Soon enough, the photos were circulating like crazy. They were everywhere. I hardly touched my phone, deleted the apps for Twitter and Instagram and I avoided the dailymail like the plague.
Niall was in contact with Liam and Louis who were both desperately trying to figure out what we should do.
My family didn't try to get involved, not because they didn't care, more because it wasn't really their area. Mine and Harry's relationship was very personal, and now apparently Kendall was in the mix too.
Then my phone rang, it was Anne. I answered it quickly, wondering maybe if she heard from Harry.
"Anne?"
"Oh (y/n), hello pet, Niall told me he was with you which is good, what happened love? Or do you even know?"
"Oh Anne, I really don't, the photos were tweeted to me. Harry hasn't been in contact and Niall, Liam and Louis are trying now to figure out should we contact him and stuff"
"Right, well, (y/n) I had no clue about this, I thought you both were so happy together. I'm so disappointed in Harry."
"I thought we were happy together too" I whispered quietly down the phone.
"I know love, I know. I better let you go now because I know that Gemma wants to ring you too okay? Love you lots pet"
"Bye Anne, love you too"
And with that I hung up, Niall turned round to see I was finished talking and gave an encouraging smile and I tried and failed to give one back.
And then the phone rang again, it was Gemma this time, like Anne said.
"Hello Gemma"
"I'm going to kill him"
"Gem-" I was cut off.
"No (y/n) I'm going to kill him, he is going to get such an earful from me. God! I'm furious at him, how dare he treat you like that, considering how mad he was when I was cheated on. And Kendall, don't think she's not in on it (y/n) I didn't like her when she was around before you. Couldn't stand her. She's going to get a whole lot of verbal abuse from me too"
"Gemma, I don't know what to do. Harry hasn't called. He hasn't tweeted or anything. The boys are considering our options because of the press and stuff too. It's not like I can fly out their and confront them on the yacht-"
"He has her on a YACHT?" That idiot brother of mine oh my god"
"Yes Gemma, a yacht, and I can't go out their because the press would have a field day getting a shot of the three of us on the deck. Or even me in the airport. And I don't want to give them that satisfaction."
"I totally agree with you, you don't want to see her face up close either (y/n), because if it was me, I'd rip all her hair out."
"And she's gorgeous too Gem" I whispered down the phone.
"Huh?"
"She's gorgeous, she's skinny, tall, leggy, she's an actual supermodel. Literally! I'm just me. Short, not skinny, not where near a supermodel. I'm just plain old (y/n) and Harry knows I hate myself. He knows this so why would he throw all the "I don't want a skinny girl" "I want you" comments back in my face by lounging around with her Gem. Why is he doing this?" I sobbed.
"Oh (y/n), you poor thing. I have no Idea why. That's the frustrating thing. And you're gorgeous, she's all skin and bones. You've got a knockout figure, you fill a dress just right. Harry is a complete idiot."
"Thanks Gemma, I just, I just feel so used right now"
"I'm sure you do Hun, look we all will get this problem sorted. I know this will sound stupid but try not to worry to much, it will be solved"
"Thanks Gem, I'd better go, Niall's just off the phone, love you"
"Love you too hun"
I turned to Niall to see what the verdict was.
"Okay, Louis has booked a flight for him to come home and he's going to ring him in a while and see if he's going to get on the plane or not. The plane sort of represents you (y/n) without you being there. And now it's just a wait to see if Harry is a massive dickhead or he realises how much he fucked up. Okay?"
"Okay, I'm happy with that. So now it's just a waiting game?"
"Now it's just a waiting game love"
