Matty:
A notification sits quietly on your screen waiting for you to notice it. You sit in the kitchen of yours and mattys shared home, wondering what to cook for dinner tonight. A few ideas spring to mind. "My specialty, Matty loves it."
You think to yourself. You grab the pasta, cream and bacon bits out and throw the pasta on. "Not too hot" you think to yourself again.
While you have time you go to turn your phone on to play some good songs when you notice a bird in your notifications. "Twitter." You slide it across to notice that you hadn't posted a picture on twitter, it's your duty to post a picture now and then of you or of Matthew or even the both of yous. You scroll through your camera roll and find a fetus picture of Matthew. The one that his mum has of him hanging on her wall (A/N cuTE AS FUCK) you laugh at the memories behind it and see that it's your favourite! Matty is gannah flip but oh well I'm sure you can settle him.
The caption 'To my man crush everyday. The who can change my breathing with only a touch of my skin. I love you so much Matty, nothing will change that.' You then add the photo and post it. (A/N I know that isn't 140 characters but idgaf, it's lit.) The excitement overcomes your body. You sit..and wait till Matty replies. A few minutes later you scroll through your dm's even though you shouldn't. It's sort of okay though because you're use to the hate. A certain dm comes up and it grasps your attention.
"@y/t/n I can't believe how much of a strong young woman you are, the people on here are so fucking nasty. I'm the type to acknowledge your perfect smile or your cute humour. Please don't forget how perfect you are ❤️ please keep that close to your heart, you don't need to change bc you aren't perfect. If you need someone to talk to I'm always here."
You notice a small tear appear on your cheek. You type back.
"Thank you so much! I literally always get so much shit but none of them don't understand what it's like to own a superstars heart, nor them own mine. They don't understand how many times I've cried over the shit that is said on my pictures 'Bitch' 'whore' 'ugly' gets dropped on he daily. I'll always have you as a main priority baby bc you're the only one who gets me. Have a good morning/night/afternoon ❤️💜❤️"
A small smile appears on you slim, freckly face. Your heart has a sudden warm feeling knowing that you aren't alone. *Ding* The pasta is ready.
George:
You've noticed a lot of hate on social media lately which is causing you and George to start falling out. Today was really bad. You had put a picture of you with your bikini on and it was one of your favourite pictures of yourself. As soon as you put it up, your page gets flooded in disgusting comments. 'Pig, cow, ugly,whore" gets used by some of the younger fans which bothered you because you're trying to be a good example.
You didn't always search through the comments but something in you made you want to. You can across two pages arguing. "@y/t/n is so fucking pretty!! I can't believe some of your comments on here, it's disgusting and I don't know where 90% of you get these words from." A little part of you smiles, even though you know that 80% of the comments are calling you something trashy.
"She's so ugly. I don't see what George sees in her, she has fat rolls all over her belly." You click on their page and it's a girl call Samantha. Her hair is brown and she wears glasses. Even though you disliked the words that came from her keyboard you decided to send her a compliment. "@Samantha-Jane I really like your glasses, I know that you don't think I'm the best person to pay you a compliment but it doesn't seem as though you get enough. Please stop body shaming as it would make you so much prettier." Within minutes your trending. 'Y/n at it again with sticking up for herself against fans.' And 'When are people going to stop and think before they type?' Reveals some Twitter accounts.
A notification pops up on your screen. "@Gdanes @y/t/n that's my girl ❤️" a smile appearing on your cheeks.
