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25. Tweets could kill.

Caitlyn's POV.

I heard voices, crap. I haven't heard my alarm yet so I know it's early. Someone switch the tv on and I slowly fluttered on of my eye. I looked over the couch and saw Liam and Harry. Urgh, what are they doing here? They have their separate rooms anyway.

I reached up for Niall and he's not at the bed, no strong arms wrapped around me. Where the hell is he?

I looked up the ceiling and heard the bathroom door's creaked. "Morning baby, I just wee." Niall sat on the bed and I reached up for him, I put my head on his lap. Note, he was only wearing boxers. His furry thigh tickles my ear.

"You woke up so early?" I looked at him while slowly blinking. My voice was kinda raspy.

"Um, your alarm woke me up an hour ago so I turn it off." He chuckled while stroking my hair. I reached up for my phone and yup, he's right. I set my alarm at 10:00 but I woke up at 11:16. Great, I'm such a heavy sleeper.

"What are they doing here by the way?" I asked Niall as I pointed to the two idiots on the couch.

"They're doing a twitcam." I looked closely and there's a laptop on the table. They're both weaving their hands up in the screen.

"Oh, look! Look who's awake! Mr. Niall, come over here!" Liam chuckled as he looked at Niall and mouthed 'come on'. Liam knows that Niall was upset with the fans so he's trying his best for them to reconcile.

Niall rolled his eyes and shook his head, I can see that he was avoiding the fans after the incident. I smack his stomach.

"Go on, Niall." I whispered-yell. He didn't respond instead, he looked at buildings through the glass window and mumbled, "Fine."

"Then go." I remove my head from his lap and sat, crossing my leg.

"I'm only doing this for you. I'll talk to them and if they can't deal with me and if they keep on sending you a hate, I'm so sorry for them." He stand up from the bed and slowly walked to the couch. This situation is killing me, if the fans didn't like me, then they don't. Niall should accept it and I'm not cutting myself anymore so he doesn't need to worry.

I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, since Niall was busy doing a twitcam, I decided to log my twitter in and went directly to his account.

Upset, dissapointed and done.

Three days ago. He tweeted it three days ago and he didn't tweet anything yet since that day.

I tap the star sign beside the 'favorite' and it becomes orange. My phone vibrated repeatedly and saw bunch of tweet, mentions. Shit. They're all asked where and how is Niall. They're all worried about their idol, of course. Even though I'm still dissappointed with them, I still decided to tweet.

@NiallOfficial is okay, don't worry about him .x

They quickly responded. I scroll down continuesly and a very short fucking tweet caught my attention.

You're ugly, bitch.

Good, I was trying to look like you today. :) x

I tweeted back. Niall told me to stand up for myself. Well, that's what I'm doing. I don't know why the hell I cut the shit out of my wrists, I mean, I really can stand up from myself, yeah? Being sassy will burn them.

Can you please join Liam's twitcam? I wanna see you moving, not just blurred pictures and shadows. And your icon is not you.

This question caught me up too, so I decided to replied,