Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Paparazzi Or How I Had The Best Tiramisu Ever

Hi everyone, really long chapter tonight, but I wasn't sure I how I should split it into two, so you'll just have to read it all in one. I hope you are all doing well! This will probably be the last chapter until Friday because I am at my parents' at the moment, but I'll probably write something on the weekend. All the love, Summer xxx

The musical was amazing. It was great for me to spend two hours in a completely different world than my own, although I cried a little bit when the king died because it reminded me of my dad. Louis never let go of my hand and when the musical had ended, it was like we were waking up from a very good dream. "That was fantastic, thank you so much for taking me!" I exclaimed and wrapped my arms around Louis who chuckled and hugged me back. "I'm glad you had such a great time." Pulling away a little bit, I smiled up at him and saw his blue eyes looking down at me. "The best, seriously."

He gave me a wide smile and then let go off me, only to intertwine our fingers again. "Are you hungry? I got reservations at a nice restaurant about twenty minutes from here. Only if you'd like to go, of course." he added hastily and I grinned up at him. "I am assuming this is a hypothetical question?" His grin turned into a smirk and he poked my side, making me squeak, which earned me a couple of weird looks from the people around us. "I forgot that you're always hungry." Tugging at my hand, he carefully guided me through the crowd, always keeping his head down to avoid being seen or recognised.

We made it to the car in one piece and I hoped that we would be able to get into the restaurant and then back home without anyone recognising Louis. He opened the door for me and then quickly made his way around the car and climbed into the driver's seat. "Are you okay, love?" he asked and shot me a concerned look. "Oh, I'm fine, don't worry about me." Not entirely convinced, he shot me another look, but then turned his concentration back on the road. We drove in silence for a couple of seconds, before I spoke up again.

"Louis?" I asked quietly and he hummed, but didn't take his eyes off the road. "What would I... what do I do if we encountered  paps or fans?"I watched him from the side, as he navigated the car through the heavy London traffic, taking a few seconds before he replied to my question. "Well, if it's the paps just ignore them and hide your face behind your hair. Keep your head down and hold onto my hand and I will protect you from them." He shot me a crooked smile, before the car came to a stop at a traffic light and he turned his head to look at me. "And if we meet fans, just be your amazing, kind self and stay as calm as you can. Remember, you were, or still are, one of them and put yourself into their shoes, alright?" I nodded and he reached over the gear shift and gave my leg a light squeeze, before the cars in front of us started to move again.

"And if they asked us if I'm your girlfriend?" Once again, my mouth was faster than my brain and I immediately regretted asking the question. Louis didn't reply straightaway, but instead kept his eyes on the road. "Well, that's entirely up to you, love. Like I said, I would love to show you off to the world, but I know that you aren't ready for that yet, so as long as you are not happy about being seen with me in a relationship outside of the safety of our close friends and family, we don't have to reply to the question, or just say that we're good friends." His blue eyes met mine and he gave me a reassuring smile, which I returned. "Thank you for being so understanding, Lou." I thanked him quietly and he nodded, his concentration once again on the cars in front of us.

When we pulled up outside the restaurant there weren't any paparazzi in sight and I let out a sigh of relief. "Ready to go in, love?" Louis asked me from the seat next to me and I pulled a face and nodded. "I am starving, so let's go." He grinned and guided me towards the entrance, his hand securely on my lower back. The waitress at the entrance did a double take when she spotted Louis and nervously fixed her hair. "Good evening, welcome to Osteria Dell' Angolo!" She gave both of us a wide smile and then looked down the reservation list in front of her. "Did you book the table for two at the very back, Sir?" she asked Louis and blushed a little bit under his gaze (who could blame her?) when he gave her a warms smile. "Yes, that's us."