Fight For You Chapter 28

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The moment you all been waiting for! The chapter that has drama, a little romance, and the telling of feelings! Enjoy my lovelies!(:

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Fight For You Chapter 28

Brooke's Pov:

"I love it," I gasp. "It totally suits you as well," Harry said. I placed my new phone case on my new iPhone. Harry and I were now standing in the middle of the outdoor strip mall by a booth that held phone cases. The others were somewhere else doing their shopping.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "The small blue bow in the corner with the sparkles? Yes totally," he said. "Perfect," I whispered to myself. I handed the cashier guy my money but Harry stopped me from paying, causing me to frown. "Let me. It's your birthday. I should at least pay for the phone case since I bought you the phone," he said. I sighed and nodded. "Only because you bought me the phone." He grinned and handed the guy the money. "Have a nice day," we said before walking away to find the others.

"Is today amazing or what?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. "I guess," I said, messing around with him. He stuck his tongue at me as he pretends to act like a four year old. "You're so childish," I said and stuck my tongue back at him. He laughed and wrapped a protective arm around my shoulder.

"You guys! You guys!" Louis shouted and ran over to us. "Yes?" Harry and I questioned in confusion. He put up one finger as to say 'one moment' as he bent over to steady his breathing. After a moment, he stood back up with a huge grin on his face. "I just saw the perfect shirt for Brooke. Follow me," he said.

He grabbed our upper arms and dragged us over to a store that was next to a shoe store. "Louis," I groaned. We stopped in front of a shirt -that hung on a plastic figure- outside. We walked in the small store and Louis had already began searching through the shirts. I looked up at Harry to see he was stifling a laugh.

"Here it is," Louis said and pulled out a cream, strapless lace top. It was really cute and something I would wear. Louis had chose a good shirt that I for once had took interest in. "I was looking around with Niall, which I completely lost him, and I found this shirt. I thought Brooke will like it," he said. "I love it Louis," I told him the truth. "Good because I already bought it for you," he said and pulled a blue bag from behind his back. My eyes widen for a second before I laughed and took the bag. "Thank you," I said. I pulled him in a hug as he wrapped his arms around me. "You're welcome," he said. I let go and said, "We should go find the others."

"Good idea," Harry said awkwardly. I stifled back a retort as we walked out of the store. "Now where would they be?" I mumbled to myself. "Hurry this way," all of a sudden Louis demanded. We looked at him with a blank expression. "Why-" Harry and I were cut off by our arms being pulled in the opposite direction of our car. We began to run since Louis was and it seemed urgent.

"Louis what's wrong?" Harry asked. "Look behind us," Louis muttered under his breath in irritation. Harry and I looked behind and realization hit us when we saw a large group of men (about six men) with black cameras wrapped around their necks. "Please don't tell me-" "Yes they are Brooke," Louis said. Fear shot through me. Last time we had a run in with the paparazzi and it didn't end well- I ended up running away and having a panic attack. I looked behind me to see they noticed us and were taking pictures. I grabbed onto Harry's and Louis' hand for comfort. Louis looked down at me and gave me a sympathetic smile.

*Click* *Flash*

I looked to our right to see another man with a camera who his behind a fake bush. Harry groaned and stopped running. Louis and I also stopped running because of Harry. "Harry," I said with worry as I tried catching his attention. He didn't even move an inch. "Really?!" Harry shouted at the paparazzi. Anger boiled inside of Harry right now. His face turned bright red as his hands were clenched to his side. The other group of men were running towards Louis and me.

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