Build Me Up Again

Chapter 13 ~

The first tweet was from a girl who said, "@tateaddison I'm sorry that you're getting so much stupid hate. Ingore them - we love you. Xx". I loved when people would tweet me things like this. It made me feel like someone did give a shit about whether or not I was here on Earth. 

It wasn't like I wanted everyone to like me - I knew that it was close to impossible in life and being a superstar's girlfriend wouldn't help. But the majority of all the comments aimed towards me were negative, and trust me - it can really suck. 

I scrolled down and saw a long list of extremely different tweets. 

"@TateAddison excuse me bitch? you need to stay away from harry. you're ruining him you slut."

I tried doing like everyone told me to do : ignore them and tell myself 'they really are only jealous' over and over and over. Soon I came to a tweet that said "@tateaddison you know how everyone has that one person they hate? well you're mine. go kill yourself bitch."

I felt my throat closing tight. Millions of girls probably felt the same way about me. 

The tears started overflowing my eyes and dropped onto the phones screen. I couldn't stand this shit anymore, all of this hate. How could someone tell another person to kill themselves, when they don't even know who I am?

'Harry's girlfriend' is not who I am. It's a part of me. Why can't people understand that? I am an individual. 

I felt my face collapse into my hands, my chest heaving with every sob. The urge to cut was so strong. 'Don't do it. Don't do it. Resisting will be better than the cutting itself. Don't do it. Remember Harry. The party.'

I felt my phones vibration through the sheets on my bed and looked to my phone to see a call from Eleanor. It also said 'Six Missed Calls From Eleanor'. My sobs must've been so loud that I hadn't even felt my phone. 

I needed to answer this time, so I took a deap breath and answered. "Hey Eleanor."

"Tate! Did you show Harry the dress? I've been dying to know his reaction."

"Uh no. I haven't. He's gone to get some movies."

She paused. "Have you been crying, Tate?"

I sighed. Eleanor was my best friend. If I couldn't find the guts to tell Harry, I needed to tell her. Before I could have second thoughts about anything, I blurted out, "Yes. Can you come over, Eleanor?"

She immediately said, "Of course. I'll be there as soon as I can." 

Just like earlier today, her line went dead. 

I placed the phone to my side and my heart started beating faster. I couldn't believe that I was doing this.