Love Is A Bet (Harry Styles)

Chapter 11

*Kylie's P.O.V.*

I woke up in my flat at around 10:30 AM. It was Saturday so I didn't have to work but I still needed something to occupy me for the day.

I decided to make a twitter account since Lauren always told me to make one. Ugh, why am I thinking about Lauren now?

I logged onto my thin laptop and typed in the popular website.

What should my username be...hmmmmm.

I decided to skip the originality and just go with @KylieRoberts. Keep it simple. (A/N: This is a fake twitter account, it is not owned by me)

I put a picture of me in the profile picture slot and went to follow the boys.

Almost immediately after I followed them, Liam followed me back. Then Louis, then Niall, then Harry.

How come Zayn didn't want to follow me? Was he mad at me?

Soon after the boys followed me, my followers increased by the second. In less then five minutes, I already had 70K followers...how come I have so many? Ah yes, dating Harry Styles...

I saw how Harry tagged me in a picture and I clicked on it. It was a picture at our first date, when we went skating. We were both laughing but when I was staring at the camera, he was staring at me. His eyes stated at me lovingly, and I blushed thinking about our first kiss.

The caption of the picture read: 'Spending amazing time with my amazing girlfriend. Yes @KylieRoberts, it's official'.

My smile soon disappeared once I saw what people were tweeting and commenting about me.

Some of the things they said really hurt. I read them out loud to myself.

"@HarryStylovexox7: @KylieRoberts, I can't believe Harry would date someone as ugly as you. I guess it gives all the ugly girls hope though. It can't get much worse then you...#SorryNotSorryKyles"

My heart dropped once I saw what was trending on twitter. A tear slid down my pale cheek and landed on my lap.

Now trending on twitter:

#DieKylieDie

#BieberFever

#CyrusHemsworth

#SorryNotSorryKyles

#KillKylie

Hurt and anger built up inside of me as I saw the three hurtful things directing towards me. Just because I know the boys doesn't mean I'm not human! I'm not some mutated specimen so why treat me like one? They don't even know me to judge me.

My thoughts were interrupted when moments later, my doorbell rang. I slowly made my over to answer it. I had to cover up my tears so the person at the door wouldn't see me crying.

I was happy when I saw Zayn at the door. He immediately brought me into a warm hug and I inhaled his musky boy scent. He stroked my hair as my tears began to fade.

"Z-Z-Zayn. How come everybody hates me?" I asked.

"They are jealous of you. That's it. Jealous. You are beautiful, smart, funny and did I mention beautiful?" Zayn smiled down at me.

"Harry needs to realize how lucky he is to have you," Zayn muttered the last part as he brushed a piece of hair away from my face.

I pulled away from Zayn and gave him a smile. He gave me a reassuring grin before I let him enter my flat. I went into the kitchen to pour some tea for us as I heard him turn on the television.