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We went back home to the apartment and i was sure there were lots of pictures taken of us together.

As we entered the flat i jerked as i saw Harry sitting at the table in living room, he was reading something.

I realized that Niall still was holding my hand and i was proud that Harry could see that this was real and not fake he should see that i was okay with Niall and that i accepted it and him.

What was I just thinking? I did accept Niall? That wasn't my intention of thought.

I was happy. Or?

Confused i looked over to Harry and at exactly this time he was looking up from the magazine and looked at me.

I cringed and hoped Niall didn't notice what happened between us.

The way Harry's beautiful ocean blue eyes stared at me just let start those annoying goose bumps raise.

His eyes got a sad haze and he turned them down.

No, don't stop Harry...

I wagged my head.

Niall let go of my hand and did a step up to Harry, while he grabbed an apple from the rind of fruits on the table and bit a piece off.

"How is it going with your spies?" he asked Harry.

"Nothing new .. I just know that she's known always as Georgia R. T. And i really want to find out what R.T. stands for maybe then i will be closer" Harry answered.

It felt like i was frozen down on this spot next to the door.

No.

They talked on but voices just slurred inside my head.

Harry wanted to find out who the person is that made the photographs.

"Niall can we please go upstairs?" i said before i got sick infront of Harry.

" 'Course" Niall drifted past me and waited for me to follow him and the stairs up.

"Something wrong with you and Harry?" he asked me as we sat down on his big bed.

"No" i gulped.

"Okay" he laughed and handed for his phone next to him.

"Oh," Niall looked at me.

"I think there's something you have to handle with in future..."

"What?"

"They are all asking who you are, on Twitter, i mean" he explained.

"My phone is in the car but what is it about?" i leaned into Niall and looked at his phone screen.

Multipe tweets were about "Who's that Nialler?... Who is she?... What are you even doing?.."

And others i could hash were "Ugly NIALL wtf... Niall why such a bitch?.... Your girlfriend or a slut .." .

Wow. I didn't expect getting to a victim of hate this fast.

"Niall.?" my voice told the fear i felt right now.

Niall threw it behind us and wanted to push me softly back by my shoulder. He brushed a few strands of hair out of my face and his clouded eyes looked worried at me.

"This will get better" his light rosé lips came closer but before they could touch mine i stood up abruptly.

"No. Sorry. No i can't" and then i rushed out, ran downstairs and without looking if Harry still sat there or not i left the apartment.