Night Changes

Chapter 7

Skylar POV

The next morning I woke up late. The sun was shining through my window. The warmth of my white covers on top off me was comfortable.

Last night Harry and I talked some more at that playground. We talked about everything and nothing. After that Harry brought me home and I went straight into bed, tired from everything we did.

I took my phone from my nightstand.

Eleven o'clock.

Could be worse. I unlock my phone and go on instagram. I scroll through my feed before I close histogram and go on twitter. I immediately see I have over a hundred mentions. What the ...?

I click on my mentions to see hundreds of tweets from girls I don't know.

Pictures of me and Harry.

Me and Harry at the club. Me and Harry walking hand in hand down the street. Pictures of when Harry hugged me at the playground. How do they even took all these pictures? We looked several times, but we didn't see anyone.
Shit shit shit. This was what I was trying to avoid.

After scrolling through some more photos I finally got myself out of bed to go downstairs and go make some breakfast. I walked down the stairs, still in utter confusion.

As soon as I walk in the kitchen I hear my mom's voice shouting at me.

"Where were you last night?!" she starts to shout.

"Have you seen all these pictures? You're all over the internet! Who's that Harry guy?"

"Mom!" I try to speak up but she doesn't let me.

"Do you know the consequences of this? You can say goodbye to your private life now!"

"Mom!" I try again, "I did not know he was this famous okay?! I just bumped into him at the grocery store because I had to do these stupid groceries for you! It's not my fault I met him! He just happened to be a really nice guy, how was I supposed to know he's a super famous pop star and his fans would follow him everywhere he goes".

"Well, I don't want you to see him anymore! He's not good for you!"

"Mom you don't even know him!"

"Skylar, I'm not saying this because I want to ruin your life, I'm saying this because I want to protect you and I know that however he may seem the best thing to you right now, in the end, he will only break your heart!" my mom says a little calmer now.

"Oh my god, that is so unfair! As if he would break my heart just because he's famous!"

"Oh and by the way, Harry is a really nice guy!"

And with that I storm out of the kitchen. I run up the stairs and into my room, making sure to slam the door really loudly behind me.

Once I'm in my room I don't bother any longer too hold back the tears that have been burning in my eyes this whole time. I slowly walk to my bed and fall right on it. I take one of my pillows, burying my face into it so that my crying won't be so loud.

I just lost it then and there. Tears pore out my eyes.

How can she speak like that about Harry? He is such a lovely and kind guy. He is really gentle, and he will never hurt me, ever. Not just me, but any girl, or any person in general. In the short time that I know Harry I got to know that he cares about every single human being on this earth and that there won't be a time that Harry would intent to hurt any of them. Just because he has all these crazy fans that might eventually ruin the private life of the people Harry hangs out with, doesn't mean he does. And even his fans don't do it to harm them. I mean, in the end, they only love their idol and that's why they're interested in everything they do. That they just happen to share that with everyone else in this world is social media's fault.