This is a continuation of last chapter. VERY SHORT!!
Louis pov:
Me and Harry are walking to the car behind Niall, with Liam and Zayn behind us. Niall's already in the car, cause he goes fast because of his anxiety.
we're about halfway to the car when I hear someone yell out "Harry you're a fag!" A paparazzi yells out. Harry starts crying, running to the car. I turn around and face the paparazzi.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Yell at him, filled with rage. Everyone quiets down, wanting to watch and hear this. "What did you just say ya fookin' loosah?" I spit. "My Hazza is the most beautiful, precious, amazing man on the fucking planet, and you call him that? You disgust me. Y'know what? How 'bout you fucking apologize." I say.
"Never. He's a fucking fa-" I don't let him finish, as I punch him in the face. "I hope you learned something today. Keep his name out of your mouth you bitch." I say as I go to the car.
As soon as I see my Hazza I sit right next to him. He smiles at me. "I love you so much Lou, thank you." He whispers. "I love you too baby." I whisper back.
"Did you mean it? That I'm the most beautiful, precious, amazing man?" He whispers again. "Absolutely." I say as I kiss him.
The kiss is sweet and passionate, and everything I want, but then it starts to get needy and I have to pull away before I can't control myself.
We make our way to the stadium and start rehearsal.
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