It is Complicated (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER 46

“How do you take all of these?” I asked without realizing that I’m sobbing more than I know. He just shrugged taking off the device from me but I stopped him as soon as photos of us appeared. I cleared my blurred vision and bring my face to the screen. It hurts my eyes though.

“What the…” I gasped.

This is unbelievable. Different issues thrown at him and on me. Hate. Different kinds of hate and different weights. I don’t know why this hurts so much when I have experienced the worst or so I thought.

Maybe it is because it was thrown at him because of me. That makes everything worse. I cannot. I can’t bear the fact that I am doing nothing about this. He doesn’t deserve this, neither did I. But I would be more than willing to take it all than to see pang in his eyes just because of all these bullshit.

“Stop reading.” He said sternly with a very low voice.

My eyes were left hanging where the screen was. I blinked many times before finally looking at him, his eyes on the same very screen.

I just stared at him and I know he’s fully aware because his cheeks start to spread redness all over his pale slightly pimple-scared cheeks. Oh how teenage hormones ruined my angel. But no, it makes him look so perfect to me, still.

I sighed and rested my back on the bed side, closing my both eyes.

“Hey,” He pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arm around my slumped shoulders. “Don’t be upset,” He smiled. “Not everyone is against us.” He pointed something on the screen and I just pouted. “@harrystyles makes us happy, so let him be happy with @CharisLynnNM with three different hearts.” He read and so I just stared at him. “Here, there’s another one. ‘So glad to see harry smiling that way, his eyes shining down at her. Aren’t they the perf couple?’” He clicked the retweet button and replied to who ever that is. “What are you doing?” I asked him almost whispering. “Tweeting back?!”

“I mean, what are you gonna…”

“Babe, I’m okay. Okay? I’m more worried about you, I’ll just have to let these people know that I’m reading right now so they would stop sending you hate…”

I nodded in understanding; I don’t want to push things. We just made up last night for christ sake.

After he sent his tweet back, I told him that he should follow that fan. He stopped me from reaching the pad to click that account and to follow that kind fan. I pleaded because his face is so funny while explaining that this would make their whole fandom tweet him like hundred more times than before. Plus, how fans would give comments about us just for a follow. I frowned because that is definitely true but, one follow to a kind fan that made our day wouldn’t hurt right? When he heard that, that fan made my day, he didn’t hesitate to follow her or maybe him, I have no idea. And that is really so sweet of him to respond so quickly without doubt when its about making me happy. What more could I ask for? I’ve got the sweetest guy holding me tight in a breezy morning just to keep my body warm as well as my frozen heart for almost a year. I hope the fear of losing him won’t stop me from being happy with him. That feeling isn’t necessary because I believe him, that he would stay by my side longer than I could ever imagine. He is Harry anyway. The soft-hearted lover. My soft-hearted lover. That sounds so weird but yes, he is definitely my lover right?

I told him that I needed to find a gift for mum before meeting her later today. I thought of buying it myself but he insisted to go with me instead of going to the gym. He said he’ll have all his time for that on tour.

“But I have to change clothes, Harry. I can’t wear…”

“You’ll run out of time...”