Chapter 2

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^Louis' meet and greet outfit

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As I run off the stage all I hear is the defending screams of my fans, excited to have seen my concert, but almost saddened now that it is over.

I quickly rush around to find the small room dedicated to getting changed, when I am met by the (unfortunately) familiar sight of a man with greyish brown hair and black glasses framing his deep brown eyes, that are filled with rage.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT" he screams, so loud that I secretly hope that some of the fans heard.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lie, because the only thing that he seems to ever talk to me about is not acting like, as he calls it, a 'faggot'

"well maybe I can refresh your memory" he says in a creepily calm manner. Now I am one hundred percent sure of what he is going to say.

"When you were on stage, you read I sign A fan being gay, and said that you love them no Matter what"

"And what's wrong with that? It's the truth." I sass back

"You can't say things like that or people will figure out that you are a fucking faggot" he hisses.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU" I yell, and then I push past him to change for my fan meet and greet that starts in, shit, 10 minutes.

I change from sweaty clothes to a pair of black skinny jeans, a white singlet and a light blue denim jacket.

I pick up my personal phone, the one with a pride flag on the case, to check the time.

"Fuck" I say, noticing I am running late because of that lovely interaction with Simon.

I Sprint as fast as I can, considering I just spent 2 hours singing, dancing (if you can call it that) and interacting with my 'faggot' fans.

By the time I get there, I am 5 minutes late.

"Shit, Simon is going to kill me" I mumble to myself, still catching my breath.

As I walk out to the area where the fans are lining up, one specific fan catches my eye.

He has lips pink like roses that grow near an aqua lake, shoulder length curls coloured of chocolate, making him look feminine, and then we make eye contact. His eyes. His eyes look of emeralds.

I'm fucked.

A/n: unfortunately, this book is toplinson, so Lou is not actually fucked.
Anyway I'm pretty proud of this chapter :)

Love y'all ♥️

-Gem

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