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USUALLY, the comments didn't bother Harley. But something about the ones today had all been vicious attacks on her body type made her cry harder than she had in two years. Being a model had always exposed her to that type of hate, but she had never received such hateful critics on her photos. She had been crying for around an hour by the time her phone started ringing.
Her sniffles subsided as she checked the caller ID, and she panicked slightly when she realized it was Chris. Nonetheless, Harley composed herself and hit the green accept button. "Hey love," She said as cheerily as she could. "Hi, sweetheart. How are you?" He said, his voice calm and collected so far. "I'm.. I'm good." She heard a little sigh on the other end from Chris and she shook her head, knowing he had to have seen the comments before she disabled them.
"No you're not," He said. "Yeah I am, Chris, really. It's no big deal I hear that all the time," She laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Doesn't mean you should have had to deal with it today. Or any day." "Seriously. I... I'm fine," Harley winced when her voice broke towards the end and she bit her lip. "Oh, Harley," Chris whispered. She broke then, the tears running down her face once more as she cried. "I'm sorry," She said between sobs.
"No, no, no, no. You have nothing to be sorry for, baby, why are you apologizing?" Chris asked, his heart breaking as he listened to her sobbing. "I-I should be used to it, I was a model, people said things about my body all the time! I don't know why I'm crying," She said, still whimpering with the same intensity. "It's not fair, baby. It's not and nobody deserves to be spoken to that way, it doesn't matter what body type they have, it doesn't matter. You're beautiful."
Harley cried harder at that, doing her best to wipe her eyes and stop the tears from cascading down her cheeks. "Please stop crying, sweetheart, what can I do? Tell me what I can do," Chris pleaded, the girl on the other side of the phone making him want to cry himself. "I-I don't know." He sighed and shook his head, hating the fact she was dealing with this alone.
Suddenly, he had an idea. "Harley, baby, can you do me a favor?" He asked gently. "Oh-Okay..." She answered, hiccuping between syllables. "Order some of your favorite food, start a bubble bath, light some candles, turn on your favorite movie. Turn off the phone. Do anything you have to to distract yourself okay, sweetheart? Can you do that for me?"
"Yeah. I can do that," She breathed in and out, the sobs growing smaller. "Good. I'll talk to you later okay, honey?" Chris asked. "Okay. Thank you, Chris." "Anytime." But, Harley didn't know that later would mean six hours later, at her penthouse in New York City.
