Untouchable

Chapter 6

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Louis' POV

I stayed as far away from Harry as possible. I had to check his body once a day for new cuts and make sure that he had eaten enough, but other than that, I refused to speak to him.

It was hard, though.

We'd pass each other in the hallways sometimes and we'd brush against each other. Just touching him for a moment made me miss him that much more.

We had another interview. Magazines and talk shows were falling all over themselves trying to get us on. Harry had only done the magazine article and the televised interview. Everybody wanted to be the next one to interview him.

I put zero effort into getting ready. I didn't bother shaving or showering. I put on my baggiest jeans and my most worn t-shirt. I was going to show Harry that I didn't give a flying fuck about him or the interview.

I lazily made myself tea and toast and sat on the counter while I waited for Harry to come downstairs.

When he did, I cringed.

He wasn't wearing a shirt. I could see fading scars littering his chest.

We exchanged brief eye contact before I went back to my toast.

"You have a half hour to get ready," I said, flicking a crumb off of the counter.

"So do you," he said.

"I'm already ready," I corrected, kicking my heels against the cabinets.

Harry straightened up from where he was perusing through the refridgerator and glanced at me.

"They won't let you wear that," he snorted.

I raised my eyebrows.

"I've worn trackies and a zip-up more than once. They don't care what I wear anymore, as long as I stay for the entire time," I snorted.

He blinked at me, pausing with an egg in his hand.

"Why?" he asked.

I barked out a laugh, "Because I don't want to be there?"

I hopped off of the counter.

"I don't want to talk about you; I don't want to hear about you. Management knows that; the lads know that. So they'll do whatever it takes to get me there. If they have to bite their tongue about what I wear, so be it. If I don't say a word, who cares? At least I'm there, yeah?" I hissed.

Harry nodded slowly.

For some reason, it pissed me off.

"You know what? I'm not going today," I snapped.

"You kind of have to," he said.

"You're the exotic animal that everybody wants to see. Nobody cares if the fucking monkey over here shows up of not," I retorted.

He chuckled.

My blood boiled.

"Actually, the monkeys are my favorite exhibit at the zoo," he said.

I took the egg from his hand and threw it at the wall. It exploded into a mess of yolk.

I stormed out of kitchen and I was locking myself in my room when it hit me.