"Okay, spill." I say as soon as we're inside. I am not letting this go. I frown and cross my arms over my chest while leaning against the wall. He simply looks at me before parting his pink lips but no sound comes out. "Explain." I say as if its the most obvious thing in the world, shaking my head slightly and raising my eyebrows. He draws in a deep breath then exhales it before saying something.
"Ehm, the hate....it ehm became overwhelming." He says so quietly I almost don't hear him, he scratches the back of his neck and doesn't look at me for a few seconds. His emerald eyes are glistening, his pink lips frowning, he tosses me his phone which I clumsily catch. "Look at it."
I open up his phone to twitter. I knew he got hate, but not this much. It seems never ending as I read it. Has he read it all? Tears form in my eyes as I read on; so many horrible, horrible names. "You know this isn't true." I say weakly, still scrolling. I've never been good with my emotions, if I know I can cry in front of you, I will, and I am. I toss it on the bed.
"I know, but it's just the fact that they think I am- I sort of think I am too." He mumbles, keeping his head down, I wipe away a few stray tears, trying to compose myself with a few deep, quick breaths as I make my way over to him. My index finger tilting his head so he's looking at me, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"You aren't, Harry." I say, the corner of my lips trembling but I force myself not to cry, not now, maybe later. I shake my head and look him dead in the eyes. "You are not a player, a womanizer, a man-whore." I say. "We haven't broken up and you haven't used me for anything, we haven't even had sex." I say, my parents raised me right, I'm to save myself for marriage, but if Harry's the one...
He chuckles and nods making me smile, his smile could cause world peace, I love him to bits, he doesn't realize that. "Harry..." I raise my eyebrows again, my smile slowly fading as I become serious again. I move away from him and search the drawers for a marker or something. I find a black sharpie and move towards him.
"What are you-" I cut him off by placing a finger to his lips.
"Ssshh." I grab his wrist and proceed to draw a butterfly on both of them.
"What's that for?" He asks, examining it.
"If you don't cut and the butterfly washes away unharmed its flies away alive, if you cut it dies. Don't kill the butterfly." I smile up at him. "Take some ice or something to your skin instead." I smile up at him. "That's what I did while you were gone." I blurt out.
"You?" He points at me, raising an eyebrow.
"I know." I wave him off. I have to be the strong one, that's why I don't cry in front of people. "Lets just enjoy the rest of our vacation, love you." I hug him.
"Love you too." He grins and kisses the top of my head.
*****
We get home, he stays with me to help me get everything packed then he helps me move in with him, and once I'm all settled we cuddle on the couch, drinking tea. "So, Christmas is coming up." I smile at him. I'm going back, he's coming with me. "I want you to come with me."
He grins down at me. "I'd love that." He says, its like a present, though I'm not sure how my dad and brothers will take it. He kisses my temple, I smile then rest my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around him and yawning, his hand slides through my hair, grinning. "Too much work for one day?"
"Yeah." I nod, looking up at him, he flicks the tv off and stands up, waiting for me, chuckling as I collapse onto the seat where he was just sitting, I look up at him, he looks down at me.
"Coming?" He asks.
"Carry me?" I ask, lifting my arms, he chuckles and sighs, shaking his head slightly as he picks me up bridal style and carries my upstairs and throws me into the sheets, play wrestling each other until I hold down his wrists while straddling him, laughing.
"I let you win." He says, rolling his eyes, I roll my eyes, I know he let me win.
"That's a very sexual position Parry is in." I hear Louis say from behind us, I blush and let Harry go, falling into the ground, I hear Harry scream Louis' name, I get up chase him into a room, we fight for a few seconds trying to get the door closed or open until he shoves it closed sending me into the wall behind me, close to the stairs, that could've been bad...
"Louis!" I shout, pounding on the door for a few minutes until Harry gently pries me away, he uploaded it, I guess dating a super famous pop star means everyone knows your business...
"Just leave it." Harry says, tucking some hair behind my ear, kissing my forehead before we fall asleep. I'm so stubborn, I'll get Louis back...
~~
A/N: haha evil anywhore how do you think Pam's going to get her revenge on Louis? Talk about awkward...
200 votes and 10K reads
Thank you guy for all your support, it really means a lot when you guys comment things saying "update soon" and it makes me feel like you actually enjoy the story and ugh ilysm bai ;] love y'all
