Endless thoughts run through Harry's mind during their ride back to the hotel. Thoughts about him and Louis being free and being a public couple without hiding themselves all the time, about adopting a girl and call her Darcy. For sure she will be called Darcy Styles, not Tomlinson. Harry likes Louis last name but Styles is just, well it's more iconic and it perfectly fits with the name Darcy.
But mostly Harry thinks about how Simon is going to react, if he would shout at him or if he wants to talk to Harry without the other boys around.
Probably he would tell him about how unprofessional he is and that he should stop this all or Simon will stop it his way.
But Harry doesn't care anymore. If he wants him to stop, it doesn't matter. Harry won't do what Simon says anymore. And if necessary, he will have to accept the consequences. If Simon wants to kick him out of the band than he can do this. Harry exactly knows, that the fans would hate him for doing this and they would still support Harry, with or without Simon.
„Hey, Hazza. What are you thinking about? You've been very quite all the time. Are you okay?" Louis kisses him on his cheek and Harry starts to smile.
„Yeah Boobear, everything's fine. I just have a little headache" There's no way he wants Louis to worry about it now. Harry will talk to Simon and clarify the situation.
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These high walls || L.S.
Fanfiction!TW! Harry thought it would be easy. He thought love is unconditionally. At this point Harry was wrong. He had to bear the risk for the love of his life. But sometimes, trying to protect is not enough.
