Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences Book Two

The Hate Gets Too Much

'(y/t/n) really has to go'. The notification popped up on your phone and you scrolled through your mentions reading similar tweets about you. All of these people had so much to say about you and they didn't even know you. Their comments shouldn't matter but you couldn't stop reading them. 

"Babe, are you coming?" Harry pops his head into the bedroom. You wipe your face from crying. He notices and walks in, taking a seat beside you. 

"What's wrong love? What happened?" You hand him your phone and rest your head in your hands. A few minutes go by and he sets the phone on the night stand. His hand on your back now, pulling you into him. You cry into his chest. This was something you promised yourself you would never get upset over but here you are, hysterical. 

"I'm sorry Harry, I couldn't take it. They don't even know me." 

"Sh, it's okay. It happens to the best of us." He lets you cry some more until you pull yourself together. You pull back from him to wipe your face once more. He puts his hands on the sides of your face. 

"Don't listen to them, okay? You're here because I love you. You're important to me." He kisses you deeply.