Mood: Can't Stand it by Never Shout Never

THIS CHAPTER HAS A LOT OF TEXTING BEWARE no sexting ;(

Harry was quick to protest but Richard shut him down almost instantly.

"I don't want to hear anything about this! Just leave it be!" He says as he storms down the corridor. Harry sighed as he entered his dressing room and stripped his clothes.

He changed into a pair of grey sweats and a loose white shirt, slipping on his tennis shoes and walking out, duffel bag in hand.

He makes his way through the arena, gets in his tour bus and is driving off within minutes.

He sits in one of the many bunks, playing a random game on his phone when he gets a call.

It was his friend, Zayn. He answers it only to be met by a loud voice.

"Mind telling me what the fuck happened during your concert tonight?" The boy asks and Harry chokes.

"How did you...?"

"There's videos of you everywhere. It's basically the only thing everyone is talking about."

Fuck.

Harry sighed, lying back on one of the bunks.

"I don't know what happened really? I just...I met this guy and oh my God, Zayn he's so perfect in every way--"

"That's what you told me last time." The older boy shoots back.

"I know, I know. But this time it's for real, Zayn. He has the  bluest eyes and such a nice smile. Like when he smiles his eyes go all crinkly and oh God, what is wrong with me?"

"How long have you known him? And how the fuck did you even meet him?"

"I...uh...he's a fan--"

"A fan? H, this is insane! What if he's just trying to get your money?" Zayn asks.

"He's not!"

"Again, that's what you said last time. And, he ended up cheating on you and taking hundreds of dollars with him."

"I know..." He didn't want to be reminded of Brendon. He was Harry's first real love and it turned out the feelings weren't returned. Harry spent so much money on him, buying him expensive watches and clothes, only to find him fucking a random girl in his bed in his mansion.

He let out a shaky breath and answered Zayn.

"But this guy, he's really different. And he looks at me like...I don't know. Zayn I really like him." He hears a sigh on the other line.

"Do you have any way to reach him?"

"Yeah, but Richard told me not to talk to him anymore."

"Homophobic asshole." Zayn mutters and Harry chuckles.

"Should I talk to him?"

"If you really like him then yeah. But don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart."

"Aw thanks, knew I could count on you for support." Harry laughs.

"Yeah, yeah. Now get your man."

"Thanks, Z. Love you."

"Yeah, okay, love you too. Now I have to go. I have a photo shoot tomorrow." he says and hangs up.

He instantly opens the Instagram app and types in Louis' fan account. The account has gained well over 8,000 followers just from Harry liking and commenting a while ago. The account had over 30k by now and wow, impressive.

He exited the account and opened his DM's sending one to Louis right away.

Harry: Hi :) How was the concert?

A few seconds passed before he got a response.

Louis: ASDJKKHSHNMSLCKDUYS

Harry: Is your keyboard broken?

Louis: NO OH MY GOD HI HI HI

Harry: Hi :) So...how was the concert?

Louis: IT WAAS AMAZING OG MY GOS I'M DMING THE LOCE OF MYV LIFE

Harry: haha, love of your life?

Louis: HOLD ON LET ME CALL ELEANOR. OKAY SHE'S HERE.

Harry: Um, hello Eleanor.

Louis: I want you to eat my ass.

Harry: ...

Louis: KJAUAHJAKHDUKYGJ THAT WAS EL IM SORRY

Harry: oh. Well I just DMed you to see if I could get your number? Maybe we could text sometime? :)

Louis: WHAT

Louis: YOOU WANT MY NUMBER?

Louis: ME? WHY?

Harry: I don't know. Can you please not screenshot this to anyone? I have to keep a part of my life secret.

Louis: OF COURSE I WON'T YOUR SECRET'S SAFE WITH ME

Harry: okay. Thank you :) so...can I get yo number?

Harry face palms at his stupidity. He's not gonna get his number. He's so stupid. Louis is probably laughing at him right now.

But seconds later, he gets his number. Harry is smiling so big, his cheeks are starting to hurt. He instantly types in the number and sends a message, as he bites at his thumbnail.

Louis texts back almost instantly.

Harry: Hello :)

Louis: Hi!

Harry: So the concert was okay?

He was honestly just wondering if he knew about the word change during the songs.

Louis: I wanted to ask you about that, really.

Harry: What about?

Louis: What was the 'he' stuff all about? Do you like someone? And El even told me that you said my name. She's so crazy huh???

Harry: Yeah...about that...

Louis: ????

Harry: I was kinda thinking about you and accidentally changed the words. So yes, I did say your name.

A few minutes passed with no answer. Harry was starting to freak out. Did he say something wrong? He fucked up, he really did. Maybe Zayn was right. Maybe Louis was already showing this to everyone on Instagram.

Oh God, his career is going to be ruined. People are going to hate him. They'll stop going to his concert's and send him hate daily. He'll lose his job.

He was about to call Louis when he got a text.

Louis: Okay, sorry, this is Eleanor. Louis just fainted. No big deal. He'll be awake in a few.

Harry let out an exasperated breath before answering. God, was he overreacting.

Harry: Is he alright?????!!!!

Louis: Yeah, he's fine. and I'm reading the texts and I FUCKING KNEW IT. YOU LIKE HIM! OTP OTP!

Harry: I will never understand that haha. Well um, can you tell him to text me when he wakes up?

Louis: Sure thing sweets.

With that he pockets his phone, but not before adding Louis' name as 'Princess' as his contact.

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