Loving #199

Vacation Pt. 2

We've been here for five days, and I love it so much. Travis is being exceptionally sweet as if that was possible! Not to toot my own horn but we're kind of perfect together. Today, the Nitro Crew is coming out to stay for a week with us! We call it Nitro Vacation.

I took a shower and picked out my black bikini that had cream colored racer back crotchet for the straps and some on the bottoms. I put on a crotchet tank top over it and a pair of ripped up short shorts. I left Travis to sleep in, this was really his only time to relax without injuring himself. It was still early, so I decided to clean up the house a little, do his laundry and cook breakfast. I went back into his room to check on him, he was sleeping so soundly, he looked so happy and comfy I didn't want to disturb him. I walked over to him and kissed his forehead, lightly running my fingers through his curly hair.

"I love you." I whispered while smiling down at his precious face.

I was checking my phone as I waited for the food to cook, it had SO many notifications and I had no idea why...Until I opened the comments on twitter and instagram. My heart sunk. It was what I'd feared the most about mine and Trav's relationship. The hate mail. So many people commented and tweeted me such horrible things!

'@HBrackins- I can't believe he hooked up with a little girl like you! Way to Rob the cradle Pastrana!'

'He could've done Wayyyyyy better than Ken's niece, I mean seriously? They only hooked up because she's just desperate for fame.'

'Nobody likes you, Harley. Just saying, you're not cute. So quit acting.'

'Yeah um, Travis have you seen her YouTube videos??? Bitch CANT SING!'

I couldn't believe all of it! It made me mad, and hurt, and sad all at the same time. A few tears streamed down my face and I wiped them away quickly, getting up to get the bacon. I felt a pair of hands go from my shoulders, down around my waist and squeeze tightly. I tried to smile, I tried to act like nothing happened.

"Oh goodmorning!" I said and spun around.

"Why are you crying?" Travis asked me seriously as he turned off the stovetop with the bacon on it.

"I'm not." I pretended to smile again.

"Don't lie to me Harley, you're a bad liar. What'd your phone say that upset you?" he asked with his hands holding mine.

"It's just..." I sighed,

"People... Saying really...really mean stuff about me. About us." I admitted.

"Like what Harley?" Travis asked, now more concerned that it made me cry.

"This." I said and handed him my phone from the table.

He read through all of the nasty messages and I could see the anger burn up in his eyes as he kept scrolling.

Travis pulled out his phone and began typing away furiously.

"Trav what are you-" I said but was cut off by my phone vibrating.

I picked it up while looking at him suspiciously.

'Travispastrana mentioned you in a comment.' the notification said.

I opened it to see him leaving a comment and tagging allllllll of those people in it on instagram.

'First of all, Harley doesn't deserve ANY hate. She hasn't done anything to you people except be happy, WITH ME. You don't know her or me personally and you sure as HELL don't know us! So WHAT she's six years younger than me! She's of age! And BY THE WAY, my girl is fucking adorable. Thanks, TP.'