"Sabrina I gotta go. I have to call Harry." I said quickly before hanging up. I pressed on his contact name and it rang three times before he answered. "Hello?" His raspy voice answered. "Harry, someone took pictures of us at the beach. They're all over Twitter." I rushed, panicking. "What?"
I heard his rings tapping against the screen. "Fuck." He groaned. He didn't sound surprised. "What do we do now?" I asked. "Post a tweet about it but don't tell them anything. We aren't dating or anything so maybe they'll calm down." He told me. Ouch.
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However, I did as told. After tweeting, I went back to the calling screen. "Done," I told him. "We'll see what happens later, okay? Get some rest." He yawned. "Okay. Talk to you later, Harry."
He hung up and I stared at my screen.
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I was about to drift off when I got a Twitter notification from my inbox. It was Niall Horan. What? Huh? How? Why? I picked my phone up and replied.
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I was shaking. This can't be true. No. Hatred and anger spread through my veins. God, how could I be so stupid?! I screamed into my pillow. I wasn't letting myself get sad because that could lead to other things.
