Harry's POV
Tears burn my eyes as I keep on reading and reading everything they said to me.
It was getting too much. The hate. Something they are from my own fans! Why would they do that?
I'm losing my mind. I can't take this anymore. Everyday I log on to social media and I can't go one second without seeing something bad about me.
I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Everything was okay last week. But this week, everything just changed.
A sob escapes my lips as I let my tears slide down my cheeks.
I need Y/N.
I shakily pick up my phone and dial her number.
I hold the phone up to my ear and wait for her to answer.
"Hello?"
"Y/N. I-I need you." I cry into the phone.
"Oh god Harry are you crying?!" She says frantically.
I let out a few sobs.
"Harry I'm coming right over." She says as she hangs up
In a few minutes, Y/N coming rushing into the bedroom.
"Oh baby." She coos as she brings me into her arms.
"P-Please don't leave me." I sob.
"Never." She replies.
I grip onto her shirt tightly and cry into her chest.
"Who did this to you Harry?" She asks as she wipes my tears.
"The p-press. T-The fans." I sob.
She pulls me into her chest and I cry and cry.
"Baby please don't cry. You don't deserve to be like this. Don't listen to anything that the fans and the press are saying. They aren't true." She says wiping my tears.
"P-Please stay with me." I say placing my hand on hers.
"Of course I will Harry." She smiles softly.
She kisses my lips before pulling me close to her.
"I love you Harry. Don't listen to those nasty people. They aren't worth your attention and time." She says soothingly.
"I-I love you Y/N." I kiss her jaw.
"I love you more Harry."
