Chapter 25 ― Havi

The next day started horridly. I didn’t know what exactly was going on, but certainly fans weren’t happy. A massive group was outside the radio station, most of them were already grown up girls, fourteen to seventeen, even older maybe. I couldn’t believe girls that old were there, and for that reason.

They were there to hate on me.

As soon as those girls saw me, and recognised me from the picture –I still didn’t know how they could do that–, they started yelling things at me. I tried to ignore them, I tried not to pay attention to what they were saying. They didn’t know me, all their arguments were invalid. I wasn’t going to let them affect me with their harsh words, because they were nothing for me. They were Louis’ fans, they were important to him, not to me.

However, no matter how many times I told myself that in my mind, it was hard to ignore everything they were screaming. They were mean, they were cruel.

“You whore. You don’t even deserve him!”

“You’re only with him to gain fame! You fucking gold-digger!”

“I hope you die, you slut!”

“I don’t know what he sees in you!”

And so many other offensive things that shocked me. How could girls like them have such a horrid vocabulary? I couldn’t believe they assumed I was with Louis just because I was looking for popularity. I really cared about him, I wouldn’t expose myself to this if I didn’t feel the way I felt towards him. Nothing could make me bear this kind of unfair treatment if I didn’t feel they way I did. These girls weren’t even giving me an opportunity to show that I really cared about him. That I was falling in love with him.

They not only threw harsh words at me, they also threw things at me like a water bottle that hit me on the back. One of the other hosts of the station saw this and came to my rescue, making the girls back off, but they had already hit me, and that got to me. I was at the verge of tears because it was just unfair. They didn’t even give me a chance to prove myself decent. They just assumed the worst because they were jealous.

Kevin, the other host from the morning show, led me inside the station with his arm protectively around me and I was shaking. Not only because I was hurt –emotionally and physically– but also because I was mad. I was so bloody angry at the unfairness of the situation I wanted to punch someone in the face. With a bloody piano!

“You okay, Havi?” Kevin asked me clearly concerned. “What’s going on? Why did they attack you?” Confusion was evident in his tone.

“You know we are working with One Direction, right?” I told him looking into his green eyes. They kind of reminded me of Harry’s eyes. Kevin nodded. “Well, those are their fans and they are not very happy with our friendship,” I carried on.

It took him a couple of seconds to fully understand what I had told him. His eyes shot wide open as his hold on my shoulder grew tighter. “That’s because you’re friends with them?” He asked again, sheer incredulity all over his features. It sounded awful coming from his mouth.

“Well, Louis and I are more than friends,” I clarified just remembering that the day before he had asked me, officially, to be his girlfriend. That only put a little smile on my face.

I saw Kevin’s features became serious as he understood everything that was happening in that moment: the crowd outside the station, the attack, my passive reaction to everything. And he was getting mad. “How can you accept that? You can’t let those girls to treat you like that because you fancy some pop star. You deserve better!” He practically yelled at me and I stepped back a few steps.

I knew I didn’t deserve that treatment and unfairness, but I knew what I was getting into from the very beginning. This wasn’t a surprise. The amount of hatred was beyond what I expected, but definitely not a surprise. I couldn’t complain. I chose it.

“I don’t just fancy him, okay? I really care about him and I knew this was gonna happen. You don’t have to lecture me about what I deserve and what I don’t. The problem is not with me, it’s with those fucking girls outside. I chose to be with Louis knowing something like this was going to happen,” I told him firmly, strongly squeezing my fists and my eyes boring into his soul. I wanted to make my point clear here. I was a grown up girl, I knew what I was doing with my life.

“Is he really worth it?” He asked and I knew he couldn’t actually see why I was doing this. Of course he couldn’t, he didn’t feel what I did.

“Definitely,” I replied without hesitation.

Louis wasn’t a simple crush.

Louis wasn’t just someone I fancied.

Louis wasn’t just a fling.

Louis was so much more for me, what I felt for him overwhelmed me when I thought about it. The way my heart raced wasn’t normal, I’d never felt like this before and yes, he was one hundred times worth anything. I was never going to doubt that.

“I hope he sees that. If he doesn’t appreciate what you are doing here, I’m gonna kick his bloody arse until he tastes it,” Kevin promised and I couldn’t help giggling.

“If you touch his arse, the fans will kill you. Not for touching him, but for touching his butt. They have issues, mate. I’m telling you.” And it was his turn to laugh.

At least the tense situation had passed and we were laughing. Yes, the issue was still there, we still could hear the girls outside, but Kevin accepted that it was my decision and I was serious about it.

