Lauren,
Sorry if its not what you wanted ): and sorry if its offensive in anyway.
I hope you enjoy it
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Her chest rises with each steady breath she takes, silence filling the room. Her eyelashes intertwine with each other while her eyelids seal revealing nothing but darkness to her eyes. The last bit of tears stream down her cheek and I reach to wipe them away lightly. Small strands of hair fall to her forehead and I swiftly tuck it behind her ear. I place a kiss on her forehead and leave the room heading down to the kitchen in an instant.
I take a mug out of the cabinet and put a lemon tea packet into it, pouring an already hot kettle if water into the mug until it was completely full. I steadily make my way to the kitchen island, taking a seat on the tall chair, my elbows supporting my weight as I lean on them.
My right hand eventually fists at my check as my other hand falls to the marble surface taking in the freezing temperature.
I raise my hand, my thumb now slowly sliding over the circumference of the top of the mug, my mind buried deep into my thoughts.
What am I supposed to do? A proper boyfriend wouldn't watch their girlfriend get hate and watch her cry herself to sleep every night. He'd do something about it.
But that's the problem. Management would literally kill me if I went off on my 'fans' who were sending Lauren hate.
They don't even know who she is.
They don't even understand how happy I am with her.
They don't understand that I love her.
They don't.
I pull my phone out of my pocket, the vibration pulling me out of my thoughts.
A text from Niall?
Mate, you should look at this. http://www.mirror.uk.com/harry-styles-girlfriend-so...
I furrow my eyebrows in anger at the link. The mirror. Of course they'd makes another horrid article about one of the boys to get attention. Last time it was Louis. This time me.
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Harry Style's girlfriend socially dead?
The most popular boyband in the world is now off the market, all of them in happy relationships. Harry's sudden change in status seemed to have surprised the fans known as 'Directioners' who all turned to his girlfriend to let out their anger.
Harry's girlfriend, known as Lauren, received plenty of hate over the past week, #Laurry being one of the worldwide trends.
No doubt about it, all the boys are happy with Harry's choice in this particular feminine girl. Many other positive Directioners have been defending Lauren expecting feedback from her, knowing that Lauren is a teenager which means, she tweets a lot.
Those Directioners are now against her, Lauren not tweeting for three days straight being the cause, and turn their backs against her sending her multiple threats.
Soon after, a directioner started a rumor saying that the 1D girlfriend was 'socially' dead, meaning that she was non-existent in the world of social media.
#RIPPublicLaurry soon trended, notifying that the Laurry that was public days ago is now dead in the public eye. The couple is still together and are alive, just not in the public world.
Will the social death of Lauren be the social death of Harry?
All boys seem to be fine, Zayn is happy with his now fiancé, Louis is happy as always with his one true love Eleanor, Liam is gladly in a relationship with hold hood friend Sofia Smith, and Niall seems to be having fun being the secret 'ladies man'.
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"Bullshit." I mumble under my breath with every word I read.
"H-Harry?"
I turn in my chair, my eyes wide at the sight of her limp body standing in the doorway, her eyes still teary and her voice shaky. Her cheeks seemed hollow at the lack of food she's been eating lately; I've tried many times to get her to eat but she doesn't seem to have the appetite.
"Come here love." I whisper and widen my arms, signaling her to come close. She slowly strides towards me, now standing in between my legs. I sand up, pushing my chair to the side, keeping eye contact with her. I slide my hands to her waist and grip onto them tightly as I pick her up with all my strength and turned, placing her in the kitchen island. I noticed the goosebumps forming on her skin when the cold marble hit her thighs hat peeked through the bottom of her shorts. I slid the mug of tea to the side and allowed her to sit directly in front of me. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in forcefully for a hug.
"What's wrong babe?" I whispered sweetly in her ear.
"I'm dead?" she whispers back, and her voice cracks as more tears fall from her eyes. I pull away from our hug to look her in the ear.
She was broken. Broken like a vase. A vase that can be fixed but the wear and tear will always be noticeable and will always be left. She was the vase.
Hate is definitely something that scares you for life. Sow thing that will always leave a mark. And I understand. But there's only one thing you can do at this point. And that's blame. And I blame them.
"No. You're right here. With me." I try to comfort her. I raise my hand to cup her cheek only for it to be refused. I look at her startled as a tear falls down her chin and to the countertop.
"I can't do this anymore." She whispers silently.
"Lauren I-"
I'm cut off by her surprisingly harsh actions as she pushes me slightly back and slides out of my grasp, walking away from me slowly. My eyes never leave her back as she slowly strides towards the staircase.
"Lauren." I say with no response.
"LAUREN." I yell this time, trying my best to get her attention. She freezes, tense with her fists clenched.
"Look at me." I plead. She sniffs, a sign of more tears.
"LOOK AT ME." I yell once again.
"WHAT." she screams almost instantly and I'm taken back by the amount of energy she put into the words she spoke.
"Stay with me. Stay with me forever. Till the day I die. I don't want you to give up on us. We have something big something special that no one has. No one understands the love I have for you. No one understands the sacrifices I faced to have you in my arms every night. I need you to stay. We'll get better together." My eyes wonder off, my hands flying everywhere! as I try my best to explain how I feel.
I hear her say something under hear breath that I couldn't quite hear.
"What?" I ask. She takes a deep breath and looks at me, her eyes beaming red with tears falling like a waterfall.
"No." And with that, she runs up to our room an I hear the door shut loudly. I'm left with nothing but a single word that wouldn't dare leave my mind.
And then came the tantrum. Anger filled me with every object I broke. All I wanted was a happy relationship with the girl I love but no.
Am I not good enough?
But that's when I remembered, her hollow cheeks, her skinny figure. She's weak. All she needs is love.
I stalk to the staircase, taking one last look at the shattered mug, plates, and vase on a puddle of lemon tea that is being left on the kitchen floor. I stomp quietly up the stairs and to our room taking a deep breath before opening the door.
She's wrapped in the sheets, shaking and sniffing. I look at the clock.
2 A.M.
I slip off my jacket, dropping it on the floor.
Breath.
I unzip my pants and bring them to my ankles, shaking them off and throwing them across the room.
Take a step.
I pull my shirt over my head and flick it towards the closet.
Be quiet.
I slide my socks off my feet and leave them in my tracks.
My procedures are precise in order to get to her without her realizing. I look down at her limp body that is faced the other way.
I climb onto the bed, earning a surprised sharp breath coming from her. I bury myself into the sheets, my skin touching hers. I turn to face her back and wrap my left arm around her waist and dig my right hand between her and the bed. I hug her tightly remembering just how good this used to feel. The feeling was better knowing that I was somehow helping her.
"I love you." I whisper the three words I've been wanting to say for the past 6 months we've been together. She turns around and looks at me with eyes of joy.
"Do you know how long I've been waiting to ear that?" she sniffs as a heart warming smile that I haven't seeng in he's appears on her lips.
I smile and place a soft kiss on her nose, resting my forehead against hers.
"I love you too." She whispers and our eyes close in unison and takes us o our dream worlds where everything is better but not any better than this.
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