~Harry~
I walked through the door.
"Hey guys!"
"Hey Harry," Skylar greeted me. "I need you to do me a favor."
"Yes ma'am?"
"Bella seems unhappy and-"
"Bella? What's wrong with her? Is she okay? Is she hurt?"
"Harry...that's what I'm trying to figure out."
"Oh...right."
She chuckled.
"Could you find out-"
"Yes. I'll be back."
I raced up the stairs and to her room.
I knocked on the door.
"Bella?"
There was no answer.
I opened the door.
"Bella, are you okay?"
She was holding back small tears only many had already poured out.
I ran up and hugged her.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
"I don't know who it is but first it was the otp but now everybody is calling me a slut. I don't know who told everybody but I've gotten numerous text messages and comments about it and I just..."
She started crying.
"Harry I can't deal with it."
I hugged her tighter and she put her face in my shoulder.
"It'll be okay."
"No it won't. Everybody is calling me those horrible names..and everyday it just seems to get worse and worse until I just give out. I explode. I wanna disappear and die and run away from life."
"That's the depression, Bella.."
"Ashton had it when he was younger, you know? You can fight it and be happy again. Ignore those people."
"It's everybody."
"Then just listen to me. You are beautiful and sweet and an amazing friend and person. I couldn't ask for any one better to be by my side."
She smiled and kissed my cheek.
