Calum:
"Ok," Calum said, "it's time to go." You nodded, but you could feel your fingers start to go numb with fear. And moments later, your hands were starting to shake. "You ready?" You nodded again, not trusting your voice. It became difficult to swallow as your throat started to swell. You felt Calum lace his fingers with you and squeeze. He led you to the front of the hotel you had been staying in. You could already see the crowd of people, and the flashing lights. You stopped in your in your tracks. Cal turned and looked at you. "I-I can't do it Li. I can't," you stammered. "You can, sweetie. I promise you, you can. And there will be a guard with us at all times," he said before placing a light kiss on your lips. "I have faith in you." You nodded one last time before he pulled you into the crowd.
Michael:
"Why does Michael even like @y/t/n? She literally looks like a whale." "Clearly Michael's been blinded by something if he's dating @y/t/n" "I honestly don't know what Michael sees in @y/t/n, she's so ugly I my screen cracked when I looked at a picture of her." You felt the warm tears fall down your cheeks as you scrolled through your mentions on twitter. "@y/t/n makes me wanna throw up #y/nsawhore" That one stung. And it had become a trend. You threw the phone down and curled up on the bed, hugging your knees to your chest. Your body was shaking with sobs. Maybe what they had been saying was right. Maybe you did look like a whale. Maybe you did crack screens. Why was Michael with you anyway? You wouldn't date yourself. "Hey, beb, I'm-oh my god what's wrong?" You had been so lost in thought you hadn't even heard Michael come in. "I-I-it's just-" you stuttered, unable to find the words. Michael sat down next to you and pulled you into him. "They hate me," you said once you had calmed down. "Who does baby?" he said as he kissed the top of your head. "Your fans." "That's what this is about?" he asked and you nodded. "They don't matter. I love you more then anything in the world."
