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Chapter 10

"I told you to stand up because people were gonna get the wrong idea. But nooo, no one ever wants to listen to Tatum." I paced back and forth across Harry's bedroom. I was furious, confused, and scared. Harry and I were going to try an keep our relationship as secretive as possible, but that obviously was out of the equation now.

Harry approached me as I ran my hand through my hair, "Calm down," He wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me closer to him. I rested my head against his shoulder as he cooed into my ear, "We'll figure something out."

"Promise?" I stared up into his emerald pupils.

He hesitantly nodded his head. I didn't know how he planned on fixing this, but I needed to trust him. I have to trust him. I stepped out of his grip before taking a seat on his bed, and tugging my legs against my chest. Harry sighed before walking over to the bed and kneeling before me. "Don't you trust me?" He questioned, cupping my face into his hands.

"It's not that I don't trust you..."

"Then what is it?" He inquired, reaching over to brush a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I don't know." He pulled me up off the bed and into his arms, and soothingly rubbed my back.

Saying I was scared would be a huge understatement. I wasn't ready for any attention to be brought to me quite yet. And if Katie and Hannah can hate me so much for my relationship with the boys, imagine how the rest of the fandom would feel. I didn't even want to think about the hate that I knew was going to come. But at least I'm not going into this blindsided, I know what's bond to happen. But I was still really indecisive on whether or not I was up for the challenges I was soon going to have to face.

"We've got bad news." Louis marched into the bedroom.

Harry clenched his fist at his side, "KNOCK ON THE FUCKING DOOR BEFORE ENTERING. It's not that hard, damn it!"

"Get your panties out of a bunch and come down stairs." Louis retaliated before skipping out of the room. Harry and I shared an intense glare before following him down the staircase.

"Look at this." Zayn scooted a laptop across the table. Harry picked it up and read whatever was on the screen. He shielded the laptop from my view and I furrowed my eye brows in confusion. What did it say?

"This is such bullshit." He angrily shouted, throwing the computer onto the couch.

"What does it say?" I began to walk over to where the laptop lay. Harry's arm gripped my wrist to stop me.

"You don't want to do that."

Snatching my arm away from him, I picked up the computer and began to read the screen. My eyes widen at all the rude comments people were saying about me on the picture of Harry and I. I cupped my hand over my mouth as the tears began to spill down my face.

How could people that claim they love Harry so much, be so cruel to who he chooses to be with? I understand that they wish it were them, but they wouldn't want to receive hate for simply being with someone that makes them happy. The tears wouldn't stop rolling down my face as I read the remaining comments. I don't understand why Harry is even dating her. She's not even that pretty. He could do so much better. One of many rude remarks read.

"Okay, I think you've seen enough." Harry took the laptop from me and placing it on the coffee table. He embraced me in his arms and cried into his chest, leaving tear stains all over his white t-shirt. "Shh, baby." He soothingly rubbed my back, whispering into my ear. Nothing he could say would ever make me feel any better.

"Thanks for telling us guys." Harry told the boys genuinely before leading me up the stairs.

As he laid me down on the bed, I felt the bed dip as he climbed in next to me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. Harry wiped the stray tears that occasionally fell down my face. "Smile." He softly spoke.