Harry Styles Imagines and Preferences

You Get Hate

Twitter hadn't always been a place where you felt like you didn't have to be on your best behaviour. Sure, hate still flooded in from every direction because you were dating Harry and... well that explains itself well enough.

But on Twitter, the hate was at a pretty minimal level – unless you did something that pissed a few more people off. And then it was like this snowball effect. At first a few people would be mad, sending you hateful tweets, and then it was as if everyone joined in just for the sake of it.

That had only happened twice to you through the social media platform, and both times you'd been pretty intoxicated so it hadn't really hit you. You were aware of it the next day but that's when it had all calmed down anyway.

So when you posted a photo of you and Harry getting quite cuddly – the influx of hate was ridiculous. You honestly didn't expect it to be this bad over one photo.

But it was bad; really bad.

The comments varied from 'ugly slut' to 'kill yourself' and as much as you tried to remember that the things these girls were saying, were because they were jealous of the fact that you were dating Harry. You tried to understand the times that an idol of yours had been dating some other girl and you – as a fan – felt betrayed and devastated that they were off the market.

But it really wasn't helping. Because with each hateful tweet that filled your timeline, you started to believe them.

And so it didn't take very long for you to end up curled up beneath your blankets, tears spilling onto the pillows of your bed. The fact that girls that didn't even know you; hated you, was painful. All you could think was; were you really that shit?

You'd only been curled up for about half an hour when your phone rang. At first you ignored it, but then whoever it was, called again. You moved from under the covers and picked up the device, sniffling and tearing up again when you saw Harry's caller ID.

With a shaky, yet steadying sigh, you answered the call.

"Hey." You whispered – and even though it didn't sound like you'd been crying, you knew that Harry would easily be able to pick up on the fact that you were upset.

"Hey gorgeous. I saw what's been happening on Twitter." He said softly, making the tears sting your eyes once more,

 "And I wish more than anything in the world that I was there to cuddle you but you know, tour fucking sucks. So I've ordered a few flowers to be sent to your house, and your favourite take out. And I've bought you some new clothes and shoes but they probably won't get to you until Wednesday. I mean I selected the express shipping but you know what they're like."

You fell quiet as Harry finished, shaking your head

"God, I'm so lucky to have you." You whispered, smiling.

Harry let out a soft chuckle through the phone line, "Anything for my girl. I love you"