closer // harry styles

Chapter 25

Chapter 25

I woke up Friday morning, sighing. The boys were leaving in two days for the tour. Everything has been going pretty well, though, besides that. Work is great, and everyone is so supportive of me and my job. The hate has mostly stopped, except for the occasional ones which are pretty bad. I rolled over, and picked up my phone from the bedside table. I logged onto twitter, and scrolled through some of my comments. Some people have finally come to their senses, and now they say things like, 'hariana forever, I love you guys!' or 'you're so pretty and you and harry make an amazing couple.' Those comments make me happy, but some people are still sending bad things like this one for example:

'ugly whore kill yourself, poor harry i just feel terrible he deserves so much better...'

This made me get a little teary eyed. I tried bushing it off, but failed. 

C'mon Ariana it's just another stupid and rude comment. I tried telling myself. My door burst open, and I met those beautiful green eyes again.

"Hey love I-" He stopped talking when he looked at me. "What happened?" He asked, coming to sit down on my bed.

"Nothing." I lied, wiping a stray tear from my cheek. Harry took my phone before I could protest, and read the comment.

"Nothing is a lie. But how many times have I told you to ignore things like this?" He asked.

"Too many." I sighed.

"Right. Which is why I am confiscating your phone."

"No, you can't do that!" I protested, reaching for my phone.

"Watch me." He smiled, and started walking out of my room.

"Harry stop!" I yelled, running after him.

"No. This hate is-"

"Harry this isn't about the hate!" I yelled.

"Then what is it about?" He asked.

"Nothing." I said quietly. "Just please give me my phone back." 

"Ariana, I can tell by the look on your face that something's wrong." He observed, taking a step closer to me.

'Nothing's wrong, just please give me-"

"Ariana I'm not leaving or giving you your phone back until you tell me what's going on." He shrugged, crossing his arms. 

"Fine." I sighed, sitting back down on my bed. "It's Alex." I plainly said, not looking at him.

"Care to elaborate?" He asked, sitting next to me.

"Alex has... Alex has been calling and texting me. That's the only way he wants to communicate now, and I don't know why." I said, trying to hold back the tears.

"What does he talk about?" Harry asked.

"Everything... he- he wants me to-" I stopped talking when my phone buzzed and I tried to grab it from Harry, but he was already reading the text.

"What does it say? Who's it from?" I asked.

"Who do you think?" He snapped, I think a little more tone in his voice then intended. "It's Alex." He said, calming down a little. 

"Please give me that, I have to go to work." I said, remembering it was Friday.

"You've been meeting him?" Harry asked.

"Yes." I said, snatching my phone and walking in the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair.

"Where?  Why? When?" He asked, leaning on the door frame of the bathroom and crossing his arms.