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+ chapter two;

[ Harry ]

"You bloody idiot!" I screamed and Louis groaned.

"Stop screaming you twat! Your making my head hurt." he said and raised his both hands to massage his temples. I groaned and my hand raised along with his.

"Well you fuckin stop? I need to fuckin pee." I snapped and he dropped his hands. I rolled my eyes and glanced at him.

"Oh fuck no, don't try to make eye contact with me while you're peeing." he said, diverting his eyes away. I snickered and glanced away. Occasionally, I would flickered my eyes towards him. Could you blame me really? He was beautiful.

"How many gallons can you bloody hold, Harold?" he whined and walked around the rest room. He pulled my hand with him and I stumbled back. I sat right on my ass and heard him giggled.

"Did you just giggle?" I smirked, standing myself onto his feet. I saw his cheeks turning red and he shook his head.

"Fuck no, are you done? I would really like to find that bloody cop." He said and I nodded.

"Yeh, just let me wash my hands." I said and hauled him towards the sink. He scoffed and I rolled my eyes.

"What prissy washes they're hands?" he said and I glared at him. He put his hands up, pulling my up as well.

"This is your fault." I whispered and he slammed close the faucet.

"Oh really?" he snapped, but I didn't flinch. There was no way that this guy was going to ruin my chances. We hard worked so hard to have this .... this .... guy to ruin it.

"Yes fuckin really! I was just rocking out and then you had to start a fight!" I said and he scoffed.

"That fight had nothing to do with you! It wasn't any of your concern. But no. Here comes mr.church music to save the day!" he said, backing me up to a wall of the bathroom stall.

"None of that hardly even makes sense! But no surprise there. You don't even go to UNI, huh? Your just a stupid, and poor boy who can't afford anything in life." I spat and his eyes darkened.

"You fuckin prick." he yelled and threw a punch but with all my force I stopped it. He groaned. "FUCKIN HANDCUFFS."

I smirked and pushed him off. "Don't fuckin try to hit me again."

"Oh yeah? What you going to do? Sing me a church song." he scoffed and I felt my face turning red.

"I'm not singing church songs!" I screamed and ran a hand through my curls.

"C'mon lets go find the cop." said Louis, his voice calmer. I furrowed my eyebrows. How the fuck did this bastard go from bloody mad to calm. He was bipolar.  Mhm, that was it.

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"What!" screamed Louis. He lifted his right hand, the on cuffed to mine, and scratched his eyebrow. "Well, when will she come back?"

The official opened this notebook, which I assume is where they signed out. He searched and searched.

"Ah, yes. Officer Teasdale will be back tomorrow. 6o'clock sharp." He said and Louis groaned.

"Is there no other way of fixing this." he gestured, but more towards me than the handcuffs. The officer lifted out cuffs and inspected it.

" M'fraid not, lads. Officer Teasdale loves buying extra cuffs. And no two officers have the same key." he shrugged and I sighed. I reached for a cup of water, unaware that I had dragged Louis.

"Will you stand still." he snapped and I frowned. I walked towards a stand of magazines and heard him growl.

"Well, I see your problem" he said, and his radio came on. "But there's not much I can do. Just wait for Officer Teasdale tomorrow. But until then, if I were you lads; I'd learn to get along."

With that, he left sprinting to his car. I heard Louis groaning behind me. I rolled my eyes, and practically walked us both back to the festival sight.

"This is going to be a long 24 hours." Said Louis, mostly to himself.