Seriously? This was asking to be made.
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People say, we shouldn't be together
We're too young, to know about forever
But I say, they don't know
What they're talk talk talkin about (talk talk talkin about)
"Look Louis, here's another one." Harry said, voice full of hurt. "Louis is obviously in love with Eleanor. He can't stand Harry. You're all fucking idiots."
Louis sighed. "Harry, don't-"
"Harry, you're such a fucking faggot. Louis would never love you, he has Eleanor. You're just a walking STD. Go back to you're 410." Harry read out, on the verge of tears. Louis took another step closer, but Harry just took one back.
"This one is my favorite Louis." He started. "Harry Styles needs to go kill himself. Louis is straight and would never date a whore like him. I hope he catches something from one of those bitches and dies." Harry backed up against the wall, sliding down, throwing his phone, and tucking his knees to his chest.
Louis' breath hitched as he ran to Harry's side. Harry had always looked up bad things about himself, but this was different. It was on an entirely different level.
Cause this love, is only getting stronger
And I don't wanna wait, any longer
I just want to tell the world that your mine
"Look at me Harry." Louis demanded. "Look at me." Harry slowly looked up at Louis, eyes red and puffy from crying. "Don't listen to them, Haz. All that matters is that I love you, and the boys love you, and our families love you. Don't listen to what they say."
Harry shook his head. "Everything they say matters, Louis. You know it does. The more fans hate me, then...then...then maybe management will break us up. Maybe they'll kick me out of the band." Realisation hit Harry and he was soon in tears again.
Louis bit his lip, taking out his phone and opening twitter. He was going to get in so much trouble for this, but it was worth it.
'@Louis_Tomlinson: If I see any of you sending @Harry_Styles hate, I will block and report you all. Harry is a perfectly sound lad. He doesn't need shit from "fans".
Oh, they don't know about the things we do
They don't know about the "I Love You"s
But I bet you if they only knew
They would just be jealous of us
They don't know about the up all nights
They don't know I've waited all my life
Just to find a love that feels this right
Baby they don't know about, they don't know about us
Louis' phone rang as soon as he sent out the tweet. And he didn't even need to look at the caller I.d. to see who it was. He glanced down at Harry, who had retrieved his phone, and hesitantly answered the call.
"Hello?"
"Louis. What was that tweet you sent out?" Louis grimaced. He knew this was going to happen. It always did. He could never defend Harry on twitter. He could barely even tweet him.
"Harry was getting a lot more hate then usual, so I fixed the problem. Glad we had this talk." He was so close to hanging up, but management knew him too well.
