The Runaway Groom

Chapter 8

Harry smiled in daze, last night playing in his head.

How he had ran and flung himself over Louis's lap to sob uncontrollably in Louis's chest.

Louis, who was doing his work, shut the laptop and cradled Harry by wrapping his arms around his hips tight and running his hands through his curls. "What happened, love?"

When Harry's response was to cry harder, Louis panicked further, "Baby, don't cry. How can I help if I won't know the reason?"

"People think I'm using Nick for publicity and that I'm ugly and he can do better." Harry cried. He had read the daily newspaper to see people's reviews about their relationship which the whole world now knew cause of the paparazzi that clicked their pictures when they had gone to have dinner.

He could feel Louis get tensed under him, the man was trying to control his anger. How can someone even think like that!?

"Hey, don't care about them. You know you're not using Nick and he knows that, other people's opinions don't matter." Louis kissed the top of Harry's forehead. "And for you being ugly, they're just jealous of your beauty. It's a shame that you think your bright green eyes, plump red lips, adorable nose and lovely dimples are not beautiful." Louis caressed Harry's cheek as the boy looked up.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better." Harry again dived down to hide his face in the crook of Louis's neck.

"Well, of course I'm saying that to make you feel better, but that doesn't mean it's not the truth." Louis went back to running his hands through Harry's curls while rubbing circles with his thumb on Harry's love handles. "Harry you were known as the village's most prettiest boy. And even Nick knows this, that's why he choose you out of them all." Louis smiled.

Louis wasn't exactly completely talking about Nick when he said the last sentence and they both knew it.

"You really think so?" Harry sniffled, "You find me pretty?"

"I know that you're the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on from the moment I saw you. The world is lucky for you to grace your presence among us." Louis kissed away Harry's tears.

Harry snorted at the last sentence.

They spend the whole day ice skating, well Louis teaching Harry ice skating and then Louis cooked him the dish he had missed.

"Your clothes seem fine." He saw a brunette chick smiling at him from the mirror. "I'm Eleanor, by the way, your designer for today."

"Hey, nice to meet you." Harry turned to face her.

She seemed to hesitate for some time, but then finally asked, "Who's that guy? The one who walked in with you?"

"Uh, why do you wanna know?" Harry doesn't like the way she's blushing.

"He's really cute. Can you give him my number?" She grinned.

"Sorry, but that's my husband you're talking about." Harry snapped without thinking twice.

"Oh okay. I'm sorry." She said skeptically.

"What are you doing here?" Zayn asked when he saw Louis standing.

"Came to accompany Harry." Louis smiled, he never would've thought that Harry wanted him to be there. "And since I'm here, I'd like to talk to you about something." Louis turned to look at Zayn. "Can you please make sure that paparazzi doesn't spread shit about Harry!?"

"What are you talking about?" Zayn scrunched his eyebrows together.

"Shit!" Zayn cursed when Louis finished. "The paps weren't suppose to know anything before we finished!" Realisation struck him, "fucking Grimshaw! He called them for attention."