A Public Affair (A Harry Style Fan Fiction)

Mojito And Gossips

This morning I woke up with the sunlight coming through my white curtains. I laid on my back for a moment, not wanting to get up from my comfortable spot. I rubbed my eyes before loudly sighing and getting out of my bed. Today, I wasn’t going to be able to see Harry mainly because he had some press thing to take her of. I didn’t know what I would be doing today and it was frustrating me. I walked to my bathroom and opened the cold water to brush my teeth. While brushing my teeth, I looked in the mirror and saw this girl staring at me; she had her hair tangled up and massive bags under her eyes. Mornings were always cruel to me, I always looked like a wet dog or even worse. How did I expect to wake up next to someone I liked? I always had those kinds of fears, and it wasn’t going to end with Harry around. I spit my toothpaste in the sink before rinsing my mouth. I washed my face as well because I had to try to wake my face up a little bit. I dried my face with a towel before walking back to my bedroom. As usual, I grabbed my Mac and logged into my social networking websites. I know what you all have in mind, why is she doing this to herself? Well, I didn’t know it myself but all I knew was that I wanted to know what people thought of me. It was certainly stupid and unnecessary but I couldn’t stop. I was always the kind of girl that didn’t really care about what people thought of me because I knew who I was and who my friends were but right now, I barely know myself and the only friend that I had left was Callie. I wasn’t the kind of girl who fell for some random man without even knowing him that well. It wasn’t me at all, like with Caleb, we were friends first and we knew each other very well meanwhile with Harry, I was just letting myself fall into his arms.

I looked through my mentions and replied to some of the nice comments. It wasn’t a surprise to see mean comments as well. I read some of them before I felt disgusted. Basically they were accusing me of using him for his fame and money and their only reason was because I wasn’t there from the start of his career. I was a little bit taken aback by this, sure thing I wasn’t there from the start but it didn’t mean I was interested in him only because he was a huge sensation now; it was pure bullshit if you asked me. I searched my name on the search tab as well, not knowing what I would find out. Basically there were pictures of us and some memes. I found some pictures of us, when we were on the beach yesterday. Fuck, I thought that we were alone and that nobody was there taking some pictures of us but I guessed wrong. All the pictures of us, I looked hideous except one, where I was on his back and that we couldn’t see my face because my face was buried behind his neck. Obviously the only picture that I liked was the one where we didn’t see my face. I scrolled down a bit further and found this picture of me beside Taylor Swift. I didn’t have to tell you that she looked like a freaking model meanwhile I was like a potato beside her. Way to bring yourself down Liz…  I should stop this right now but I couldn’t stop to compare myself with her. She had long blond hair meanwhile I had a mix of brown and ginger in my hair. Her legs were like small sticks meanwhile mine were double of her size. She was taller than me and… In conclusion, she was better than me on so many levels but I didn’t have much time to think about it because my phone buzzed on the end table beside me, I turned around and stared at my phone. It was only a text message. I grabbed my phone and saw a text message from Harry.

10:22 AM from Harry: Hey love! Hope u had an amazing night of zzz. On my way to our first intvw. xx

I looked at my screen and couldn’t stop staring at it.

I didn’t really talk to Gemma when they arrived last night. It was already late and I was a bit tired so I simply introduced myself to her before Paul nicely agreed to take me back home. She had the same smile as Harry and you could tell that they were really close. You could tell that she was proud of her little brother’s success. I snapped out of my daydream and climbed out of my bed and went downstairs. Maybe today Callie and I could go do a little shopping spree because I could use more clothes for my remaining days with Harry. I had to look perfect not only for him but for his fans, I wanted to prove to them that I was good enough to be beside Harry. You want to show them that you are beautiful as Taylor, my subconscious added. I pushed the thought in the back of my head and headed to the kitchen. There was no sign of Callie in here, the only thing that caught my eye was the little hand written note on the fridge. I grabbed it and read it.