Wrong Number (Larry Stylinson)

thirty seven

---Louis' POV---

I groaned as I felt someone tapping on my shoulder. "Stop..."

"Louis..." I heard sniffling and I turned around to see Maddie standing right next to the bed.

I made sure that Harry was fast asleep before sitting up and kicking my feet over the side of the bed. "Aw, love, why are you crying?"

She shook her head and threw herself into my arms. "Do I look like a whore, Lou?"

I gasped. "No, and don't ever say such a thing ever again. You are not a whore and you do not look like one, okay? Who told you that?"

She wiped a tear away and hiccuped. "L-Liam...He was mad because of the pictures that I posted on Instagram. And the twerking video."

I shrugged. "Well, maybe you should keep the number of pics and videos like those at a minimum. Liam is just jealous and he doesn't want anyone looking at you like that but him. But he still shouldn't have called you a whore."

"Well, he didn't. He was going to though. Is that really what people think of me?"

I bit my lip. "Of course not! We don't anyways. But maybe you should stay with me for the rest of the day until you're ready to talk to Liam, alright?"

She nodded and rubbed her eyes. "Yeah. Sorry for interrupting your nap."

I grinned. "No problem."