“It’s not a leak, it’s stealing, it’s theft,” Anne says.
Y/N hadn’t come down stairs to greet them, she was too scared, too embarrassed. Anne was the first to find out, she had woken up and checked her twitter. Only to see his son’s girlfriend everywhere, and every inch of her. She was naked, bare, no clothes on her body, as she laid in the bed her and Harry shared, pictures her son had taken to have of her. It seemed like a good idea at the time, until someone had hacked into his phone.
The call didn’t come from Anne, it came from Y/N’s father. He was heated, he was about to fly in and murder Harry for being so stupid, for allowing her to pose like that. When Y/N found out she couldn’t force herself out of bed, she called out of work, not caring, she couldn’t face the world, not today.
“How is she?” Anne asked, gripping her mug and looking at her son, he didn’t even have time to change, he just slipped on some sweatpants.
Harry shakes his head, it had only been four hours since she found out. But when she did the happiness faded from her face, her eyes seemed dull, her skim got pale, and she seemed to have shut down. She laid in bed, blankets covering her, her phone shut off, she didn’t want any contact to the outside world.
“She’s still in bed,” Harry sighed, “she’s to embarrassed to come downstairs.”
Anne sighed, lowering her gaze to the tea in front of her, “is there anything I can do?”
Harry shook his head, bringing his mug to his lips. He leaned against the island, a frown on his lips, “how can they do this to someone? To her? To me?” Harry asked, “thought they supported me.”
“How can someone be so cruel?” Anne asked, shaking her head, “did any pictures of you get out?”
“No, just her, I was never in them,” Harry sighed. He wished, he wished with all his heart the pictures where of him. Y/N was a private person, she was different. She wasn’t famous, she wasn’t an A-List celebrity, she didn’t want to be known by everyone.
“This is such a mess,” Anne says softly.
And then they both hear it, a crash from up stairs, Harry sets down his mug running up. He opens the door to his room to see the shattered mirror, Y’N’s phone laid next to the piece’s. She sits on the bed, sobs leaving her body, tears running down her cheeks and Harry knows that cry.
She could hardly breath, her hands shaking. Harry made his way over to the bed, pulling her close to him, he could feel her tears on his exposed chest. Her hands gripped his arms, holding him tighter, he ran his hand through her hair gently, lovingly, trying to calm her down.
“I’m so sorry baby, I’m so sorry,” he repeated, kissing her forehead, “‘‘s all my fault, I shouldn’t have taken those.”
She cries harder, “everyone knows, my boss, my family,” she sobbed, “your family.”
“I’m so sorry, kitten, I’m so sorry,” he repeats, not knowing what else to say, so he just holds her, as tight as he can.
He closes his eyes, keeping her close, her cries die down, and he breathing is shallow and steady. Her grip on him is lose and her eyes close, relaxing into him until she’s asleep. Anne knocks on the door, and he looks over, gently setting Y/N on the pillow, pulling a blanket over her.
“She needs support right now,” Anne says softly, “I think it may be best if she stays with us, if you both stay with us, just think about it, I’m going to head out okay?”
Harry stands but she shakes her head, “stay, I know where the door is,” she smiled.
“I love you mum,” Harry says.
“I love you, and give Y/N my love, this doesn’t change my love for her,” Anne says, walking out of the room.