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Harry's mind is in the clouds as he pulls to the studio several days later.
He did not want to come off too needy, so he tried everything to distract himself from calling or showing up at Louis' house. And it wasn't an easy task. Because even when his physical body was busy, his mind always drifted to those crystal blue eyes. Laya told him that Louis is occupied now because he is about to drop a new single. Apparently, the fandom is going crazy for it. So, when Louis called asking to pick him up half an hour ago, Harry did not even think 'no' was an option. He had to cancel on Niall last minute, but he would understand. And Louis sounded urgent on the phone.
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A loud group of people standing by the studio door caught his eye, but he drove to the back of the studio as instructed by Louis.
Harry parked by another car close to the exit when Louis marched out the back door. He walked fast, face hidden under a black cap.
He wasn't alone.
Hanane followed him with a big smile on her face that looked way too big, to be honest. Immediately two men separated from the crowd. Out of nowhere, they pulled cameras and started taking pictures of the couple.
Harry shivered. This whole situation made him feel very uncomfortable. The stiffness in Louis' moves, the fake smile on Hanane's face, and the loud, obnoxious flashes of the cameras.
"Drive," Louis commanded once in the car, voice low and cold. Harry looked at the side mirror, noticing Hanane awkwardly changing her direction and getting into the other vehicle parked by.
They drove in silence for a while. Then, finally, Louis cleared his throat and looked at Harry.
"Do you know who that was?"
"Paparazzi?" Harry shrank his shoulders.
"No," Louis looked at his hands, avoiding Harry's eyes, "I'm talking about her...." His voice was so quiet. Harry almost did not hear his words.
"Oh, your girlfriend?" The words came out a little too loud and sharp. He definitely did not want to make Louis feel uncomfortable. Gosh, they slept together once. Really that probably means nothing to Louis Tomlinson.
Don't be stupid, Harry. It's not like you are getting attached to him or anything.
"It is complicated!" Louis says, looking out a window. Harry did not answer. What could he say? Louis did not deny that she was his girlfriend. Harry grabbed the wheel tighter. Girlfriends always win.
"It is her job!" Louis shouted. He looked irritated now. Still not making eye contact.
"After the band broke up, I went through some crazy times!" words were leaving his mouth fast. "You know, money, parties, drugs. My management did not like that! Well, mostly, they did not like the pictures of me leaving clubs with many girls," Louis' voice went quiet. Harry had to turn the music down to hear the following words. "And boys."
