No judgement

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I walked into the private box at the top of the crowd. I don't have to be at the stage for another 30 minutes, so I came to see Louis and Eleanor. "He truly is one of the greatest proformers of all time. You will have such a great time." I said to them, they obvioulsy knew that. Everyone does but I just wanted to see his reaction.

"He is." Louis said, agreeing with me. I smiled at him. I sat down and watch the crowd take their seats.

"Okay well enjoy the show, I have some pictures to take." I said walking to the door. Grabbing the handle.

"See you soon." Eleanor said. I nodded my head to her.

"See you soon." I said back to her. I walked out of the door and to the stage. Walking through the crowd, showing the security my badge. I walked over to my spot and I could see Harry from where I was standing. He was looking at me.

"He's up there, ready to see his most favorite person perform." I mouthed to him. He smiled, and then looked directly up at where Louis is. Harry looked back at me. I smiled at him.

Once it was time for him to go one, everything went dark and the intro to "sign of the times" came on. Making the crowd scream. I grabbed my camera. Taking every shot of him I could get. The camera's will never do this man any justice. He truly is beautiful, especially now. He is so happy, he is glowing.

I got a picture of him looking directly up at Louis. I know exactly what I am going to caption it.

In a crowd full of people, your face is the only one I see. April 10,2018.

Harry got to a point of a break from singing for a minute. He just started talking to the crowd. He lets them know everything except the most important thing. The one thing that he want's to share the most.

"WHAT ARE YOU MOST THANKFUL FOR!" I heard someone from the crowd scream. He looked up to where Louis is, I know he wants to say him. He just can't. He looked at me, motioning for me to come on the stage. I put my camera down where no one could get to it, and Harry helped me up on the stage.

"This women, Baylee Winters. She is so inspiring. She knows exactly what to say to make anyone feel comfortable, in any environment. She is kickass with a camera, and she makes me happy." He said. I looked up to him and he whispered in my ear. "Louis and I decided it's best that me and you pretend to date as well. Only if that is okay with you." He said with the microphone held out. I shook my head giving him approval. "Can I kiss you? We need to make this believable." He said. I looked up at Louis. He shook his head at me.

"Is he okay with the kiss part?" I whispered back to him. Harry shook his head. I heard the whole crowd chatting. I need to do this for them. They need this. I love them, they deserve this. I gave an apologetic look up at Louis. I looked back over to Harry and gave him the approval.

"So everyone, in saying that. I want to introduce her to you. This is my girlfriend. BAYLEE WINTERS EVERYONE!!!" Harry yelled, and the crowd went crazy. Chanting for us to kiss. He gave Louis one last look and then leaned into me for a kiss. His lips are super soft. Super welcoming. He is very gentle. I am just not enjoying this at all. This is for them though. Once we pulled away from each other he grabbed my hand lifting it into the air. He looked at me. "Thank you!" He mouthed to me.

"Anything for you Mr. Harry Styles." I mouthed back. Making him smile.

"You don't have to continue taking pictures, you have taken enough today. We will let the venue photographer do the rest. Go join them." He told me, the security guard handed me my camera and I went through the underground tunnel thing, now I can't just walk through the crowd anymore. I am so nervous to see Louis. I wonder if he will be mad. I walked up the stairs that led to the privacy box. Opening the door.

"Louis I am so sorry. I just want to help." I said, but when I saw his face he was far from mad.

"It has to be done. No one is mad at you." He said hugging me. "Thank you for being so supportive, helping us out."

I heard my phone buzz. I grabbed it, my smile instantly melted away.

New message!
I see that you all of a sudden are kissing celebrities. I never raised my daughter to be a slut. Your mother would have been so disappointed in you.

I don't understand how the news traveled to him so quick. It's been five minutes since Harry and I kissed. I put my phone in my back pocket and hid my face so that Louis and Eleanor didn't see me crying. I walked to the door and opened it. Going back down the stairs. Running to find the nearest bathroom, somewhere nobody would freak over seeing me. I found a bathroom backstage. I went in there and locked the door behind me. Collapsing on the floor. My dad will always haunt me no matter how happy I am he will always be there to ruin it. Always.

I was in the bathroom for a good amount of time. I finally got my crying under control. My eyes are still really red. I looked in the mirror. Splashing water on my face. Trying to hide it as much as possible. I walked out the back door and sat down where no one would be able to see me. I grabbed my bag and pulled out my pack of cigarettes. I know it's a bad habit. I only ever smoke when my dad contacts me. Which isn't very often. Normally what he says doesn't get to me, but he brought up how disappointed my mom would be. That is what got me.

New message!

Wow I am actually surprised. The only name I have heard all day is yours. I will never tell you that you are doing a good job though, you killed your mother. You don't deserve any of this. You deserve to be dead. You should be the one dead. Not her. But no, you get to live. Be with a rich and famous person, but your mother had to die just because you and your little boyfriend had a fight. I will never stand by anything you do! You don't deserve anything. He is probably just with you for sex, no one wants you for you. I mean who would. Look at yourself. I hate you, everything about you. I never want to hear your name, or see your ugly face again. Oh wait I forgot you are all I have seen for the last hour. Your mom wouldn't be proud of you. Using a celebrity to get what you want. Wow a new kind of low. No one will ever love you for you, they only will LIKE you for what they see.

I tried not to let myself cry. I tried, but everything he said gets to me. He knows how to get to me. I mean he is right, no one will ever love or like me for me. Harry is with Louis, and he needs me to pretend. I am more than happy to do that for them, I owe everything to Harry. I just will always be the camera girl. The girl that got raped. No one knows that, but I do. I am exhausted.