These days have just been shit to me, this preference is based on my situation right now. Don't know why i'm putting that out there, but oh well. So yeah, please vote if you liked it, To those who feel insecure, and feel hatred towards themselves please read carefully! :) LY! <3 <3 <3
"Harry! Harry! Harry!" "Harry! Harry! Harry!" "Harry! YN! YN! YN!"
You tried your best not to look back at the window. All you heard were muffled screams. You continued to scroll down on your phone. "Harry, YN." You both looked up to see Paul. "What?" Harry spoke. "We can leave now." He announced, sliding on his jacket. You stood up and your hand instantly met Harry's. You smiled at him while he did the same.
"I'm scared." You admitted. He looked over to you. "Why? We've done this before." Harry glanced quickly at the window, many girls had their phone against their chest, probably recording the both of you. "I know, its just that, I don't get mobbed when I'm alone. Only when I'm with you.." You spilled.
"Its been a long time, since this happened." You moved your bangs away from your face as you were ready to walk out of the shoe store you were currently stuck in. "Just hold my hand, and don't let go." He assured you, then kissed your cheek. "Okay," You mumbled as you began to hear the screams getting louder with each step you both took.
"Harry! Harry! Sign this!" "Harry! Harry!" You looked around, seeing plenty of girls trying to reach your boyfriend. You saw Harry and Paul say something to each other as Paul nodded his head and Harry started making his way towards his fans.
You stood behind him, not wanting to receive looks from any of the girls who were waiting for this moment with him.
You tried not to let go of Harry's hand as he signed papers and magazines. You decided to let go, but Harry's grip quickly found your hand again, without turning to you, he continued to do his thing.
"Harry," This girl with brown hair spoke loud enough for him to hear. His eyes immediately met hers. A smile rapidly rose on her face, and so did his. Your lips parted a little. You saw as they hugged as took a picture. In the picture, he kissed her. His lips were placed on the corner of her lip.
You instantly let go of Harry's hand. You waited for his reaction, but he was 'too busy' paying attention to the mysterious girl...
You lightly gasped as you heard his laugh and her laugh mix as one. You took two steps back and finally turned on your heel and slowly scurried to the waiting car. "YN!" "YN!" You ignored the yells and screams that called your name. You felt bad, but at the moment you didn't care.
"Joe, take me home." You mumbled, staring at the window as your eyes stayed glued on Harry. Who seemed confused at the moment because you weren't there. "Don't we have to wait for Mr-" "No, sorry. But, no." You stated. "Fine by me." He started the car and drove. You didn't care about Harry getting home. He had, like, thousands of cars waiting for him to take him home.
"Thank you." You warmly smiled at the driver. "Any time..have a good day now." He smiled at you through the mirror. "Bye." You closed the car door behind you and walked towards the house.
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"YN!" You sighed as you heard your name. "YN!" Harry repeated. You slowly stood up from the bed. Walking over the the top of the large staircase. "Y-" "What?" You cut him off. His head snapped up at you. "What happened to you?" His eyebrows knitted together. "What do you mean?" You shrugged one shoulder..
"You just, left?" He questioned the last part. "Ookay, and?" You asked. "Why?" He lightly sighed as he asked. "I, don't, I don't know." You turned and left to your shared room. "YN!" You hurried as you heard his steps getting closer.
You sat at the edge of the bed. Harry's eyes soon rested on you as he stood between the frame. "YN," His voice seemed calmed and controlled. "Why?" He repeated himself. You shook your head while your knee couldn't stop bouncing. Harry walked over to you. His hand rested on your knee, trying to help your knee to stop jumping. But failed.
"What happened?" You stayed quiet, leaving the conversation pending. "Please talk to me."
That's it,
"Why me Harry? Why?" You snapped as soon as you got off the bed. "What?" He also stood up. "Why me?" "What are you talkin-" "Out of those, pretty girls. You choose me." You couldn't go on because of the lump in your throat.
"I-I-" He gave up on his own sentence. "Exactly, you don't know." Tears stayed in your eyes. You turned around as you gripped your hair tightly. You bit your lip trying to prevent your loud sobs and screams to spill out. "YN, I do know why." He said.
You began pacing back and fourth, trying to ignore him. You pulled on the sleeves of your plaid shirt. Your hands stayed tightly gripped on your hair, pulling on it with such force. "I can't do it Harry, I just can't." You cried. You caught one look at Harry that completely shocked you. And you didn't know why. You caught tears rolling down Harry's cheeks.
"You don't understand, Harry. At all." You tried to go back to your normal breathing. He stayed silent, staring at you. Tears, still flowing out of his eyes.
"Watching pretty girls, drool over you." You started. "I can't watch and not feel insecure for once! For fucking once Harry!" You broke down. You slided down the closet door, covering your entire face. "I just, I hate myself so much! Nobody understands what I feel! What I think! What I fucking want!" You gritted your teeth at the end. "I hate myself." You muttered. Unexpectedly, with a harsh force, a pair of soft lips touched yours. You kissed back when you realized it was Harry. He didn't stop pushing his lips into yours. "Don't ever say that again," He said against your lips. His breathing was heavy and so was yours. "I love you so much, nothing. And I mean nothing, will ever make me stop." He spoke.
