You're a slut.
I hate you, Harry is mine.
Your so fat. Why is Harry even with you?
Harry belongs with me not you.
Tears start to run down my face as soon as I read the hate tweets.
Everyone hates me.
Why is Harry with someone like me?
"Y/N, love are you okay?" Harry asks as he sees me crying on the couch.
I shake my head.
I want to tell him I'm fine but I'm certainly not.
"T-They hate m-me" I say in between sobs.
He takes my phone and starts scrolling down only to see 'Y/N Harry is mine' trending.
"They're just jealous kitten, don't listen to them" he cooes.
I know they love Harry but it still hurts me when they tell me hateful things.
"That's not going to solve anything" I sniffle.
"I'm going to fix it love, trust me" he says and walks away.
A few minutes later my phone rings signaling I have a notification.
I unlock the screen and find that Harry tweeted something, mentioning me.
@Harry_Styles: Sorry directioners, @Y/T/N and I are going to be together forever so the hate needs to stop.
I smile at the word Forever.
He's so sure, I want to be with him forever but what if something comes up and our relationship crumbles.
"Y/N?" I hear Harry call from the kitchen.
"Yeah?"
"Come here, please love" I can hear he's nervous.
I sighed and stood up.
"Wha-" I stop and look at Harry.
He is on one knee holding a little box with a diamond ring inside.
"Y/N L/N, I can't explain to you how much I love you...the limit does not exist and I will love you for as long as I live so I ask...Will you marry me?"
I nod and he stands up and slides the ring on my finger.
"I love you" I mumble into his chest.
"I love you more"
