You and Louis were going to watch a football match. You both got into the car, and headed that way.
When you arrived, there was obvisouly a large group of fans there waiting for Louis. You silently sighed and walked out of the car, Louis placing his hand on the small of your back.
"I'm not stopping for any pictures babe." He whispered to you. You nodded, the group getting closer to you. When you and Louis were so close to passing them, some girls stepped in front of him blocking his way. You immediately stepped back, allowing him to sign things, take
Pictures, ect.
After about 10 minuets, his hand found yours, intertwining them. He once again led you, this time passing more groups of girls.
"Beard!" They screamed.
"Your just a coverup. Larry is real! Your a fake bitch." The screams filled the lounge in the arena. You learned what 'beard' meant, when you got countless tweets accusing you of being one everyday. Your head suddenly fell, hanging low. You could feel your eyes slowly start to swell with tears, and you hoping Louis wouldn't notice. He suddenly stopped walking, making you stop walking.
"You all aren't really fucking fans!" He screamed back. You looked up, astonished.
"Shes my girlfriend! My cute, beautiful, polite, fun, amazing girlfriend. She shouldn't have to go through all this bullshit. I'm just disappointed in you girls." He said, the group growing silent. He started walking again, but stopping in another corner.
"Everything I just said, is true. I love you so much Y/N. I truly wish people could accept that. But until then, I guess we are our own kind of Romeo and Juliet, with unliked love." He smirked. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slowly, kissed you.
