Stuck : A One Direction Fan Fiction

Part 34

Part 34

As soon as I get home I change into my baggy sweatpants and a T-shirt.  I grab my laptop and hop into bed.  I flip the laptop open and while I’m waiting for it to boot up I look at my phone. Seven missed calls and 15 unread text messages.  I hope it’s people telling me Merry Christmas.  Then I see the messages from various friends:

‘What have you done?’

‘Call me.’

‘Where are you?’

‘Have you seen the Internet?’

‘Why aren’t you answering?’

‘Call me’

‘You’re in trouble.’

‘Is it true what they’re saying?’

‘Answer your phone!’

I wonder to myself what in the world is everyone talking about? Unless there are pictures of me from last night.  I haven’t even thought about that until right now.  I have to get in touch with Harry.  Well, first I have to see what is out there.  

After what seems like an eternity my laptop boots up and I go right to twitter.  All of my mentions are hate filled.  They’re saying I cheated on Harry and there are pictures and video of me.  I know I didn’t cheat.  I scroll and scroll and scroll and scroll until I see a link to a picture.  It’s Gianni and I and our faces are close together and the caption says ‘Harry Styles’s girlfriend kissing mystery man.’ We aren’t kissing!  The music was loud and we’re leaned in and talking.

I quickly grab my phone and call Harry.  My heart is pounding out of my chest.  What if he believes what they’re all saying? He finally picks up, “Hi.”

I can’t tell if he’s mad or not.  I don’t even know if he’s seen the picture.  “I don’t know if you’ve seen the…”

“I’ve seen it,” he snaps.

“I know this sounds cliche but it’s not what looks like.” I am trying not to lose it but I’m afraid this will be the end of us and I wouldn’t even think of hurting him.

“You were obviously smashed.  You didn’t know what you were doing.”

“But I didn’t do anything.  We were just talking.  The angle of the picture is all wrong.  The music was so loud.” Tears are starting to flow and I take a deep breath.

“I want to trust you,” he says slowly, almost as if he is hesitating to speak each word as they leave his lips.

“He’s gay, Harry!” I blurt out. 

“What?” he asks, almost sounding relieved. 

“He has a boyfriend and everything.  Even if I wanted to kiss him, which I don’t, I wouldn’t.  He’s gay.”

There is a silence for what seems like 5 minutes but I’m sure in reality is only a few seconds.  I’m waiting on his reaction.  All of a sudden he bursts out laughing.  “Thank god!”

I join in on the laughter.  “I did get totally wasted last night but I promise I didn’t go around trying to convert gay guys.” He is still laughing and it makes me smile.

“I’m sorry I doubted you.  I should have known better.  I feel stupid.”

“You can trust me, I swear.  I may have gotten a little too frisky with a broom but nothing more.”

He laughs. “I saw the video.”

“Oh no, there’s video?  Don’t worry, I won’t be drinking ever again.” I keep scrolling through twitter and I wonder how we are going to clear up this mess.  If they didn’t hate me before they do now.  I feel bad that Harry will have to try to defend me and he shouldn’t have to do that.  I want to tell them I would never do anything to hurt him but I know they won’t believe me.  I just shut down the laptop and put it down.

“I know you’re worrying but don’t worry.  I’ll take care of it.  I’ll try to.”

“I don’t care what they think as long as you know the truth.  I do admit I don’t remember much from last night but Gianni has stories to tell.  I’m lucky he was there.  He said I was asking people to touch my bum but he made sure that didn’t happen.”

“Oh really?” he says through a laugh, “bum?”

“Yeah bum.”

“Bum,”he repeats,”You turning British?”

“I’ve picked up a few things.”

“Don’t pick up too much.  I like your American accent.”

“I’ll try not to.  Thank you for being so understanding.”

“You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“I know I am.  I love you too.”