How could I forget?

Slut Shaming and High Notes

Ariana's POV

It's been a few months on tour now. Today we play the Forum Copenhagen and tomorrow we go on to play in Berlin, Germany. These past weeks on tour have been amazing, I've been to places I've never thought I'd be.

Harry, well, he's been true to his word. He's been spending a lot of time with Danny and Mia, and they've both grown a strong liking to him. Ever since that article came out about me and Harry and the kids, it's like he tried even harder to be there for them. Our publicist told us that when an interviewer asks us about the kids and our relationship with each other, that we should try our best not to directly answer the question. Like in an interview I had last week, the interviewer had asked me, "Is Harry Styles the father of your twins?" I answered back, "The kids and Harry have a really good relationship, yeah. They like to play with his hair." See, neither confirming nor denying.

I was currently in our hotel room getting things ready. (Packing clothes, snacks, diapers, etc.) The kids were still asleep so I had to be quiet, but I couldn't find Mia's left shoe. I was about to step outside to make a call, but when I opened the door there was someone there with their arm up, ready to knock.

"Fucking shit. You scared the hell out of me." I whispered to him.

"Sorry. I just came to bring you Mia's shoe. I must have left it when I brought her back last night."

"Yeah, I was about to call you about it right now." I then let Harry inside the room and continued getting things ready. After everything was done, we gently woke Mia and Danny up, and went downstairs to the car. Before we made it out the doors, the man at the front desk called us over. He said that there were fans already lined up outside and that we could either take the back exit or wait for security to escort us to our car. Harry chose the latter. As we walked out a few squeals/screams erupted, which startled the kids and they started to cry. Harry tried telling them to settle down and to be a but more quiet, most of them did, but a few were still making noises. We put the kids in their car seats, gave them some milk, and they started falling back to sleep. Harry wanted to go and meet a few fans and I told him I'd wait in the car, but he wasn't having any of it and instead gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me along with him. A few fans did ask for a picture with me, but I mostly offered to take the pictures of them and Harry. It wasn't until we got towards the center of the group that someone made a rude comment directed towards me.

"Why'd he bring the slut along?"

I looked towards their direction and about 3 girls were just glaring at me. Harry was too busy with other fans so I don't think he heard. I put my hand on his back making him turn around to look at me.

"I'm just," I started off, looking at the girls then looked back at him then said, "I'm just gonna go. I'll wait for you in the car." He tried to get me to stay but I made up an excuse saying I was tired, then I went to sit in the car. A few minutes later he came and we were on our way.

"Hey, they told me what those girls said about you, I didn't hear them or else I would have said something. Ari, don't believe what they say-" He started off, but I interrupted him.

"Can we just forget about it? I'm just not used to people saying things like that to my face and I don't know. It makes me feel like sh- crap. Like crap."

He nodded his head then turned to look out the window.

***

After the show I had an interview with GQ Magazine. The kids had stayed with Harry in his dressing room while I was doing the interview in mine. A few questions pass and the one I was waiting for was finally asked.

"Ariana, how do you deal with all of the hate? They call you horrible names, which I'm sure are not true, but how do they make you feel? What's your opinion?"