I had gained 15,000 followers just since last night, and I had thousands of mentions. I decided to go through them to see what all of the fans thought about me. Of course there were tons of nice ones, but being human my eyes went right to the bad one’s. It made my heart drop to my stomach, and it made my mood change drastically. I read things like: “How could Harry like this Brooke girl?! She’s a total piece of white trash”, “ @brookecollins95 can go die for all I care! She’s a total slut!”, “We have another whore on our hands directioners! Go rot in hell! @brookecollins95”, and “How do @Harry_Styles and @brookecollins95 go together? He’s perfect and talented, and she’s just an ugly, attention-hogging piece of sh*t”.
I could immediately feel tears piling up in my eyes, begging to spill out. What did I ever do to these people? They don’t even know me? What can I do to fix this?
Harry’s POV:
Brooke was beaming, which made me even more happy than I already was. She got on her phone and her expression changed right away. My heart sunk, forming a pit in my stomach. I really really hope this isn’t what I think it is, fans can be so cruel. Or really I shouldn’t even call those people fans because true fans don’t hurt us, or the people we love. They’ve run so many people away from me when I did nothing.
“Brooke?” I barely croaked out, the knot in my throat preventing me from speaking.
She slowly turned around to face me as a tear fell down her cheek. We had just arrived at the restaurant and the others climbed out of the tall range rover “tell the others we’ll be there in a minute” I shouted as they were closing the doors. “Brooke baby tell me what’s wrong” she stayed silent, trying not to make eye contact. “did liam say something? She shook her head “no” of course not what am I saying? This is Liam Payne we are talking about here!
“the… the girls… on… on twitter” she got out in between sobs. I carefully pulled her into a hug.
“I know how bad they can be sweetheart, they’ve made me feel worse than I ever have before” I the tears welling up in my eyes. “I came so close to leaving all that I had worked for my entire life, just because of one comment. But you have to realize, that these girls are going to say mean things. They are jealous; it’s only human. I’m sorry I know I should have warned you, but we can fight through it together. I don’t want you to hurt. I will address these people personally. These people can try to hurt me all they want, but I am not going to let them hurt you anymore.” I stated proudly. I don’t want her to hurt. “If you still want to be with me, and if “we” are long term, which by the way I want more than anything, there will be the occasional haters. You can’t please everyone, and I’ve experienced this first hand. Overtime you will get used to these comments in time, learn how to repel them and what not, but occasionally one will slip through your cracks. I will be there in those times of weakness and sadness Brooke.”
She whispered “thank you”, her tears fading. She looked up at me and gave me the most gentle, sweetest kiss. I have kissed plenty of girls, but honestly none of those kisses have ever been so… right.
Once she had completely calmed down, we went inside the restaurant. We squeezed into a booth with the others, Brooke settling close to me. I looked at my phone, catching Brooke’s attention. I went straight to the text Liam had sent and it was a picture of me and Brooke at the photo shoot today, with the comment “she’s definitely a keeper! Good job mate! J”. A smile immediately swept across my face as did Brooke’s. Not being able to resist, I looked at her sharing another sweetest kiss, that seemed to linger. I would of liked it to be longer but we were interrupted by Louis “He’s mine!” he shouted pulling me out of the booth dramatically.
