I'm Sorry.

Chapter 17

There were quite a few people wondering around the set each looking very busy. They had 5 chairs laid out 3 behind 2 and a red backdrop with the One Direction logo splattered all over it. They also had one big camera facing the chairs head on and a few smaller cameras dotted around the side. The interviewers chair was big almost throne like for some reason, this guy fancies himself as a bit of a Jack-the-lad for sure, right? The lighting was quite bright and there were different coloured lights beaming around the chairs this was a really thought about design set up.

" Can I help you ladies?" A man asked us.

" We are looking for a place to sit." Gemma said.

" Who are you?" He voiced, placing one hand on his hip. He wasn't sassy like Louis. I was a little shocked that he didn't recognise Gemma as Harry's sister, I wasn't fussed about him not recognising me, I liked it that way a sort of incognito approach.

" I am Harry's sister and she is his girlfriend." Gemma said raising her eyebrows.

" Oh, sorry I didn't realise. I'll get you some chairs." He replied.

" Well need a few, there are more of us in there." Gemma added pointing to the hair and makeup studio. The man nodded and rushed away.

" How did he not recognise me! I'm upset now." Gemma expressed pretending to cry, so I went along with it jokingly giving a little laugh. The man retuned quickly with director type foldable chairs and we both took a few each opened them up and sat on a chair next to each other at the back of the room away from all the fuss.

Gemma's phone started to ring so she excused herself and walked around the studio so I was just sat on my own. I got out my phone still ignoring the texts and opened up twitter. I thought about wether I should open my notifications or not. I sat there for a few minutes looking around the set wondering what to do. I then decided to open them. What was I thinking. I was really scared.

I got past all the 'people who followed me' notifications and I kept scrolling. Soon I entered peoples tweets to me and I closed my eyes and prepared myself for them. I saw a few that were complimenting me on my looks and hair etc and loads were favouriting a fan drawing I did of Harry. Then I saw the tweets I was dreading. The hate tweets.

Girls were telling me to stay clear of Harry and that I was to young to know what I was getting into. Some were saying I was ugly and Harry was taking pity on me. Others were guessing how long we would stay together and most just sent me the word 'Larry' over and over again. My mouth went dry and I felt a lump in my throat as I scrolled through the mix of good and hate tweets. I knew it wasn't a good idea I just successfully made myself depressed.

I put my hand over my mouth and gave a faint squeal when some girls brought up some really old tweets that I had posted and took the Micky out of them and sent me pictures of Harry with his previous girlfriends. I also saw tweets addressing what the magazines said about me, some sympathising and some mocking me. I wasn't going to respond to any of the hate because I knew I was going to get some. I really wanted to smash up my phone and un-see the tweets but I couldn't, a sick, horrified, curious part of me wanted me to continue looking at the tweets prolonging my pain. Strike 1.

Suddenly a hand reached down over my head and grabbed my phone. It was Eleanor. She rushed towards the door and I jumped out of my seat causing it to fall over and followed her quickly. The people on set looked on at me and El rushing away.

" Eleanor! El! What are you doing!?" I said trying to keep my composure. She ignored me and continued walking outside the building with my phone. She sped walked round the corner and into a small secluded bit of land where she finally stopped.

" What's this!?" She said holding out my phone showing me the hate tweets.

" I...I...I don't know." I stammered, looking towards the ground.

" I'll tell you what it is, it's the haters. I watched you open up your notifications and scroll down the tweets, I wanted to stop you then but I thought you were looking for something in particular." She stated.

" Why did you take my phone?" I asked with my eyes welling up with tears.

" I took your phone Anna because I need to show you what to discard and ignore. The haters will never go away and that's something you and I realise. They will sit there and type things unimaginable, things you wouldn't dream of saying but you have to knock it off. They will call you names and drag you down but you have to shrug it off. They will consistently say things that will take you to the boiling point and make fun of you for things you didn't realise you have done, but you have to laugh it off. It's a cruel world out there and I can't protect you from it. I experienced this too and on a smaller inconsistent rate I am still experiencing it. It took me to the edge and believe me I fell but someone always caught me Anna, somebody was always there. We can't focus on this we need to focus on the positive things. Those people that take time out of their lives to compliment or say kind things to you. I'm sure you have thousands of those on here. Those are the people that will catch you. Those are the people you can allow in your life. I'll be here for you, so will Harry, Gemma and Louis just everyone will be here for you! Trust me when I say this Anna, the people that catch you, they are the ones that will catch you over and over again. I am proud to be one of those people Anna. We will get through this together. Everyone will be behind you and you have nothing to worry about." El said holding my shoulders and wiping away tears that fell down my cheeks.

I pulled her into a hug and she held me so tight that I didn't want the hug to end. No words came out of my mouth only action.

Thank you Eleanor Calder I thought, thank you.