Harry Styles Imagines

Hate

Backstory- yeah he's famous in this one. You guys are in a loving relationship but some fans obviously don't like you, and you are told not to really read some tweets but today you did.

Story-

Tears prickled my eyes. But no, no I won't cry. Harry was in the room and I don't want him to see me upset. But my face must have given me away because he asked me what was wrong.

"Nothing," my voice gave me away too. Damn it. "Y/N what's wrong?" He tried to see what I was looking at in my phone, but I switched it off and put it on the sofa.

He got it and unlocked it. "H-how do you know my passcode?" I joked, trying desperately to lighten the mood. "Because it's 123456," he said.

"Y/N what is this? I've told you like countless times not to waste your time in these things!" He sighed. "Y/N is quite ugly Harry deserves better", then what other rubbish did they write?" He muttered as he angrily flipped through the tweets.

"Haz it's fine, don't reply or anything-," I began. "Oh I will reply!" He said roughly. And that's when I started to sob a bit. "Y/N no I'm sorry, I won't do anything. What do you need love?" He said tenderly.

He sat down and put my head on his chest. "They are just jealous," he said in a hushed voice. "They just want to be you, and they don't want to say that so they say those harsh words."

"Just keep in mind they aren't true. What is true is that I love you. I love you so much Y/N," he kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Those people don't know what they're talking about."

I adore him so much. He always knows exactly what to say. Some time had passed, and he asked "what are you thinking about love?"

"You. Always you." "Me too. I love you." "Love you too Haz," I said. "Okay, I think I'm gonna get up now," he said. "No! Stay!" I whined. "Haha okay sure, whatever you need."

A/N - meh this wasn't one of my best ones, but anyway. Next one I promise will be awesome, I'm making a proposal one s stay tuned! Make sure to request, comment and vote!