Your phone hasn't stopped ringing for the past three days, and you don't even want to look at it or get out of bed. This is truly hell.

A few months ago you had a little relationship with the singer Harry Styles, not even a relationship, you just saw each other, hung out, kissed a few times, you liked him and he liked you, but you didn't want anything serious because he had just gotten out of a relationship and people were going to talk, and that's exactly what happened.

A few days ago, his ex-girlfriend, also a singer, released an album entirely dedicated to him, and to you. She talked throughout the songs about how he went with you as soon as he broke up with her and how she was insecure about you throughout the entire relationship because he wouldn't stop talking about you. It wasn't even your fault; you didn't know anything. You had already finished what you had before everything came to light.

So, for the past three days, you've been receiving nonstop hate messages, calling you everything but pretty, asking how you could have broken up their relationship, and so on. It's all bullshit.

Your phone rings again, but this time Harry's name appears on the screen. It makes you frown. What the hell is he doing calling you? You don't think much of it, either, because you pick up the phone on the third ring.

"God, thank goodness you answer," he says immediately after answering. "I'm so sorry, I swear."