I crossed over my legs, although they had still been hurting from last week. Last week, was probably the best. The best I've ever had.


He hungrily attacked my lips with his, as his hands start to trail up my fair skin. He slowly pulls at the hem of my shorts, only deepening the kiss. His hands go up my shorts, rubbing my panties. I groan into the kiss.

"You're so wet." He mutters, continuing to rub me. I break the kiss, taking off my shorts, only leaving me in my panties. He gives a smirk, and takes off his pants, leaving him in his Calvin Klein underwear.

He starts kissing down my stomach, and in my inner thighs, teasing me. He smirks, then slowly comes back up, just staring at me.

Burning my hazel eyes, with his dark green eyes, he gives a warming smile, then kisses me again. "I love you." He says.

"I love you too." I smile, grabbing his face, mushing it with mine. He pulls off my panties, and pulls his boxers off, giving me that famous smirk.
"So, you and Harry?" The man, said while smiling.

"I'm sorry, what?" I say snapping out of my thoughts,

"I was asking about you, and your boyfriend." He laughs.

I laugh, "Well, we've been dating for about a month already, and next month is when we go on tour." I smile.

"Ah so I've heard.." He licks his lips before speaking, "You can say 5 es oh es fans are not fond of you."

What? "I suppose so." I add a fake laugh. He laughs, "Do your EP?'
-

I sit in the car, waiting for Jackson, so I decide to go on my twitter. I favorite, and retweet a few people, then I see a new trend.

"#HaveBreeDead."

What? Have me dead? Who would come up with that? I click on it, to see thousands of tweets.

"@HEMMO_CLIFFORD liTERALLY SO SAD 5SOS WON'T BE AN OPENING ACT #HaveBreeDead."

"@thosefour_aussies: first she dates ashton, then harry, now a replacement? somebody shoot me. then her. #HaveBreeDead"

"@horanxbuttcheeks: bree johnson, please kill yourself (: #HaveBreeDead"

I shed, a few tears and sucked in a breath. What have I done, for people to hate me so much? I wiped my tears away, and I clicked on Compose Tweet. I think, I shouldn't seem weak. And I sure as hell shouldn't be rude.

" @bree_johnson #HaveBreeDead ? Well then..."

Tweet Sent!

-

I lazily, throw my bag on the couch, an kick off my shoes. I lay down, and rest my eyes. Okay. People in the One Direction fandom hate me. People in the 5sos fandom hate me. Two of the biggest fandoms hate me. How, wonderful.

I stand up, and walk to the kitchen. I haven't made a homemade meal in forever. I boil some water, and take the Mac and Cheese box. Gosh, I love Mac and Cheese.

I hear shuffling, and see Harry walking in. "Hey." I hear him call.

"Hi," I softly speak, as he make his way, wrapping his arm around my waist pecking me on the cheek.

"What'cha making?" He asks.

"Mac and Cheese." I shrug.

He looks at me confused, with those green eyes. Not just any green, its a dark geen shade, yet it has specks of gray.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"I'm fine."

"Bree." He says a bit more sternly.

"Have you been on twitter?" I ask.

He shakes his head, grabbing his phone out of his pocket. I look away, putting the noodles, in the steamy water.

I walk to the fridge, but before I can open the door, he gives my butt a squeeze. "Hey, don't worry."

I shrug, and get the milk and butter out. He sits at the table, on his phone. I put the cheese mix in a bowl, and take out a cup of milk. Once, the noodles are done, I drain them, then put all the ingredients together.

I grab two paper bowls, because honestly, who wants to wash dishes? Not me. and Harry is way too busy to wash them. I put Mac and Cheese in both, and grab two spoons.

I give the bowl, and spoon to Harry, and he smiles. I sit right in front of him, putting the Mac and Cheese into my mouth.

"This is good." He mumbles, putting another spoonful into his mouth.

I nod, continuing to eat my food. Suddenly, I have an urge to vomit. I get up running to the bathroom, puking in the toilet. I continue to puke, and I hear shuffling to the bathroom.

"What happened?" Harry says, while getting me a hair tye. He slowly ties my hair, and he gently rubs my back.

"I don't know.." I trail my words off.

He sighs, "I'll stay by you," He gives a smile.

"Harry, seriously go eat." I say, still hovering over the toilet seat.

"No." He shakes his head. "I'm not going to leave my girlfriend, when she feels like shit."

I flush, at the word girlfriend, "That's the thing Harry. I feel perfect;y fine. So I'm not very sure, why I threw up." I say slowly getting up, and flushing the toilet. I go to the sink, and rinse out my mouth. I grab my tooth brush, then start brushing them.

Harry just stares, at me then walks me to the bedroom. "Try to get some sleep, yeah?"

I nod, and lay in bed as he kisses my forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too." I hum.

Notes

Hey guys, I'm sorry I haven't been updating. I have been very busy, I have decided that I will end You and I.. But at chapter 50 with an Epilogue.

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