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Shrooms

A day later, the media flooded with pictures of Harry and I from yesterday. Rumors filled every news. Questions were, who was I, what was I to Harry? Those two main things. It leaded too quickly that people found me through social media.

And what I received?

Hatred and insults.

Why? I didn't know nor understood. How did I feel about it? I felt saddened at that fact. Why should they assume when they'd end up embarrassed from harassing me when they'll find out sooner or later I'm Harry's keyboardist.

But would they believe that when the pictures of Harry and I seemed "intimate" and close - holding hands.

It affected me, but my mindset was often strong and positive. I don't need to focus on a pessimistic rumor when I know the truth and when I know my true intentions with Harry. I cared for him and I know he did, too.

I tried to hide the way I felt which was disturbed and uncomfortable at the way people thought of me without completely knowing me. Harry didn't know about the way I felt. And I hope he won't know because if he did, it'd affect him more than he already is too.

I remained in the kitchen, mixing my coffee, listening at the way my teaspoon clinks against the mug. Harry was in his office, he said he's in need for a small call with some of his agents.

My phone vibrates upon the counter, ringing every nerve in me and wakening me. I didn't need to check though, because I know it's another set of messages sent from people I don't know. I listened, hearing the way my phone rings off minutes to seconds, almost as though it were yelling at me to pick up the damn phone.

"Jesus," I muttered, fingers snatching my phone, it almost slipping off of my grip. I unlock the screen, eyes scattering over the notifications above the screen, seeing how quick things are said about me. I lose it. I felt the sudden urge to cry, the sudden pressure tightening my head that it wanted to explode.

My weakened limbs moves down the hall and out the house towards the backyard, birds greeting and singing to me above the clouding skies like I were happy to be outside as though that'll swallow away the sadness in me.

I take a seat on the patio steps, the clenching pain stabbing my chest - it quickly turning physically painful to me that tears exploded out of me and trailing down my cheeks like an uneven waterfall. My throat dried up quickly - like I was stranded for weeks at a desert, not a single taste of water that my throat ached for it.

My own sniffles vibrates beneath my skin, my own air hugging my heart and lungs with every breath I took - happy I was calming my breathing. I soon relaxed, my sight now vivid that I could almost see the moist air dancing around me.

I set alone with silence like it's my best friend whilst my mind is as loud as my quickened heartbeat. Why would they say such things to me. They didn't know me. I didn't know them. So why bother? I finally calmed out, tying my hair away from my face, palms rubbing away my damped - teary eyes like it were a bit of a help.

"I've been looking for you."

The voice startled me like a thunder at night, my movements quick to look over my shoulder to see Harry, eyes worried and brows narrowed over concern. His stare was quick to catch my eyes, his features saddening further like he solved a puzzle.

"Louisa." He gently rolls my name at the tip of his tongue, walking over to me. He sits behind me by the steps, tucking my small body in between his legs, pressing my back against his front as his arms hides me away and protect me from every harm that comes my way.

"You found me." I say, shutting my eyes as my head lays upon his chest, his scent teasing my nostrils that it sent a shiver down my body and curling my toes at the sweetness of his perfume.