Versace

Chapter 63

Kally's P.O.V
~The next day~

Harry and I were at Starbucks at the moment, just waiting in line.

"You know what I want, right?" I ask.

"Of course." Harry smiles.

"Then what is it?" I giggle.

"A peppermint mocha, and a chicken BLT salad sandwich!" Harry smiles.

"Ooh, look who's been doing their homework." I smirk.

Harry takes our order, and then I say, "I'm going to go to the bathroom." Harry says a quick okay, and then I go to the bathroom.

When I enter, there's a lot of girls in there and as soon as they see me, it gets quiet. They obviously know who I am. I smile, and go into a stall. I hear the girls snickering and calling me a whore, and a slut, and an attention whore, all of the above. I walk out, and they stop talking again.

"H-Hi." I say. Why did I do that?

"Go away whore! We don't want to talk to girls like you." A girl says, looking me up and down.

"What do you mean girls like me?" I ask.

"Girls like you who think they're all that, but they're not, they're stupid and think the whole world revolves around them. They use their boyfriends, grind on other guys every single night. Harry doesn't love you. Why can't you understand that? Nobody wants you. Especially girls that self harm like psychopaths." Another girl says.

"I haven't cut in awhile, and I'm not a psychopath or any other of those things!" I say.

"Oh yeah? I bet you cut yourself last night you weak little whore!" Another girl says, then tries to pull up my sleeves.

"Stop!" I yelp.

"Awe! Does the baby want us to stop?" One girl says.

"And oh! Is this Harry's sweater? Better take this! Don't want you giving him Ebola." One smirks.

"Just leave me alone." I whisper, washing my hands.

I dry my hands, and I open the door when all the girls chime, "Bye whore!" And then I walk out.

Harry's P.O.V

Kally finally walks out of the bathroom.

"What took you so long?" I ask.

"N-Nothing." She looks scared, and like she's about to cry, but I shrug it off.

"Okay." I say.

"Uh, is the food ready?" She asks.

"Not yet." I say.

Kally sighs heavily, and I frown.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing." Kally whispers.

"No, tell me what's wrong." I say.

"These girls were making fun of me in the bathroom." She whispers.

"Who?" I ask.

"Them." She nods over to the group of teenage girls giggling.

I start to walk over to them, but Kally stops me.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

"I'm going to go talk to them." I say.

"N-No you can't, i-it'll just make things worse." She says.

"Kally, you're my girl, and nobody is going to talk about you like that. Nobody."

And with that, Kally let's me go talk to the girls. When I reach their table, the girls gasp and shriek.

"Hi Harry!" A girl says.

"I love you, Harry!" One squeals.

"I love the new album, Harry!" Another says.

Instead I don't say anything. I just say, "Why were you all making fun of my wife?" They all stop fangirling.

"What?" A girl asks.

"Why were you all making fun of my wife?" I say more sternly.

"We weren't.." One whispers.

"Don't lie." I say.

They all sigh, and don't say anything.

"Kally come here!" I say to Kally.

She walks over.

"You're going to sit here and apologize. I don't care how much it hurts." I say.

"We're not sorry. You're a whore no matter what." A girl says, and the others laugh.

"What? Do you think that's funny? You know what? You guys aren't true fans at all! You're all very nasty people, and you all should be ashamed of yourselves!" I say.

They're all quiet.

"There, I think I made my point. Come on, Kally. Let's go." I say, and grab Kally's waist, and leave.

Kally's P.O.V

"Kally's a whore!"

"I wish she would go die!"

"Kill yourself whore! Nobody wants you here especially Harry!"

"Harry never loved you. He just felt bad for you!"

"You're ugly, fat, stupid, an attention whore, worthless, and stuck up!"

"Please go die. I beg of you!"

"Harry loves Louis, not you!"

All of those comments were from a fan. Why do people hate me so much? What did I do to deserve all of this? And then I scroll down some more to see:

"Block me if you don't like what I'm saying about Kally! I don't care! The stupid whore deserves it!"

And then right after, she takes a picture of Harry blocking her with the caption of: WHAT?!?!?!"

She asked for it. It makes me want to laugh.

Harry soon comes upstairs, and I smile.

"You blocked that girl just for me?" I ask.

"Of course! I didn't like how she was talking about you. Besides, she kind of asked for it." Harry says.

"Yeah, thank you, though. You're the best!" I smile.

"Anything for my Kitten." Harry smiles, then walks over and pecks my lips.

"I love you.." Harry says when we pull away.

"I love you, too." I smile.

"I decided to take a selfie!" I say.

"Cool! Can I see?" Harry asks.

"Yeah, I posted it, and everything." I say.

I show Harry the picture, and he smiles.

"My princess is so beautiful." Harry smiles.

"Stop!" I blush.

Harry chuckles, kisses my cheek, and then goes back downstairs with the words my princess is beautiful echoing through my head...

ISN'T KALLY BEAUTIFUL?! ASFHFGGHUJFTDRARDHG 💕