Shades Of Styles

They Don't Know About Us

"They don't know about the things we do. They don't know about the I love you's but I bet cha if they only knew, they would just be jealous of us"

(Y/N) and Harry seen walking the streets of London. I read another stupid article about Harry and I.

"I think they shouldn't be together at all. They don't know anything at all about love" an insider tells People magazine.

Insider? What insider? No one that knows Harry and I think we shouldn't be together.

I throw the magazine to the floor and sigh.

"Babe. What's wrong?" Harry asks coming into the living room.

"Another magazine thinks we shouldn't be together" i huff and cross my arms in front of my chest.

"They don't know how special you are." he places his hand on my arms . "They can say whatever they want. I don't care. I love you. Thats all that matters"

"I'm just tired of people hating me. Hating us."

"They don't know what they're talking about. They are just jealous." he smiles.

"I want them to know what we have is more than a fling. Its love, passion, we have everything going for us. They think we're to young to know what we have. But we know." I wrap my arms around Harry's waist.

"They don't know how much I love you. But who cares?" he shrugs. "I've waited what feels like my whole life for love to feel this right. Because every kiss we share gets sweeter. Every day is better than the last. Who cares if they know that. You just need to know that" he traces circles in my back.

"I do. I know that. I love you so much Harry" I smile and so does he as he reaches down to kiss me.