"Honestly, Hazel." Louis rolled his eyes, letting go of my hand. I scowled, glaring at him. We were in the middle of the mall, and I had asked him to ignore any paparazzi that walked up to us.
"Louis, you always-" I start, but he cut me off.
"No, listen here, Hazel. I have fans, and I have a life outside of you. If I want my picture taken, let me get my picture taken." He snaps, his eyes narrowing at me. I widened my eyes, before shaking my head.
"Louis, Louis over here!" I hear a paparazzi shout, stopping me from saying anything else. He immediately smiles as he turns towards the paparazzi, pulling me into his side as the camera flashes.
I fight off tears as I shove him off of me, pushing past the pap. "Fuck you, Louis Tomlinson!" I shouted at him, not turning back. I let the tears fall freely as I made it outside, it hurting that Louis didn't even follow me.
He would always tell me nothing could come between us.
Looks like nothing found a new name, because fame is coming between us.
