Fireproof

I open the lobby door for Cheyanne, but through the blacken windows I can already see the fans, mainly because they're pressed against the glass and the screaming. I grab Cheyanne's elbow and pull her back in the lobby. I shut the door quickly. ''What are you doing?''she asks confused. She looks..nice.

"The fans are out there..I want to warn you.''I say and she nods, raising her eye brows a little, still confused I can tell. ''You're going to hear things from them about you.. some good.. some bad.. and tonight and tomorrow your picture will be all over magazines and the internet. So, are you sure you want to walk out that door?"I ask her. I just don't want her to her those means things they could say.

"I'm not afraid to hear things..Harry..''She tells me. I nod gently before grabbing the door handle. ''Stay close to me, okay?''I mumble and she nods. ''Hold on to my arm."I tell her. She puts both her hands on my left bicep just as I open the door.

I try my best to fight through the crowd, but its hard when you have a few hundred girls in the middle of the street all crowded around you, busting your eardrums over and over again and giving you a major headache... And I'm trying not to focus on the god damn comments..buts it hard not too.

"Oh my god..look at her shirt! She's so pretty!"
"Eww..she looks like a prostitute."
"Is that Harry's new girlfriend? They're so cute together.."
"More like a whore.Ha..''

Finally, I get to my car. I open the passenger door and Cheyanne lets go of my arm and climbs in. I shut the door and make my way to the other side quickly. I do the same as she did, except I slam the door shut.
~
It was very quiet. I was driving to my house, which we will be staying at tonight since we leave tomorrow. Cheyanne hadn't said anything, except singing softly along with the radio. I assume she likes the same music as me, because I had a CD in. It was KISS. Perhaps, she does..

"Harry?''She mumbles.''Yes, love?''I glance over at her. ''Am I.. ugly?''She whispers. From the corner of my eye, I see her looking over at me. ''No..why would you think that?''I ask. ''Some of those girls..said I was ugly..and its all over Twitter.''She sighs. ''You're not ugly.. you're beautiful. Don't let those girls put thoughts in your head, Love. Just don't even acknowledge them.''I tell her and she nods.

To be honest, Cheyanne's beautiful...to me.

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