“Gotta go, Kevin. Joy is waiting for me,” I told him and he nodded with a smile, yet I still could see concern in his eyes.

Kevin was older than me and he was very protective. He got along with everyone and was a nice lad; everyone liked him. As Joy and I were the youngest in the station, he always felt like he had to protect us. So it wasn’t weird that he had reacted that way with what happened. It was his nature somehow.

“See ya around,” he said and it was my turn to nod. Then I walked away to the conference room where Joy should be waiting for me so we could work on the contest. By when I got there, I was feeling a bit better about the whole situation outside the station. Yes, I still was mad, but I had to move on, I couldn’t just let those stupid girls affect me that much.

When I walked into the conference room, Joy was practically freaking out and ready to kill someone, fuming around the place and I just stood there, confusedly looking at her as she ranted about something.

What was going on?

“Joy?” I asked very confused, my hand still on the knob of the door and a little frown on my face. “You okay?”

“Did you see those bitches outside?” She snapped looking angrier and I just stepped back automatically, I didn’t even think about it. “They almost didn’t let me get in time! I wanna throw a bomb at them and see how their parts fly all over the place!”

“Woah, calm down,” I told her walking towards her and grabbing her by the shoulders. She had probably been like that for a while and without me there to help her… it was a miracle she hadn’t kill anyone yet. “Breathe in and tell me what happened.”

She did what I told her and even closed her eyes for a few seconds, breathing deeply. “Did you see the girls outside?” She asked and I would have told her what happened to me if she weren’t that upset. I would tell her later. So instead, I just nodded. I saw curiosity in her eyes but she didn’t go deeper in the matter. “Well, when I got to the station, these girls tried to stop me, demanding me to fuck off and things like that. And, what’s wrong with them? We are doing this whole contest for them and this is how they pay us? We are working our arse off and this is how they pay? They are bloody idiots! I hate them!” She cried out and she was right. This was an opportunity for them to meet the boys and instead of thinking of a good answer; they were there, acting like idiots because they were immature little twats.

“And I swear if they ever say something to you, I will bloody murder them. One by one like they were zombies in the apocalypse,” she threatened and I just giggled. Better not tell her about what happened or my friend was going to end up in prison. I needed my best friend.

“Okay, breathe and let’s work. You can think of very painful ways of kill those little girls out there later, okay?” I proposed with a smile massaging her shoulders to release some tension.

“Ugh! I want to throw all those recordings in their fucking faces!” She cried out one more time, making me laugh again.

“Okay, okay, but we need to listen to them first. You can throw the ones we don’t select at them and, maybe, if they are lucky, they will be hit with their own recording.” And with that picture in her mind, she started laughing like an idiot and I joined her.

“You’re right. Let’s do this,” she agreed after our laughter faded away.

So we started playing more recordings to select the few better ones for the boys. We had already forty pre-selected calls, we needed ten more for the boys the next day. Normally it wasn’t that hard to pick the lucky calls, we already were used to the pattern and picked those that were original. But the calls of the previous day were different in a bad way. And that didn’t help Joy and her bad mood that day.

Because I won’t never be like that whore Louis is dating now.

Because I would never use our Boo-bear like that slut. If you listen to this, I hope you die, whore!

Because, clearly, I do love Louis. Not like that cunt.

And like those, there were plenty of more calls with the same style. Joy took my hand every time a call like that came out and I knew she was growing madder and more concerned about me. It was horrible that those girls hated me so much, and I started to wonder if I was ever going to get a break from now on.

I felt my eyes burning with the tears I was fighting to keep at bay. It wasn’t that I believed what they said. I knew my feelings for Louis were pure and honest, I knew I wanted the best for him, I knew I truly cared about him. Those girls were just spreading lies, believing bullshit. What made me want to cry was the powerless feeling that was consuming me, the fact I couldn’t do anything about it. I couldn’t yell at them that they were wrong, that I really cared about Louis. I could only listen to their wrong thoughts about me.

Then a special call came, one I never expected to listen.

I already know them… I mean, I’m in the band with them… I’m part of the band. Why am I calling? I’m stupid. Whatever, I just wanted to say: Havi, you are incredible. I’ll see you soon, my beautiful girlfriend.

And like that, with those few words, all those bad feelings vanished and my dinosaurs went crazy. Nothing mattered, all that unjustified hatred didn’t matter as long as I had him.

I knew another thing those girls didn’t know: I loved Louis Tomlinson.

-:-:-:-

Dedication goes to @aramella because I loved her comment on the last chapter and I really liked how you put how Maca would be great for Harry.

Follow me on twitter @BelWatson
Bel, xx