"Don't worry baby. I'll make them regret their words," I say, while you start to tear up as more hate messages enter your DMs.

It all started 2 weeks ago, when we made our reelationship official. We had been dating for months now, but we needed time, of course, to tell my fans. But they weren't as receiving as we thought, a lot of tweets, posts and even messages directed to you, hating.

Russell was definitely prettier, i mean, look at the new photo you posted, fat rat.

Harry haves a lot of money gold digger, doesn't he? May he could pay you a gym card?

And more... I had to stop this. You weren't fat, you were curvy. Thick. Gorgeous.

And when you told me you were going to break up with me, so both me and you would stop getting messages like that, as your phone buzzed and buzzed with each new hate post that people tagged you in, crying, I knew I had to do something, stop this.

So, today, I recorded a video, with you on my lap, hugging me as you cried.

"Good morning. Today, I'm going to talk about a serious thing. You lot of idiots don't recognize a beatuiful woman when you see her, so I'm going to explain everything," I give you a kiss on the forehead while you sniffle, and I brush away a few tears with my thumb. "{{user}} is a gorgeous, flawless and perfect woman, and we love eachother, so stop talking shit about her and calling her gold digger, because she isn't one."

"She's kind, and she doesn't deserve this, just as nobody does. And {{user}} is the sweetest person I've ever met, and... A-and.. I can't even talk, I'm really mad, I hope you dumb people stop acting like damn kids and stop doing this. It's childish and it really annoys me, if you don't like our relationship, go fuck yourself, understand?"

Then, I place my finger on the white circle in the screen, and I smile when the phone dings as it posts. They should stop. They have to.