Fired By Styles

Rumors, rumors and more rumors

"Millie, do you-"

I looked up at Harry, my face soaked with tears, hair in a mess.

"What happ-" Harry started, before noticing the magazines and newspapers on my bed.

STYLES AND JOHNSON'S HOT DATE. LITERALLY. THANKS TO JOHNSON.

And below that headline was a picture of my mouth open in a gasp from the burn of the hot cup.

MILLIE JOHNSON. UNHAPPY WITH STYLES?

And below that headline was a picture of me frowning and rolling my eyes in the car outside Starbucks.

Totally out of context.

And that wasn't even the worst of it.

There were articles and reports, all accusing me of things I didn't do.

Did these people really have nothing better to do?

Were they really so desperate to the point of making up fake stories about people?

Like seriously, what did I ever do to them?

Why must they keep writing such hurtful things about me??

Thinking of all this, tears slowly started welling up in my swollen eyes, but was dried up with the soft touch of a hand.

"Don't cry," he whispered, as he slowly pulled me into a hug, and patted me on the back lightly.

And that's when I burst.

I just started crying my eyes out, head on his shoulder, and started blabbing on and on and on about those rumours.

I don't even know why I did what I did, I guess it was probably because how comfortable I felt around Harry, how I could be myself without a care in the world.

I felt so happy, so relaxed, so me.

And I didn't know why.

I've never felt so close to someone before, not to Sarah, not to any of my exes, not to anyone.

So, out of all the people I knew and had known for much longer, why did I feel especially good with only Harry?

It just didn't make sense.

I'd always thought of Harry as an idol, as a friend, and nothing more, really.

Could it be that my feelings for Harry had changed? 

Maybe I was falling-

No.

I can't, even if I wanted to, I just couldn't.

Harry probably didn't feel the same way about me, so even if I liked him like that, I would never stand a chance with him.

So I shouldn't even be wasting my time, liking him.

I quickly shook my head, as if I could shake those feelings of mine for him out and away.

It obviously didn't work, what with my heart hammering against my chest (again) when Harry stroked my hair softly.

"Its alright, push all these rumors aside. As long as you know in your heart they're not true, its good enough. You don't need to care about what others think of you, what matters most is what you think of yourself. Bear with it for the time being, okay? You'll soon get used to it, but before you do, just always know that there'll always be a shoulder here for you to cry on, an ear here for you to talk to. I'll be here for you, no matter what. Okay?"

Why did he have to be so sweet all the time??

He does know there are no cameras around, right?

"Thanks, Harry, I really appreciate it." I murmered softly, face still buried in his shoulder.

Pushing me gently off his shoulder and facing me, Harry suggested we go out tp the park for a walk to relax.

Desperate to breathe in the fresh air to clear my mind, I readily agreed.

Not surprisingly, outside Harry's house were hordes of reporters and fans.

Surprisingly, though, was what I saw reporters holding.

Pictures of me kissing my ex-boyfriend, Luke.

How did they even get those pictures???

I'd long deleted them from my phone, after I'd posted them on-

Oh.

"Millie! What do you have to say about cheating on Harry?!"

"Millie how could you??"

Damn it.

So much for relaxing.