I open the door to my flat and I'm greeted with a messy hallway filled with magazines shoved through letterbox
"What the hell is this?" I say out loud to myself.
I shut the door and bend down to pick up the papers.
A lot of the time, fans will shove things through the letter box, one time it was a ballon filled with paint so when it hit the floor, the first part of my hallway was ruined.
So that weekend was spent with Harry doing up the hallway and him being terrified of getting paint in his hair.
Yes, I am dating Harry styles. We've been in a relationship for almost 2 years.
He stays at my place most of the time when he's home he doesn't like to stay by himself.
I turn one of the magazines over to see the front page and immediately my eyes start to water and it drops from my hands.
I fall too the floor and pick it up again, looking at the cover.
It's Harry, my Harry and some blonde in LA, kissing, holding hands, hugging.
"Oh my god"
Just then my phone rings, it's Louis.
"H.h..hello?" I manage to get out shakily.
"So you've seen them?" He states, knowing from my voice.
"Fa..fans, must have...sh..shoved them through the le..letterbox"
"Jesus, (Y/N) I don't know what to say. I promise you that me and the boys didn't know what he was at because if we did we would have killed him you know that right?"
"Yes, yeah I do"
"Do you want me to call Eleanor to come over?"
"I'm alright, I think I wa..want to be by myself for a while but th..thanks Louis"
"Of course love, if you need us were a phone call away"
"Thank you, tell the others I said thanks too"
We both say goodbye and hung up before I opened the magazine to the article.
All I could manage to read since my eyes kept glazing over was "blond, Harry, new girlfriend, kissing, seems in love but where's (y/n)"
It made me sick to my stomach.
I bundled up these and headed to the kitchen.
The bin was full by the time I dumped them all in, I didn't want any in my sight.
My phone rang again and it lit up with Harrys name.
"He knows" I thought to myself and I declined the call.
That's all I did for the next ten minutes, decline, decline, decline and one time answer by accident and then hang up very quickly.
I end up just turning my phone off and make some dinner for myself and watch the TV.
HARRYS POV
"Dammit (y/n)" I shout, slamming my hand on the counter in the sitting room.
"Harry this if your fault" Louis says not looking at me.
"To be honest, I don't blame her not answering" zayn says, his gaze focused on the game of FIFA him and Niall were playing.
"Liam? Niall? Do you want to share your opinion on my relationship?" I say sarcastically.
"Well," Niall starts in his Irish accent "what's left of your relationship"
I sigh and run my hands through my long hair.
