Bad boys and broken hearts. {WATTYS 2017}

Chapter 14 // Twitter hate

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Liam decided we get a break from the world, so we came to Paris. I sit on the windowsill staring at the view of the Eiffel tower. Liam must of seen how in awe I was.

"You know it's not as beautiful you, right?" He questioned from behind.

I turn to him taking in his fresh scent, admiring his bare wet chest. I don't answer, turning around to face the beautiful view of Paris once again. I'm not sure if I know I'm beautiful. I look in a mirror everyday trying to see through the flaws that everyone else judges me on. My insecurities — I try to hide, the things I do to become perfect. You're beautiful, if Liam thinks you're beautiful than you're beautiful. What happened to what you think of your self, is all that matters? If you think you're ugly, fat, useless, etc. Than it doesn't, it only matters what the people who think you're beautiful says. I sit staring out the window, as I have a mental debate with myself. I stare at my reflection in the window, finding flaws to hide. My knees hugged to my chest.

"Come on, let's get your mind off things my beautiful fiancé." Liam says grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face him.

"But I haven't showered or gotten dressed." I tell him looking down at my attire. I still wore Liam's shirt he gave me and a pair of panties as I lack a bra.

"You look fine." He says, pulling me to his chest.

"First of all Liam, I'm basically half naked. I'm not going to walk around the freezing streets of Paris half naked." I say throwing my hands up in mock frustration.

I walk to my suit case pulling out a clean bra and something to wear. I pull off his shirt and slide on the laced push-up bra.

"Or we can just stay here and enjoy each other." He says with a smirk, as I glare him. "I meant enjoy each others company."

I gave him a yeah right look and finish dressing. I go to the bathroom to do girly things. I brush my teeth, and start to apply makeup. I finish, I look down seeing my phone on the counter where I left it last night. I unlock it and go through twitter.

@EvaMariee, Your a slut, you don't deserve Liam. And you broke poor Zayn's heart, you're a whore, it's a good thing you lost that baby.

@EvaMariee, Karma's a bitch isn't it? You broke Zayn's heart and in return you lost your child.

@EvaMariee, My condolences goes to you, I'm sorry you lost the baby, you've would of been a great mother. Congrats on the engagement, and real directoners know the truth.

@EvaMariee, Congrats we love you sweet heart. #Weloveyou #realdirectionerknowthetruth #congrats.

I got some hate but others were really sweet. The hate did hurt like a lot. My eyes threatened to spill tears but I had to blink them way. I don't want Liam seeing me cry and I don't want to ruin my semi-perfect makeup. I take in 10 deep breaths and repeat you're perfect, you're perfect, you're perfect multiple times. I keep trying to take in deep breaths but start to choke on the air I'm inhaling.

They're lying you're perfect. Liam loves you, Zayn broke your heart. You're the one hurting. If it wasn't for him you wouldn't have lost that baby. I think to myself trying to calm me down.

I walk out the bathroom, taking one last look at my reflection. I was satisfied with my outfit. I wore black tights under light ripped skinny jeans, a white long sleeve top, black leather jacket and black combat boots. Liam looked at my outfit stunned, as he stands up. I walk over to my suit case, stuffing in Liam's dirty shirt. Even though I only worn it once, it had it's reasons to be dirty.