Where Do Broken Hearts Go? | Unexpected Series Book One

Chapter 46: Twitter Cuties and New Nicknames

Harry's POV

I feel the vibration in my pocket followed by the beeping sound signalling a text message on my phone.

I let go of Beth's hand so I can take my phone out of my pocket and when I look at it and see I have a message from Gemma.

Well aren't you two a couple of cuties! She's pretty H ;-)

I smile at her message until I realise that I didn't actually tell her we were coming here.

It's only then I notice that she's also included a link to Twitter.

I suddenly feel quite ill.

I click on it and see a photo of Beth and I from today.

It's actually a really nice photo.

We're walking alongside each other and I'm looking down at her as she's talking.

Gemma's right.

She does look really pretty.

But then I see some of the comments and immediately they make my blood boil.

Especially the ones about Beth.

I can't help but look around to see if anyone else is taking photos of us as we sit here, but I don't see anyone.

I can feel Beth's eyes on me and I know I can't avoid it any longer.

I hand her the phone and she takes it from me, looking at the screen.

She asks if she can click on the link, which of course I tell her she can and I watch nervously as she does.

But instead of getting angry, which I was anticipating, she surprises me by smirking.

"So people know we're here eh? How on earth would they know that?" she asks me, raising her eyebrow.

Of course they do, I blabbed it out earlier without thinking.

In my defence I was caught up in the excitement of it all.

"Yeah I kind of wasn't thinking back there was I?" I admit.

She looks back down at my phone and I can see her scrolling through the comments, a blank expression on her face.

I don't know if that's a good or bad thing yet.

"Beth?" I say quietly, "are you okay?"

I'm almost too scared to hear the answer.

What if she's really angry and wants out?

"Harry, I'm fine," she replies, a smile on her face.

I'm sorry...what?

Where's the angry and crying girl I would usually be dealing with right about now.

That's usually how it goes when I'm seen with someone.

It goes on social media and honestly, it can get nasty, and then there's usually tears.

"I know there's some pretty harsh comments there," I say, which saddens me.

It always does.

"Yeah," she replies, handing my phone back to me, "but your sister thinks I'm pretty!"

Of course Beth sees the glass half full side of it.

Out of everything she just read about herself, that's what she notices.

It's probably the most important remark anyway.

Coming from someone I love dearly and not some unknown on the internet.