It's Time

Chapter 21

Lara’s POV

My eyes open slowly, the room blurry before my eyes adjust to the familiar scene of my bedroom. I stretch my limbs my body feeling looser, I reach over to my bedside table and pick up my phone. I log into my twitter seeing if I had any notifications. I was confused to see that I had thousands of direct messages. I scroll through the messages shocked to what I was reading a tear slowly rolls down my cheek.

‘Lara was with Harry just for the fame!’

‘Ewww Harry could do so much better than that stupid girl from that tone deaf girl band’

‘Can Lara just go and die’

‘Why would Harry go for some slut like Lara?’

I scrolled through the endless amount hateful messages. The tears falling uncontrollably from my eyes. Their words hitting me hard. I didn’t even know these people, they hated me for just being spotted with Harry. I guess this is what Harry was worried about, I kept on scrolling through the comments, each one making me cry even more. I threw my phone across the room it hitting the wall with a loud bang. I bury myself underneath the covers my pillow becoming damp from my tears. The bedroom door swung open quickly.

“What’s going on?” Tealiah says worriedly, I ignore her and continue to sob. I feel the bed dip down beside me, Tealiah rubs my back comfortingly.

“What happened Lara?” Tealiah asks curiously, I push the blanket of my face and sit up so I was facing her.

“They hate me” I sob into my hands. “Who hates you?” Tealiah asks confused “Harry’s fans. Last night when we were out at the restaurant the paparazzi showed up and now Harry’s fans are telling me to die. I mean we aren’t even dating?” I explain my voice cracking, Tealiah engulfs my in a hug and I continue to cry into her shoulder.

“It’s going to be okay” Tealiah says rubbing circles on my back. “I will be back” Tealiah says leaving the room. I lay down on my back staring at the ceiling emotionlessly. I really like Harry but I just don’t think I could handle all his fans telling me to die every day. My phone rings obnoxiously from across the room “Argh” I groan and slide out of bed sniffling wiping away the damp tears from my eyes. I pick up phone examining it, No cracks, thank god.

‘Harry Styles is calling’ the screen reads. I try my hardest to compose myself I don’t need Harry worrying about this.

“Hey Lara” Harry says cheerily

“Hey” I try and mimic is happiness but fail, my voice seeming dull and tired.

“What’s the matter?” Harry asks genuinely worried. I try and find an excuse but nothing seemed believable so I awkwardly didn’t respond.

“Lara? Please answer me” Harry voice filled concern. I sniffle fresh tears began to fall thinking about the destroying words from his fans.

“It’s nothing important” I reply my voice cracking. “I’m coming over” Harry says hoarsely and before I could argue he hung up. I sigh and toss my phone across my bed and hang my head in my hands. What am I going to say to Harry, ‘Oh yeah your fans just called me a slut and told me to die… but I’m okay so how was your day?’ I really do like Harry and after the kiss last night I felt like we might have a chance. ‘Why does everything have to be so complicated?’ I bury my head in my pillow regretting our next conversation.

I hear someone knock on the front door downstairs and I could hear a murmur of voices downstairs. I’m hoping Tealiah didn’t let him in, I know I would have to speak to him sooner or later but I choose later.

*knock knock*

Someone gently knocked on my door, I cringe knowing exactly who it was. I kept my head in my pillow hoping he would just leave me alone but I knew he wouldn’t.

“Lara what happened?” Harry says sitting down on my bed beside me.

“nothing” I mutter through my pillow not wanting to face him

“Please look at me” Harry pleads his hand placed gently on my lower back. I slowly lift myself up and brush my long messy hair away from my face. Harry holds my hand his thumb rubbing the back of my hand gently.

“Tell me please?” Harry says his face showing concern and worriedness. “It’s not important” I say looking down I was trying to hold back the tears. “Lara it’s obviously important if your upset about it? Did I do something wrong?” “Fine…” I say giving into Harry’s convincing.

“Well your fans saw the photos from last night and they were saying some pretty horrible things” I say my voice cracking slightly, I’m trying my hardest from crying. I look at Harry’s face, his jaw clenched firmly and his lips pursed together, he was angry.

“What were they saying?” Harry asks seriously

“they said I should die” I say no longer being able to hold back my tears. Harry wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him. I cry into the shoulder of his black v-neck t shirt his presence making me feel comforted, his scent filling my senses.

“Its going to be okay. You just need to ignore them, I don’t love them I love you” Harry says. I’m completely shocked, did he just say he ‘loves’ me? I quickly raise my head from his shoulder and stare at him in utter shock.

“Did you just say you love me?” I ask him surprised. Harry licks his lips and a red shade forms on his cheeks. “Well yeah. Your beautiful and you bring out the best in me. Please don’t let the fans get to you, Please don’t leave” Harry never fails to astound me and it makes me sad that he would think I would just leave him just because of his fans. “You think I would leave?” I ask confused “well yeah, every other girl does” Harry replies looking at me innocently “Those girls aren’t me” I say kindly holding his hand he looks up to me a smile creeping upon his face.

“Thank you” Harry says in his husky British voice. Harry was right I shouldn’t let the fans get to me, and I won’t, all that matters is that Harry is by my side and I’m by his.