In Another World

Part 7

Harry's POV

That night, I go to Lou's flat to talk to him. I need to spend time with him. "I feel so bad... I never understood how painful it was to lie to the world about you and Eleanor." I say.

"Oh, it's okay, I still love you," Louis responds. I love when he's this playful, carefree Louis. the Louis I first fell in love with. We talk and talk... and it's nice. that feeling is something I miss.

My phone lights up. I look at it. I have 749 notifications on twitter in the past like, 10 minutes. They're all about Meg. People are tweeting her and me... and sending hate already. saying she isn't pretty enough or nice enough. Im not dating her... but they do not know her. And they have no right to tell her that she isn't good enough for me. This relationship is fake but everyone believes it and... I sigh. It's working, isn't it?

I text her, just to ask if she's okay. I know how hard it is to get hate all the time. I get called gay everyday by people who don't even know all the boys' first names. I guess it's true but they say it like it's a bad thing, and that really makes my blood boil.

Meg's POV

I sit here at 11:52 p.m. and read through my mentions on twitter.

"You're ugly... why would harry even love you?"

"Larry is real okay? You're just a beard and you know it."

"Harry could've picked a prettier girl..."

"you're a snob and Harry's too good for you"

I know Harry and the boys have the greatest fans in the world. I do. but to the public we're happy together, so why would they continue sending me hate if they know Harry's happy? If he's happy, why aren't they?

I don't cry. Not yet. It's all just starting. It'll get worse.

I get a text from Harry. "Are you okay? Like with the stuff of twitter?" it reads. I reply with a yes and ask him the same question. At least he is considerate. I know he hates me and I wish he wouldn't. In another world, we could be friends. We could even be more than friends.

I decide to shut my phone off. I need to sleep. I set my phone on my nightstand and roll over, reviewing the day. My eyelids suddenly become heavy and I eventually close them for a nice, peaceful sleep, forgetting all the nasty tweets fans are posting every second.