The Concert Where We Met

Who knew that hurting Harry Styles would change the 18 year old Hannah Jones' life forever?


Hannah and her best friend, Lilly, have been waiting years to go to a One Direction concert and finally they're going. It was supposed to be the night of their lives, but misunderstandings and bad things happen during the concert.

But as we say: everything happens for at reason, right?


9. Why Do They Hate Me?

Hannah's P.O.V.

I woke and heard a voice singing. It was Harry. He rested his head in one of his hands and stroke the other one over my hair.

But if you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms

And if you like having secret little rendezvous

If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn't do

Baby, I'm perfect

Baby, I'm perfect for you

And if you like midnight driving with the windows down

And if you like going places we can't even pronounce

If you like to do whatever you've been dreaming about

Baby, you're perfect

Baby, you're perfect

So let's start right now

I opened my eyes and smiled at him.

"Good morning love," he said with his sexy morning voice and kissed my cheek so his long hair tickled my ear.

"Morning handsome," I whispered back to him.

We looked at each other for a while until I spoke: "I'll go make us breakfast."

He didn't answer but nodded. I found one of Harry's sweaters and put it on. It was way too big for me. It went down to my knees so I didn't needed to take pants on. When I took the sweater on Harry began to sing again:

Come get back in bed

We still got time left

This don't have to be over

I shook my head and laughed: "You're crazy Styles."

"I'm not! I'm just deeply in love with you," he answered.

I walked over to him and placed a kiss on his lips.

"Breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes, so you better get your ass out of that bed," I said to him and tried to sound very controlling.

"Yes mom," he said back in a childish voice.

He stood up from the bed and walked over to his closet. Damn he looked good! I just stood there awkwardly and stared at his tattoos. (Or his six pack :P)

"What do you stare at?" Harry asked as he interrupted my thoughts.

"Nothing," I quickly answered and walk down the stairs into the kitchen, where I found some eggs and some bacon. While i made the food I also made some tea.

Just when the food and tea was done, Harry came down to me in a white t-shirt and black jeans.

"Mhh… Smells delicious," he said and began to fill his mouth with food. I couldn't blame him, because I did the same, well I didn't eat as much as Harry, but I was hungry. I thought about Niall for a moment. If Harry could eat this much, how much could Niall then eat? Holy!

When we were done eating I took my phone and sat down on the couch. I logged onto Twitter and saw that I had 10.000 new followers and tons of comments, well I guess they all found out that I was dating Harry?

I started to read some of them and tears started rolling down my cheeks.

-Hannah, right? Go die! Nobody likes you!

-You're the worst person ever. I HATE U!

-Nobody cares about you. Especially not Harry! Go die! Harry is just playing with you. You're so ugly that nobody wants to look at you! Harry doesn't love you, and he never will! If you don't stop dating him I'll kill you! I know where you live bitch!

The last one really hurt me a lot. I was crying and thinking. Why did they hate me? Does Harry hate me? No… He said he loved me. He kissed me.

I went to the twitter page that wrote the last comment. Her name was @Hazza_Marry_Me. I looked at all her pictures and saw one of Harry and me outside the restaurant. I started crying even more. The whole world knew about me and Harry.

I went back to all the comments on my pictures and saw a really sweet one. It was from Harry_We_Love_You.

-Don't listen to what all the haters say. There will always be haters. You're a gorgeous girl and seem really nice. I love you a lot. You're my inspiration and you make my idol happy. As long as you two are happy, I am.

A smile appeared on my face. I quickly wrote back to her, thanked her and followed her.

I turned my phone off and sat up on the couch. I didn't know what I've done wrong. I didn't know why I've deserved all the hate and even death threats. I started crying again. Loudly. I wanted to go home. Back to my normal life where people liked me. But at the same time I wanted to stay with Harry. Forever.

Harry's P.O.V.

I heard a voice coming from the living room. It sounded like someone was crying. Hannah!

I quickly threw my phone on the bed and ran down the stairs into the living room where I saw Hannah sitting in the couch with her arms wrapped around her legs. She was crying. She was sobbing. It broke my heart into a million of pieces. I never liked when someone cried, and especially not Hannah. I've seen her cry before and that broke my heart.

I ran over to her and wrapped my arm around her. She looked up at me with mascara all over her face.

"Why do they hate me, Harry?" She whispered in a weak voice.

"What are you talking about?" I asked her confused.

"Your fans. They hate me Harry. They send hate to me in twitter. They send death treats!" She began to cry even more when she handed me her phone. "Look at this," she said. I took her phone and read an awful comment.

-Nobody cares about you. Especially not Harry! Go die! Harry is just playing with you. You're so ugly that nobody wants to look at you! Harry doesn't love you, and he never will! If you don't stop dating him I'll kill you! I know where you live bitch!

I shook my head and couldn't believe that anyone would actually write that to her.

"I love you Hannah! Don't listen to them. You're beautiful and the greatest person I've ever known. Please don't listen to them. They're just jealous..." I said to her.

She smiled at me: "Thank you."

I smashed my lips onto hers and we kissed for a long time. When she pulled away to catch her breath, she said: "I love you Styles."

"I love you more Hannah," I answered before I smashed my lips back to hers. I held her by the waist and she had her hands on my cheeks. It was only 1pm, but she fell asleep on my chest. I held her in my arms. In my arms was where she belonged.


(All the twitter accounts is something that just popped up into my mind. I do not know if there's any real accounts with those names, if there is then sorry, I don't know. It's not 'connected' with them!)

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