Breath

chapter 11-haters

a week. I've been in London for a week. and I've tried hard to stay off twitter but I give in and go on. I go into the kitchen get a beer out of the fridge then open up the app.

700 thousand followers?! are you serious?!

and my mentions are through the roof...

"too bad youre fat."

"harry couldn't find a better slut to hire?"

"I bet she's getting paid."

and the list goes on. what the hell did I ever do to these people?

"Eb? what's wrong?" I look and harry is jogging towards me from the living room looking super worried, he drops what he has in his hands, and as I'm about to tell him "nothing I'm fine." I realise I'm crying, tears spilling down my cheeks.

"they hate me harry." I choke out. Harry picks up my phone , deletes the twitter app then sets my phone down.

"I don't give a shit what they say. real fans love you, because you make me happy." then he wraps his arms around me, and I burry my face in his chest.

"babe. don't worry about it. please. you're perfect." he strokes the back of my hair, whispering these words into my ear. I feel like maybe his words a true,  maybe I am perfect. perfect for him.

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dinner time that night

"lets go out. I haven't got any food here." harry says closing the fridge door for like the 7th time.

I would rather stay in with carry-out, but I don't object, I go to the bedroom slip on a black dress and some jet blue heals that harry baught me a couple nights ago.

I make myself take deep breaths. everything is finw. I'm fine.

harry and I go to a high end restraunt down town, and I make sure I'm as close to harry as I can, looking down.

"babe smile." harry whisper in my ear as he pulls my seat out for me. chills rushing down my spine.

holy shit.

I loosen up a bit and order a glass of wine, harry doing the same.

"you look beautiful." said seriously and taking my hand across the table. I blush and look down.

the waitress recognizes harry and asks for a picture then she looks to me with a funny expression. "can I get a picture with both of you?! I didn't meen to seam rude.." a smile then plays on her face, I nod and stand adjusting myself next to harry, his hand on my lower back and then it travels lower to my bum, and I let out a slight shout of suprise.

"harry quit it." I snap quietly, my face burning red and elbow his side.

we finish our meal without any further interuptions and outside, as usual, a crowd of paps wait.

"harry! are you two official?"

"how long have you been dating?!"

I stop walking cathing harry a bit, and I look at the rotund little man who asked the question.

"we are not dating. he's my friend. and has been showing me around the city. okay?" and then I keep walking with harry who is about to split his sides from laughter.

"nice one, killer."

"shut up." I find harrys hand, and squeeze it tight as we walk to the cab and back to the apartment.