Dreaming With A Broken Heart - (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 11

It’s been two days since the radio fiasco, but those three words keep running through my mind. Directioners hate Victoria! I’ve made the mistake to log into Twitter a few times, each time there is even more hate directed towards me. “They hate me,” I tell Harry, who is sitting next to me on his bed and watching me scroll through my tweets.

“Victoria, please stop doing this to yourself,” he pleads.

“Why do they hate me?” I ignore him and continue scrolling through my interactions. “What did I do to them? I was one of them.”

“Babe, they do this to the other girls too. Dani, El, and Perrie, have all gone through it. Our fans are overly protective.”

“Yeah, I’ve sat behind my computer many nights and watched as the three of them got bashed. I never expected that it would happen to me. I mean, I was one of those hardcore fans, but I never hated any of the girls. I guess that I just thought they’d have my back,” I say as a tear slides down my cheek.

Harry pulls me into him and wraps his arms around me. I put my face against his gray sweater, losing the fight against my tears. “I don’t know what to do,” he sighs.

“There’s nothing you can do, Harry.”

“I can’t stand to see you this way. Please don’t let them get to you,” he replies, stroking my hair. 

I break away from his arms and set my phone down on his bed. “Fine,” I sigh, giving him a quick kiss. “Do you still want me to go to the studio with you?”

“I would love for you to come with me but only if you want to,” he says, intertwining his fingers in mine.

“I do want to. I can’t hide forever. Plus, I’ve already asked for the week off from work.”

“Okay. If you’re sure,” he says, bringing my hand up to his lips and kissing it.

“I am,” I smile. “I do need to go to my apartment and change before we go.”

“No need to.”

“Why?” I ask suspiciously.

“Katherine dropped off some stuff for you,” he grins.

“When did she do that?”

“I called her when you fell asleep earlier and she came by about an hour later. You were still asleep, and we didn’t want to wake you.”

“Oh, okay. Where’s my bag at?”

“It’s just inside the closet.”

I stand up and walk to Harry’s closet to retrieve my bag. I find it easily but I realize there’s another bag right beside it. I pick it up and hold out towards Harry. “What’s this?” I ask, looking at the bag in my hand.

“Oh, that’s for later.”

“What’s later?”

“Well, I was hoping that you’d go with me to Ed’s party.”

“Of course I will. Can I look in it?” I ask, giving Harry puppy dog eyes.

“Not now,” he grins. 

“Why not?” I plead.

“It’s a surprise.”

“Fine,” I give up and set the bag back in the closet. “I’m going to get ready.”

“Okay, I’ll go get dressed in the guest bedroom. You can get ready in here.”

I watch him as he leaves the room and then turn my attention to the bag that Katherine had packed for me. I pull all of the items out of the bag and spread them on the bed. Pajamas, jeans, socks, a tee shirt, a peach colored blouse, boots, Converse, panties, a white tank top, toothbrush, hairbrush, my makeup bag, and a plastic grocery bag. I untie the plastic bag and peer inside curiously. I feel my cheeks fill with warmth and immediately tie the bag back up and shove it into my bag. What was Katherine thinking? The bag enclosed a set of lingerie with tags still attached. I started to giggle at this. This has to be a joke. I grab my phone and send a text message to my best friend, questioning her about the items, and turn my attention back to the clothes on Harry’s bed. I grabbed the tank top, jeans, the blouse, socks, and boots, and throw the other clothing back into the bag. I put on everything but the boots and walk over to the mirror, setting my makeup down on the table underneath it. I braid my hair to the side and put on my makeup before retreating to the bathroom to brush my teeth. “I’m ready,” I state as I walk into the living room.