Chapter eight

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“What a lovely day!” Harry jumps on the couch in our little backstage room. “You're so right, it was amazing!” I sit down next to him and no second later I cuddle up to him.

“You know what, maybe we should tell the fans. Have you seen them? They all love us, Hazza, they will be proud seeing us happy together.” He turns his head away from me. “Yeah I know, but what's with the other fans, who don't like us? There are a lot of people who ship you and Liam. What if they don't like us? You have to think 'bout the boys, they will be hated too.” What? That doesn't make any sense. “They will hate us because it's the truth they don't want to see? What kind of fans are they if they do that? If they really support us, they'll be with us, one direction, no matter what. They will finally know the truth!”

He keeps avoiding eye contact. “But think about it: If we admit that we're dating, it will be the hot topic of the year. I don't want this to be a big thing on social media. It's just ours, our own world, just you and I. What if paparazzi will be chasing us to get their hot pic of the day? I don't want our love to be an entertainment for others. Some day we will surely do it, but not now.” I sigh and nod in his chest. Gently he strokes my hair and places a kiss on my forehead.

“Maybe we could tell the boys and Louise, if you want.” I laugh: “I think they know already.” “Haha, yeah you're right. I love you, Lou.” “I love you more, Hazz.” He smirks. “Don't start a game you can't win.” “You're afraid you'll lose, huh?”, I say with a cheeky grin. “This means war!”, he chuckles, turning us over and pushing my back down against the pillow.

I bite on my bottom lip as I look in his beautiful green eyes. “Don't tease me, darlin'.”, he whispers in a husky voice making me swallow hard. He starts placing soft kisses down on my neck. “Make me.”, I give in response. He pulls back looking in my eyes before leaning down to me and brushing his lips against mine. “Just be a good boy, Louis”, he demands. “I will”, I whisper, finally connecting our lips into a kiss as I wrap my hand around him. Suddenly we're blinded by a flashlight and we hear the sound of a snapshot...

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