored the text and hugged my knees to my chest.
"Why do they hate me so much?" I whispered to myself, taking a deep breath as more tears spill from my eyes.
It stung badly but I shook it off.
" I'm not even dating Liam!" I sniffled and tied my hair back up in a messy bun.
I heard the fans were vicious but I never realized how bad it was I wiped some of the tears away but it didn't help because more just kept falling down my face.
More posts came almost every few seconds. They got nastier and nastier.
"I've never really been all that popular but look at me right now! I'm the center of attention to more than half the world!" I thought, putting my head down into my hands and sobbing.
Oh look, someone just called me slutty and ugly! You're so original.
I took a few deep breathes. I put on a fake smile underneath my tears on my face, trying to make myself feel better.
The post from my old best friend ran in circles around my head, demanding my undivided attention. She never even liked me? I groan and tears slide down my face. Liam kept sending worried texts.
Then I lose it.
I crawled onto the floor in front of me bed and cry hardest I have in a long time. I've never been so hated in my entire life; I spent so much time being nice to even the nastiest of people so no one would hate me. I can't stand it. The fact that another living human couldn't stand me; it made me sick. The fact that my best friend was one of those people made me even more sick.
A loud thud came from downstairs but I didn't move. I couldn't move.
"Taylor?" a man's voice called from downstairs.
I didn't move
Then there were footsteps, pounding ones, coming up the stairs.
I didn't move.
He wrapped me in his arms and rocked me back and forth slowly making low "shhhing" sounds.
I cried into Liam's shirt as he stroked my hair. I knew it was him the moment I heard his voice; the voice I had listened to on repeat for hours and hours.
"Taylor, it will be ok. Shhh." He whispered. I nodded and looked up at him, he had tears streaming down his face. He wiped the tears from my eyes and picked me up bridal style.
He set me down on my bathroom counter and grabbed a towel. I watched his eyes as he cleaned off my face, wiping off my makeup.
When all the makeup and tears were wiped away Liam quickly dried off his face before throwing the towel aside. He rested his hands on the counter on either side of me and looked me in the eyes, our faces inches apart.
"I'm sorry I worried you," I whispered shyly, looking down at my interlaced fingers. A sympathetic look swept over his face.
"I thought you hated me after what you must have read and when you didn't respond-" he paused, taking in a deep breath then lifting my chin up to look me in the eye again. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright and didn't hate my entire existence." He gave a half-hearted smile and little chuckle as he finished.
Liam hugged me tightly, swaying us back and forth while I sat on the counter.
"Please, don't ever scare me like that again," he whispered into my hair.
"I won't, I promise." I say and hug him tighter.
