"I'll be over in a few." Tyler tells me and I smile, pressing the end button on my phone.
Tyler and I haven't seen each other in almost three weeks, his schedule being filled as well as mine. His schedule is finally open today, so of course we wanted to see one another. I sit down on the couch and decide to go on twitter while I wait for Tyler to arrive.
I laugh at a few tweets, retweet some, and favorite the rest. I stop scrolling once I read my name in a fan's tweet, her words shattering my heart.
"(Y/N) is so fat and ugly so why can't Tyler just date me?"
Tears escape from my eyes and I quickly wipe them away, hoping they never return. I haven't come across a rude tweet in months. I remember the first time it happened, Tyler and I talked about it and it was never an issue again. But that tweet was about Tyler cheating on me, which never happened in the first place. This tweet is about my weight and appearance, my insecurities becoming real and more alive than ever.
I keep scrolling down as the tears keep running down my face and I unfortunately find more mean tweets about me. I throw my phone across the room and set my face in my hands, crying until I feel like I can't anymore.
Suddenly, I hear a knock at my door and I freeze. I completely forgot that Tyler was coming over.
I get up from the couch and slowly open the door, wiping the remains of my tears on my cheeks.
"What's wrong, baby?" Tyler's eyes turn into sorrow and he immediately pulls me into a hug. He only makes me cry more.
"They've been.... saying t-those mean things again." I cry out into his chest, my tears staining his shirt. He knows exactly what I'm talking about because he doesn't ask another question.
"Come on." He pulls me into my bedroom and we lay in bed together, my tears still flowing from my eyes. He only hugs me tighter with each sob that escapes from my mouth.
He pulls out his phone and types something before locking it and putting it down. He pulls me closer and kisses the top of my head.
"Don't worry, they shouldn't be writing any bad stuff about you anymore." He reassures me.
Later on that night, I went back on twitter and I saw that Tyler tweeted something.
"If any of you ever write anything bad about (Y/N) again, I'll delete my twitter completely."
I smile and look at the responses. Of course they were all filled with upset fans telling him not to delete his twitter, also with tweets apologizing to me about what they had said before.
I look at the resting Tyler lying next to me, his eyes slowly closing.
"Thank you for what you tweeted. You didn't have to do that." I whisper, trying not to completely disturb him.
"It had to be said, I did it because I love you and no one should ever say things about you that aren't true. You are the most beautiful girl on the planet and I don't want you thinking that you are anything less than that."
"So you just keep me around for my looks, eh?" I joke with him and he laughs.
"Well, you're pretty funny sometimes."
"Sometimes?" I ask surprised.
"Yeah." I laugh and kiss him on the cheek.
