I stared at the wall on my bunk. Nothing had changed since I started watching it. My mind was blank and I refused to even acknowledge anyone. After the prank one of the fans made, I retrieved to my bunk and I hadn't moved, unless I needed to go to the bathroom. Zayn and the rest of the lads were worried about me, but I was not going to speak with anyone, I was far too broken for it.
The fans broke me.
No one had ever the power of doing so, and just with a simple poster, someone had managed to break every single thing within inside me. I had struggled with self-confidence for so long, and even though I had managed to keep it under control, I was still unsure, but after that, I became lost.
"Reeve." Zayn called out. "It's been two days. Come out and have something to eat. You can't stay there forever."
"Yes I can." I whispered closing my eyes. I didn't want to shut down anyone, but I didn't even know what to do.
Before anything could happen, Zayn was opening the curtains on my bunk and dragging me out of it. Guess that he was going to interfere with my mopping around.
"You are going to take a bath and then have some food before we talk this out Reeve." Zayn said as we stood in front of the bathroom. I took in a deep breath and nodded. "I know it hurts Reeve, and it hurts me to see you like this. We want to do something about it, but we need you with us for us to work out." I nodded and opened the bathroom door.
"It's going to take some time to mend the ripped, to fix the broken, and to open the locked." I whispered before entering the bathroom and locking it.
I stared at my reflection on the mirror that was right in front of me. My eyes were swollen, I had black circle under them that could resemble a track for racing cars, and my hair was al dirty and oily. Two days since the poster, and only Zayn had gotten me out of the bunk.
Was Harry and I really meant to be?
I shoved that thought to the back of my mind and entered the shower I really needed one. Maybe, after it, my life could go up the hill even if it was just a bit, baby steps and then I'll be running miles.
After my shower, I changed into the cloth that Zayn had left for me and then walked out of the bathroom towards the couches, where everyone was supposed to be. It felt awkward to be back out, but it felt so good to smell something different than pop-tarts.
"We need to do damage control." Liam said. "I know we have been saying that since we saw that, but we really need to do something now."
"It's been two days lads." Louis spoke. "Two days and she hasn't even moved from where there."
"Also the fact that Harry isn't even trying." Niall sighed. "I've never seen Harry so down before. He's not eating or moving."
"Reeve's taking a shower." Zayn spoke. "She's supposed to come and meet us here when she is done, if Harry listens to her, he'll come around."
"Harry is on lockdown too?" I spoke as I made my appearance. The lads turned to face me and they seemed in shock, I don't blame them though. "Why didn't anyone say anything to me?"
"How were supposed to?" Zayn rolled his eyes. "You shut us out."
"I'm sorry." I whispered. "But try to figure out why people hate you, and why they say that you are not good enough when they might be right and there is not one thing that can change your mind." I snapped. "You more than anyone know that I am not the perfect daughter or the perfect person and I've struggled my whole life to accept the fact that I will never be good enough, and when some random fucking chicks tell you so on a poster that the whole world can see, it changes your mind around."
"Reeve." Zayn took in a deep breath. "I know it is hard, but why are you going to let them dictate that?"
"Because there is no one to prove me otherwise." I replied.
"I am." Harry spoke. "I am willing to move heaven and hell for you Reeve." He grabbed my hands. "I know that I was on lockdown for two days, but I was trying to figure out a way to make the fans stop I was trying to come up with a way to make you smile and be the happy girl you deserve to be." I took in a deep breath. "And I did. I found a way."
"How?" We all questioned.
"How are you going to stop the hate?" Liam questioned. "It's somehow impossible."
"I know." Harry nodded. "But we can try to do something. I'm not going to sit and pretend that it doesn't hurt me as well, because it does." Harry grabbed a laptop. "It might not be a lot, but if MY fans are sending hate towards Reeve because we are dating, then they are not my fans."
I hugged Harry and held onto him. We were about to do some damage control.