“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.”