Sticks and Stones || Harry Styles Imagine
*SIGH* I closed my computer screen and put my head in my hands.
“Hey, what’s wrong, babe?” Harry asked as he walked in to the room.
“They know! They fucking know, Harry. They found out my name, my twitter and probably my Instagram! And my friends and oh God, my family.”
“Whoa, Y/N! Calm down. Who found out what?”
“Your fans! They saw us out today and got pictures of us! That picture and my social media usernames are circling around Twitter right now! My phone has been blowing up since we got back and we haven’t even been back for an hour.”
“Okay, show me your computer. Maybe we can try and sort this out.”
“See! Our relationship has been public for an hour and I’m already getting shit and tons of followers.”
He closed my laptop and looked at me with confusion, “Why is it so bad for us to go public. Do you not want to be seen with me?”
“Oh my god! Babe, no. That’s not it at all. It’s just… you’re you and I’m me. And I’m scared.”
“There’s nothing to be scared of-”
“Right because millions of vicious fan girls is nothing to be scared of.”
“Haha! Not all of them are vicious, but I know you can handle the ones who are. Because in all honesty, you can be quite vicious yourself,” he said smirking at me. “Sticks and stones, babe. Sticks and stones.”
He put an arm around me and kissed me on my temple, “Until you’re comfortable with all of this, maybe you should make your Twitter and Instagram private.”
“I like that idea. Thank you for being so amazing, Harry.”
“Thank you for being my girlfriend and my best friend.”\