Nude Part Two
It had been a week, a long week. Y/N was fired, the company did not want to be linked with the press that came with Y/N. She had been harassed, not just on social media, but the photographers were letting their hands wonder on her body, her dad could hardly look at her, her family wouldn’t talk to her.
She wouldn’t get out of bed, she wouldn’t eat. She would just lay there, wrapped in the white sheets, dark circles under her eyes, her usual bright eyes were dull, no emotions, no feelings, she would just stare at the ceiling, or stare at Harry.
He would bring food up to her, he would bring her water, snack, anything he could, but she refused them all. Occasionally she would drink and have a couple of chips, but it was rare, it hardly happened. He could hear her cries, he could feel her pain.
“Thank you so much for understanding James,” Harry says into the phone, leaning against the door way, watching her.
She was asleep, as usual, her eyes closed, lips parted as soft snores left her mouth, “I understand, we can find another week,” James says into the phone, “how is everything?”
“‘s not good,” Harry responds, “I offered to go to my mum’s, she could stay there for the week, and she said no, I just-I can’t leave her alone right now. It’s my fault.”
“You’re young, you’re doing what young people do,” James says, “sadly you just have the whole world watching you, watching her.”
“‘s not fair to her,” Harry frowned.
“You’re right, and it’s not fair to you, but it happened, it’s done. Now you just have to work through it, together,” James says.
She stirs in bed and Harry stands, “I’ll call you later, I’m so sorry.”
He hangs up, taking his spot next to her on the bed, and praying that she’ll wake up, that she’ll smile at him.
“Morning,” she croaks, sitting in bed, knees to her chest, Harry looks up from the door way, wrapping his towel around his waist.
“Glad to see you awake,” he smiled softly, grabbing a shirt.
She looks at the sheets in front of her, “it’s Gem’s birthday,” she whispered, “promised her I would go.”
“You don’t have to,” Harry says, “we don’t have to, she’ll understand.”
“I have to get out of this house at some point,” she says.
“My mum has been dying to see you,” Harry smiled.
She just stands, walking to the closet, “if it gets too much we can leave,” Harry promises.
Anne’s house is filled with family, Gemma’s work friends, and neighbors. Harry steps in first, he immediately feels her grip tighten on his hand, her other hand coming up to his arm as she holds on to him, hiding behind his tall and lanky frame.
“Harry!” Anne smiled, walking over, “oh Y/N! I’ve missed you,” she wraps her arm around her, rubbing her back, she steps back, “how are you doing?”
“‘m fine,” she mumbles, Harry grabs her hand again, bringing it up to his lips.
“She’s a though one,” Harry says.
“Y/N! You came!” Gemma yells, walking over, “oh I’m so happy you came.”
“Happy birthday,” she responds.
She keeps close to Harry all night, trying to not pay any mind to the others. They stand whispering and pointing, she even caught one person glancing between their phone and her, making sure it was the right person.
She felt naked, she knew she was dressed. She could feel the long sleeved dress hugging her body, she could feel the fabric, but it didn’t matter. Every one saw the freckle on her stomach, the one on her right breast, they all knew about the stretch marks on her lower stomach, they had all seen her. They had all seen every inch of her.
“I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” Harry says to her, “will you be okay?”
He tilts her chin up, concerned eyes on her, “yeah,” she nods, he presses a soft kiss on her lips and slips away.
“Y/N right?” a man says, he stands in Harry’s old spot, “‘m Fred, I work with Gemma.”
“Nice to meet you,” she whispered.
Fred steps closer, close enough she can smell the alcohol on his breath, “I’m Harry’s girlfriend.”
“I think you’re lovely,” he ignored her last remarks, placing a hand on her waist.
“Please get off,” she says, her heart racing.
His hand lowers to her butt, giving it a hard squeeze, she screeched. Shoving him off, or attempting but he doesn’t break, “get away from her,” Anne snaps, walking into the kitchen, “and get the hell out of my house.”
Fred steps back, holding his hands up, “Y/N, come here honey,” Anne says sharply.
Y/N walks over, standing behind her, “get out of my house, now,” Anne repeats, voice low.
“We were just talking Anne, come on we are all here for Gemma,” Fred chuckled, setting his cup down.
“I don’t want you anywhere near my family, that includes Y/N,” Anne hissed.
“Hey, she wanted it, those pictures were nice, I was just trying to compliment her,” Fred says.
“Get the hell out! I will not ask you again,” Anne yelled.
“Gemma don’t you want me here?” Fred asked, turning to the tall light haired girl who stumbled in, “right Gem.”
“He touched Y/N and if I have to ask again I will call the cops,” Anne sneered.
“Get out!” Gemma snaps, “this is your last warning or I will get Harry.”
“She’s just a little slut anyways,” Fred spat, shoving past her, hitting Y/N’s shoulder.
She stumbled but Anne grips on to her, helping her. Her once full of life eyes stay on where Fred had just walked out, Anne holds her, rubbing her arm, “don’t listen to him honey, please don’t listen to him,” Anne whispered in her ear.
“What an asshole,” Gemma hissed, embracing Y/N.
Gemma runs her hands through Y/N’s hair, “I’m so sorry Y/N, you didn’t deserve that, you don’t deserve any of this,” she whispered.
“I-I shouldn’t have taken them,” Y/N sobs.
Gemma’s eyes snap up as someone walks in. Harry stands, his eyes softening at the sight, Gemma keeps Y/N in her arms, rubbing her back, “we love you Y/N and those pictures didn’t change anything,” Anne says softly, “you have us, you have Harry, you’re family, those pictures do not define you. Who ever stole them is a horrible person.”
“I’m so sorry,” Harry says.
Y/N pulls away from Gemma, shaking her head, her hand reaching up to wipe the tears away, “it’s not your fault Harry, please stop blaming yourself,” Y/N pleads, “please.”
“It’s no ones fault,” Anne says.
“I’m sorry about Fred,” Gemma says.
“What happened?” Harry asked quickly.
As Anne explains the story Y/N takes the time to slip away to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She fixes the smudged mascara, wiping it away with toilet paper. She takes in a deep breath, trying to relax.
The door opens and Harry peaks in, a small smile on his face, “you’re moms kind of a badass, I’ve never seen her that angry,” she says, sniffling.
“That’s cause no one messes with her family,” Harry chuckled, closing the door behind him, “how you holding up.”
“I’ll be okay,” she promises, wrapping her arms around him, “I have a lovely boyfriend and his family for support.”
“We are pretty cool,” Harry says, a proud smile on his face.
“I don’t blame you,” she says, “I promise.”
“We’ll get through this together, and you know what, Jack was a dumbass in firing you, you were the best worker,” Harry stated, “we can get you a new and much better job.”
“And anyone who thinks these pictures are an excuse to grab you are sick perverts and will have to go through me, we are a team Y/N. You get hurt, I get hurt, we will work through this together okay?” Harry’s hands come to her cheeks, cupping them.
“Yeah,” she nods, “together.”
“Forever,” he mumbles, kissing her.
“Forever and always.”