Stole My Heart (a Harry styles fanfiction)

Chapter-15

Life Is Hell

Ashlynn's POV
At last somehow we stabled from the other all situation. Or I just thought of that.
But huh! As I said my fucked up life don't like peace. It want adventure or I say grief.
So maybe Harry listen to my life and forced me to go to the 'Music Industrial Party'. Remember the party?

~Flashback Started ~

"Harry I don't think its a good idea" I uttered in front of the full length mirror.
"Its okay babe. As long as I'm here no one could do anything to you. People should know that I'm taken. That you are taken" he replied holding me from the back.
"Now is it okay beautiful?" He planted a soft kiss on my shoulder.
I nodded slowly. Suddenly Harry's phone rang and he took out the phone from his pocket.
"I've to receive this call baby" he said apologetically.
"Its okay"I replied reassuringly. He pecked my lips and got out from the room.

Why Harry want me to go there? He knows that his tremendous number of fans won't like me.
Though they love him a lot. Some of them will send me threads and hates.
Good!
What else will worst happen?

Now the most valuable question is can I be able to handle their hates???
After suffering a lot of shits can I still be able to hold my patience?
What if Harry choose his fans?
What if I cause any problem for him?
Would he still love me the same?
I don't know.
But also I can't hurt his feelings. He really want me to go there.
So what should I do?
"Babe have you decided?" Harry's voice came out in a hopeful way interrupting my conversation of
Brain VS Mind.

"I think I can try." I smiled at him.
"Yayyyyy." He acted as a five years old boy standing in front of a candy floss shop.
I laughed at him.
"That's mean from today everyone will know that I'm taken by you and you by me."he smiled calmed himself down.

~Flashback End~

We got down from the car and struggling to the entrance through a lot of paparazzi and fans asking millions of questions.
"Harry who is she?"
"Harry is this mysterious girl taken your heart?"
"Harry is she the ugly girl you are dating?"
"Harry is she your girlfriend?"
"Stay away from Harry"
Bla bla bla
Harry tightened his grip on my hand ignoring all the questions.
Honestly some of the questions were really hurting.
I was feeling a lump in my throat hearing there threads.

A cold series of wind made my goosebumps appeared on my skin as we entered the building.

I had chosen a violet short sliv dress which was ended by covering my knee.
Wrong choice, this dress was shorter than the cold chills.

"Forget what they said. I don't care what they think about you." He slowly whispered.

"Are you ready babe?" he gripped my hand tightly. A weak nod came out as my answer.

He started to walk towards the hallroom taking me with him.
And my heart started to pound hundred time faster than usual.
There must be a lot more celebrities.
They are more skinnier and beautiful than me. I would be hiding any corner from all of their hurtful comments.
Oh Fuck sorry Luck here we go...
As we entered a lot of flashes and music started to cover my eyes and booming my ears.

Oh God Its Really A Massive Number Of Peoples. Oooopps Celebrities.....
As we entered everyone's eyes on us. I felt insecure. Harry squeezed my hand lightly.