Harry’s POV:
I stood there awkwardly as Isabel cried, never explaining why she was so upset. Eleanor and Louis joined as Eleanor took Isabel to the restrooms, leaving Louis and I there confused, “What did you do Harry?” Louis turned to me in disbelief.
“I didn’t do anything!” I yelled out angrily.
“What was she crying so hard about?” he peered at me skeptical.
“Lou. I am your best mate, do you not believe me now?” I glared at him, picking up Isabel’s mask, the stupid councilor’s superstition running through my head.
“I don’t know Harry? You are my best lad and all, but you have a bad habit of making girls cry.” He laughed teasing me.
“Not funny Lou!” I glowered.
“Maybe you shouldn’t reject everyone.” He smirked at me being uncomfortable.
I was about to say something back but decided against it, and just left Louis there, “Wait Harry! I do think I know a little bit about what’s going on with Isabel.”
I turned on him quickly, “What do you know?”
“Well when I was searching for her, someone else had got to her before me, and I couldn’t reach her. I think whoever she danced with must have said something.”
Louis seemed upset, so I believed him, “Lets go find Eleanor and Isabel.”
We both left the hall to search for our girlfriends, when someone stepped in front of us, “Harry.”
I knew exactly who it was from his voice, “Dad.”
“Who’s your friend here?” I knew he was checking up on me, making sure I was with a suitable friend of the right upbringing, “Dad this is Louis Tomlinson. Louis, this is Des Styles, the governor of Florida.”
I could see his eyes approving even through his mask, “The son of Troy Austin? I did hear he had a kid.”
I saw Louis’s lips thin out in anger, holding back what he wish he could say, “Dad, we have to go.”
“Nice meeting you son.” I watched as my dad shook Louis’s hand, Louis trying everything in him to not crush his hand.
“Let’s go.” I whispered pulling Louis with me.
“Your dad is a prick.”
I raised an eyebrow, “You learned all that in just one question?”
“Yes. You could just see through to his dead soul, that he has to have you with rich friends.” Louis spat out, “I don’t even want to be connected with my dad, even hear his name around me.” Louis took off in front me, storming around in complete anger.
“Hey Lou!” he swirled around, almost toppling over with so much anger, “I’m sorry okay. To let you know, I never did pick you just because of your parent’s background. I love you lad, you’re my best mate.”
Louis settled down after that, shaking his head and smiling, “Love you too mate.” As he strolled over, thumping his arm around me, the both of us together, walking to find Eleanor and Isabel.
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Isabel’s POV:
I slid down the wall in the ladies restroom, ignoring the older ladies looks of disapproval, “Do you want a wet cloth?” Eleanor was sweet and trying to be nice to me without prying too much.
“That’s okay, but thank you.” I smiled up at her worried face.
I patted the ground next to me, asking her to sit down, she peered around, fixing her mask, then sat cautiously next to me, “It’s okay Eleanor, I’m not going to ruin your reputation.”
