Ready or Not

Twitter Bitches

I've never been the passenger of a private jet until today. There were two suede sofas in a light beige color, and three matching recliners. The coffee table looked to be solid oak, and so did the end tables. There was also a plasma television mounted on the wall that separated the bedroom and the main room.

The bedroom was just as nice as the main room, even though it was smaller. There was a queen sized bed with cream colored sheets and matching blanket. Two of the beige recliners were on the opposing wall with a small table between them. On the wall that separated the two rooms were different sized storage spaces.

The door on the far end of the bedroom lead into a bathroom that was even smaller than the bedroom. There was a porcelain toilet, and across from it was a marble sink and a mirror. Taking up the last little bit of space in the bathroom was a large walk-in shower with glass doors.

After I looked around and became familiar with everything, I took a seat in one of the recliners in the main room. I grabbed the remote and switched the television on. It was set on the entertainment news channel, and the very first thing I saw was a snapshot of Harry and I as we exited the church earlier today, hand in hand. What amazed me was how fast those photographs made the news.

I listened to the host of the show talk, and I was stunned at what she was saying. "Harry Styles fans are ready for war after hearing the news that he tied the knot with his childhood friend, Graecyn Anthony, today. We took to Twitter and Facebook and found not only rude and derogatory comments, but also threats from outraged fans."

I couldn't listen anymore, so I turned the television off. I didn't want to believe her, but I had to check. Immediately, I grabbed my phone and brought up my Twitter account. There waiting for me were the most hateful words ever said to me.

"You should go kill yourself, whore. Harry isn't in love with you!" said harrysluvr14.

"What a shame. Harry deserves someone much prettier than that!" said made4harry1D.

"Doesn't that bitch have better things to do than fuck around with my man?" said kissmestyles.

"I swear, if that ugly loser lays one finger on Harry, she better sleep with one eye open!" said mrsstyles4evaa.

My personal favorite happened to be this one.

"I went to high school with Graecyn, and she's nothing but trash. She slept with any guy that would have her. What a slut!" said CaseyMaeStyles.

Yes, I went to high school with Casey, but none of those things are true. Casey was the easy one, not me. I was choking back tears when Harry shut the door to the cockpit. "We'll be taking off in a few," he said. I couldn't do anything but sit there staring at my phone. I felt his hand on my shoulder, as he asked, "What's wrong?" He must have seen the awful lies on my phone because he ripped it from my hands.

The tears fell out of my eyes like water busting through a dam, and Harry pulled me into his arms. "Graecyn, don't listen to them. Their comments mean nothing," he said. My heart felt like it was in my throat, and I felt breathless. Why would those people say such hurtful things? They don't even know me!

Running his hands through my hair, Harry said, "I'm sorry." I took a deep breath and broke free of Harry's grip to wipe the tears from my eyes.

"Don't be," I said. "It's not your fault."

"Yes it is. I should never have asked you to do this," he said. Maybe I had made a mistake by saying yes, but I'll be damned if I'm going to let some jealous fans control me.

"I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to marry you," I said. Harry smiled and asked,

"Why did you agree to this?" He probably already knew the reason, but I didn't want to take a chance and say something I'd end up regretting. So, I simply stated,

"It was for Des." As I walked into the bedroom, Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him. With his face merely inches from mine, my heart raced. Giving me the cockiest grin I've ever seen, Harry asked,

"Was it really?" I pushed him playfully and said,

"Yes." This time, he let me go when I walked away.

I got a quick shower, and laid in bed looking up at the ceiling. What if Harry knew that I loved him, and he was just playing with my emotions? I would go completely insane. Hopefully, that's not the case.