19. Tea Trip
I wake up and squint to read the time. 9:07. I groan and lift my head up and see Liam's still in the same position he was in earlier. I look across the room to see Niall laying on top of Louis and Zayn. Aw, my babies. I get up carefully to make sure I don't wake up Liam and tip toe to my room to get some blankets for the boys. I pull out my stash of blankets and think it would be fun to mess with them. I choose five individual blankets with fetus versions of each of the boys. I make my way back to the living room , draping the blankets over each of the boys. I hold the Harry one up and I realize he's not in the living room. I walk back to my bedroom to see if I looked over him but I didn't. I check the bathroom next and it's empty. I go into the kitchen and I see Harry sitting on the floor, back against the refrigerator, head looking down at his phone. "Hey kid, brought you a blanket." Harry's face stays down at his phone. Is he mad at me or something?I watch as Harry wipes his face and his phone. He sniffles and I can actually hear his tear drops landing on his phone .
I rush over to Harry and lift his head up. "Hey Hair bear what's wrong?" I wipe away his freshly fallen tears and stare at his phone to see he has twitter open.
"Wow Harry's some shit."
"Hey @harry_styles, do you know they made proactive for a reason?"
"And just when I thought @harry_styles couldn't get any uglier, he gets more tattoos. "
"That little bitch Harry can't even fucking sing. He's such a faggot #gokillyourselffaggot."
I wince at the hateful tweets and Harry notices my shocked expression. "It's some sight isn't it?" Harry tries to sound teasing but his voice cracks. "Why are you reading this crap Harry?" Harry shrugs his shoulders and continues to stroll through his mentions. I glance down at his phone as he scrolls right pass all the positive tweets. I snatch the phone from his hand and he jerks his head up to meet my face. "Kimberly Jones, give that phone back this instant." I shake my head. "Harry you need to stop reading this crap. You're such a wonderful person. You're caring and beautiful and witty and talented. You don't deserve this hate." I'm blabbering on and on, tears escaping my eyes. Harry's face softens when he sees me crying. "Come on lank, don't cry. It's my problem not yours." I wipe the tears away but more come down. "I don't understand how anyone can hate you Harry." Harry smiles slowly at my words. He pulls me onto his lap and I rest my head on his chest. "Look at us, we're just reunited and we're a crying mess." I smile sadly up at Harry. His nose is red and his eyes are all puffy. "Want some tea love?" I nod my head yes but remember I don't have any. I hardly keep any because I can't make proper tea. I think it's one of those you have to be born in the UK to make the best tea. "I don't have any but we can go to the diner up the street." Harry nods his head and I quickly write a note for the boys incase they wake up looking for us. Me and Harry quietly slip out of the house and begin our late night journey.