“You fat bitch, we all hate you so why don’t you go die!”

“Why are you still going out with Harry? He should of got rid you ages ago!”

“You’re such an ugly mole, you don’t deserve Harry, he deserves way better!”

You read one tweet after another like these ones and it’s getting to the point that you can’t take it anymore. You feel like you’re being kicked a million times and it just doesn’t stop. You’ve thought about suicide but you could never bring yourself to actually end your life.

You throw your phone onto your bed that you and Harry share and drop to the soft white carpet on the ground. You cry out, screaming and throwing anything you could get your hands on. Harry heard the banging and crashing form downstairs and straight away ran up the steep steps and into you and his room. The door flung open and you see Harry painting and running towards you,

“Y/N it’s the hate isn’t it?” He says in a worried voice.

“I can’t handle it anymore Harry, I can’t. I hate living like this, everyone hates me!” You sob out trying to push Harry away from you.

“Babe I know it’s hard but listen to me, you are going to get through this! You really are! Those ignorant girls out there are only jealous of you and they are trying to bring you down, you’re neither fat, nor ugly and all that matters is that I will be here every step of the way, protecting you from all of this and making sure that whatever does happen you will make it through it all!” He says to you finally stopping you from kicking and you pushing him away.

He grabs you and holds you close, calming you down.

“I love Y/N, I really do. Please don’t leave me because of the hate!” He says softly.

“I love you too Harry,” You say looking up at him.

“Just promise me that you will never leave me and you will help me through this?”

“I promise! I’ll always be here for you.”

When he comforts you because you are getting hate:

Zayn- You read one tweet after another once again and like always you can’t handle it. The only way that you deal with it is by cutting, you know that if Zayn found out he would be devastated but that’s the only way you can cope with it all. Unless you ended you life but you couldn’t do that to your family, friends and especially Zayn. Your eyes started to well up as tweets kept coming through. Zayn noticed and came over to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“Babe, please don’t listen to the hate. You are beautiful and perfect just the way you are.  Please remember that, I love you.” He says as he softly kisses you on the forehead.

“I’m not, I’m ugly, fat and I don’t deserve you, I really don’t!” You say burying your face into his chest trying to cover up your face because the tears were making your make-up run.

“Babe, you’re the complete opposite of all those things and of course you deserve me, it’s like I don’t deserve you! You are the definition of perfect and never forget that! Okay?”

He grabs your face with his soft hands and brings you face up so you are looking up at him; he smiles down at you and wipes your black mascara off of your cheeks.

“Zayn you always know what to say when I’m upset like this, I love you.”

You smile back at him and he leans down and kisses you softly.

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